A Change Of Directions (Camren)

Chapter 3 : The hot assistant

No one can make me believe that, that is not Camren, Dinah literally posted this on her snapchat story and then deleted it right after, like how much more proof do people want.

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Ah, never did the bell sound prettier. The familiar ringing announced the end of my last class and I instantly shot up from my seat. Walking out of the classroom, I knocked two annoying jocks out of my way when they weren't moving fast enough for me. They stumbled a bit and by the time they spinned around to see who had dared to push them, I was long gone down the hallway.

"Mila! Mila Mila! Camila!"

Impatiently, I quickly turned around, only to see a frowning Coach Cheryl approaching me.

"Yeah?"

"How was your day? Wait, don't tell me, it sucked. I know." She answered her own question, giving me a pitying look. "Today, I had a moment of failure, too."

"Yeah?" I offered halfheartedly, not bothering to tell her that I never failed at anything I did.

"Yes. You must know that I hide a very useful list under my toilet seat, titled 'Ten Ways to Kill Someone Without Leaving Fingerprints', written by me, of course. But now I have to cross out number 3, 'Carbon Monoxide Poisoning'; this is not an option anymore."

I felt overwhelmed, not knowing to which extent Coach was being serious. She made a list of how to kill people without leaving a trace? "Are you serious?", I weakly asked, referring to her crazy murder list.

She straightened herself, determination glowing in her narrowed eyes.

"Of course I am! Carbon monoxide poisoning is too mediocre for Coach Cheryl! And it is too slow and too painless, I will probably end up strangling Cowell myself in his sleep. And this will leave fingerprints all over his throat! Naturally, I could wear gloves, but it wouldn't be nearly as satisfying as strangling him with my bare hands..."

To say I was weirded out by that information was an understatement. I took a small step back, to create some space between us and even though I didn't like to admit it, she scared me slightly. Her expression was hard and serious, but the things she said were so utterly crazy, I didn't know what to make of it. I had never encountered people like her before.

"Anyway, I am not here to discuss on how to kill Cowell and make it look like an accident, though you need to tell me more about the Columbian pills." Coach Cheryl said, pointing with one finger at my bag slung over my right shoulder.

"I have Cheerleaders to torture in ten minutes. But there is no insult and no punishment I haven't used by now and I was thinking that maybe you could assist me in drilling my squad." She casually said and if I didn't know it better, she was being nice to me and had just made a very tempting offer.

Hot, athletic girls in skimpy cheerleader outfits? Check.

Let out frustration and be able to swear how I wanted? Double check.

Having power over the popular Cheerios? Triple check.

This was an offer I couldn't decline, which was why I found myself on the field five minutes later with a megaphone in my right hand. As Coach Cheryl and I approached the girls who had been warming up until now, I felt all eyes curiously trained on me. I bet that they wondered why the new kid was here and why she got along so well with the coach. And that on the first day of school.

"Alright, ladies, stop stretching your disgusting, fat legs and listen up!" Coach barked through the megaphone, even though it was completely unneccassary as the girls were only standing few feet away, "As I am sure that you've all gained at least a dozen pounds over the summer, I won't tolerate one milligram too many on the balance. That's why I'm gonna do it like the Egyptians did it. I will place the heaviest ones at the bottom of the pyramid to build a solid fundament."