A Change Of Directions (Camren)

Chapter 2 : Show choir

Camren shippers are wild af😂

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I came half an hour late for my Spanish class but the teacher was really cool about it, since I was new and all. And it wasn't like the lessons had really started. When I interrupted him, he still seemed to be talking about general things, like what this year's main topics were about.

"Seems like we have a new student in our Spanish class this year." He said warmly and extended his arms to me in a welcoming motion. I simply nodded to him.

"I am Mr Cowell and what's your name?"

"Camila Cabello."

"And you're coming from?" He asked politely.

Suppressing a sigh, I shortly replied. "New York City."

I wasn't in the mood to tell him how wonderful it was there and how different it was from Ohio, because that would make me jump on my motorcycle and ride all the way back to New York again. I wasn't whiny by any means, but it didn't mean that I wasn't allowed to miss my home.

"That's impressive." Mr Cowell said, genuinely interested, as he ran a hand through his hair. "So tell us how you found your way to Ohio from New York."

I faced him with a blank expression. "I didn't. I was on the way to L.A, when my plane crashed."

Mr Cowell didn't know whether I was joking or not, since my face didn't show any sign of humor, whereas my new classmates took this as a permission to start whispering in hushed voices.

"I...erm..I don't kn -"

"I was kidding." I released him of his misery. "There are personal reasons why I'm here."

"Come on." Some students in the back of the classroom groaned at the lack of details.

That annoyed the hell out of me because this was another thing I disliked so much; if people were too nosy and wanted to know things which just weren't their business.

I directed a mocking sneer at them. "Feel free to visit me when I'm back in New York again. If you know how to get out of Ohio."

That shut the rest of the class up as everybody understood the hidden message of it.

Mr Cowell cleared his throat behind me and I flashed him an innocent grin that was on the edge of turning into a smirk.

"Ms Cabello, you can take a seat now."

I nodded and turned back to my class. There were two seats free. I didn't need to think twice about where to sit, because one seat was in the first row and I never sat in the first two rows. That was too near to the teacher, which meant I couldn't doze away or throw things at others from behind.

But sitting in the last row was like being in charge of the classroom, I had an overview of my classmates and no one could bother me from behind, whereas I could focus on teasing everyone if I felt annoyed by them.

I let my backpack drop to the floor, not bothering to unpack some paper and pen when I knew this class was going to end in a few minutes. And even if the lesson just began, I wouldn't write down notes anyway. Whether it was a reputation I had to maintain or my lazyness to indulge, I didn't really know, but I guessed it was a combination of them two.

I leaned back in my chair and stifled a yawn, stretching my arms with my eyes closed in the process. This was actually quite comfortable and I was so close to drifting off to sleep when I suddenly felt something light hit my forehead.

What the -?

My eyes instantly flew open just in time to see a paperball bouncing off the table, onto the ground.