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The rest of lunch went without a hitch. The gang's escapades didn't get too out of hand, and by the time that lunch had ended, Cameron had almost forgot that he had to get back to Yearbook and face Moriarty again. With his head hung low, he walked back to class dreading the classwork that he would have to do. By the time he had gotten back to class, everyone was already at their seats and happily tip-tapping away on their computers completing yet another online assignment.
"God, why do we have to do so many things in this class?" Cameron mumbled under his breath.
"Cameron, the only thing you have done for the past two weeks is play games on Cool Math," replied Moriarty, cooly.
'Well, you-uh... ya see the thing is *lips smacking furiously*.............I-uh... I don't care," Cameron said, matter-of-factly.
"How about this," Moriarty said, "whenever we both finish this quiz, we have a competition on any game that you choose?"
"Why are you letting me choose the game? It's like letting me pick my gun in a duel and giving you the broken one." Cameron asked, really curious
"Why, it's elementary my dear Cameron. I am better than you in anything and everything. Even with the broken gun, I could throw it at your head, rendering you unconscious, and giving me the working gun," Moriarty said, in a way that could only be imagined if you watched a serial killer confess to every crime he/she had committed.
"A'ight, I'm down," Cameron said, utilizing every slang word he had seen on Urban Dictionary.
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The next chapter will be covering the duel
YOU ARE READING
Cameron
Genç KurguI will base this story loosely off of events that I have been a part of
