"Ah, almost done!" she squealed with excitement. Camille took a small step back and looked at her painting, eyeing the little bits that needed to be adjusted. She started to pack away her paintbrushes, trying hard not to knock her fragile picture on the floor. Quickly, she looked over at the door where Mr Miller was standing. She scanned his tall body and smiled at him.
He leaned back up from the door and walked closer to Camille, she felt his hot breath tickling against her neck. "Camille, you know you cant be here near home times, its off limits." He grunted, folding his arms and looking deep into her eyes.
"I know.. i was just about to leave."
Without hesitating, Camille quickly stuffed her paintbrushes in her bag, feeling desperate to get out as soon as possible. As she walked past Mr Miller, she felt a strong tension in her feet, almost making her collapse. She walked into the hall of crowded teenagers, took a deep breath and carried on walking out the doors to the bright world.
*CAMILLE AT HOME*
The hot steamy water ran down her back as she washed the cherry shampoo out of her hair. Her brown locks bounced up and down when she tilted her head back and let the hot water trickle through. Camille turned off the shower, feeling the sudden shiver of cold air. She carefully stepped out, grabbing a hot towel and wrapping it around her, she felt warm again.
"Your the coffee that i need in the morning, your my sunshine in the rain when its pouring. Wont you give yourself to me, give it all." She sung blissfully, getting into her soft joggers and baggy jumper. Soon.. the girl fell fast asleep in a matter of seconds.
SCHOOL BELL RINGS
"Wow, you do not look good." Tom said, pressing down onto her shoulders.
"Im just tired, to be honest tom, i've had a lot on my mind lately."
"I haven't spotted any gay cuties and its driving me mad."
"Honestly tom, there are hardly any hot boys in our school and i swear that fucking pervert Mr Miller looks me up and down like i'm his." Camille said, shoving her books inside her bag and slamming the locker door.
"Holy Fuck, Camille, look at the sexy beast walking in right now." Tom
said with wide eyes.
"No fucking way." Camille rubbed her eyes, kinda smudging her mascara, but that didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was an insanely hot boy walked in through the door called Finn Wolfhard.
"Not trying to sound gay but i swear he has grown 2 fucking inches taller and got hotter." Tom whispered, feeling gay as usual.
"Wow, he is one of the many things i could stare at all day and not get bored of." Camille whispered back, "Anyways, gotta go lover boy, catch up after class?"
