Sparks Fly

-Is Rape a Possibility?- [5]

Cameron's POV:

   I watched as her pupils enlarged and she began to quiver. She fell right onto me and I held her body--the top half--in my arms. I looked into her eyes with fear; they rolled back and she completely had collapsed. For a moment, I sat there wondering what had just happened, then it clicked. Brittney had indeed fainted, but over that? Seriously. She must really have the hots for this lame dude. That makes my stomach churn.

   Then I remember where I am and what is going on. Forget Fuck-Face Logan, is my babygirl okay?! "Hey, are you alright Brittney? Brittney. Brittney!"

  Then she opened her eyes. The good Lord was surely looking over her. I was so excited. But then she said she should probably go to the clinic, I frowned. I hope she'll be okay.

   Damnit! I should've walked her there. "Hey, bud," spoke Fuck-Face. Just when one bad thing occurs, here comes another. I've heard before it comes in a series of three, this marks number two. I roll my eyes casually, "Whaddya want, man?" He looked down toward the floor, "Is Brittney alright? I seen her rush out of here," he looked around pretending to be concerned for her well-being. Pfft, sure you care, except, I couldn't help but wonder the same. "Man, she fainted." Was I willing to tell him it was all his fault, hell no. "She fainted!" His eyes widened in fear as he'd just made sense of the words that left my mouth only seconds ago.

   He stood abruptly as if he knew exactly where she was, and headed out towards the clinic. Damnit again, there's number 3. He made me look like shit, that should be me. After the girl I love.

   "Hey there, sexy," Gabriella Hampton winked as she twirled herself into the seat beside me. I looked her up and down, her long tan legs fully bare, minus the thin piece of daisy dukes. She was a country girl, and she was hotter than the fucking sun.

   That's one good thing about this school: There's no dress code. As long as you aren't completely naked, the principal doesn't pay any mind. He either is just here for the money, or enjoys looking at females as well. Shit, maybe both.. I smirk. Gabby snaps her fingers in my face, "C'mon Cam, I know you ain't that much of a nerd. Let's hang out later, alright?" I think for a moment as my thoughts suddenly consume with my "date" I've arranged with Britt tonight, at my house. It isn't a date for her, though. I sigh, "Yeah, totally." She smiles a pure white smile that honestly turned me on, "See ya' around 7:30, then?" "Yeah," I wink. She scribbles her number on my hand, and rushes off as the bell rings for class.

   Fuck. A date with Gabby. And what I wish was a date with Brittney, at least I'm not a two-timer. But, this really isn't what I need. I need to make sure Brittney is okay. Maybe I can't be with her right now, so I'll just text her quickly.

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M- Hey Brittney. How are you doing? Is everything okay? Will I see you after school? Xx, Cam.

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What the hell. Okay, fine. I'll just see her after school anyway. Maybe she's busy with the nurse, or possibly was sent home and has to rest. Who knows.

As I'm currently sitting in the front row of my Calc class wondering where my best friend is, the worst thought ever takes over my mental state. Brittney better not be off skipping class with that fucker, or I'll... I'll... -- "Mr. Manning, are you having difficulties with the test?" Our teacher sneered, and the whole class snickered loudly. "I'll beat his fucking ass if he gets anywhere near her and I seriously fucking mean it!" Oh. My. God. I said that aloud.

   I run out of Calculus as if it's the most sane thing to do right now, and to my locker. I take a few breaths, then just sit there.

   A large body slumps down a few feet to my side. I dont look, but then they speak, "Dude, I went to check on Brittney. She just was sent home, I know you're like her best friend and you seriously look worried, but she's fine now. I worked in a little prince charming before she left. You know what I'm talking, I'm sure. Hey, do you know her number by any chance." I look toward him like he's completely fucking lost his mind. Maybe this is the real number 3.. or maybe my life is literal complete shit. "Nevermind man," he smirked, "I'll get it from Andrew during practice."