It Started With A T-Shirt

Chapter 8: Is Oxygen what you breath???

      "I'm bored." James sighs, tapping his pencil against his empty notebook.

     "No one ever said studying was fun, dude." I reply.

      He sighs again and starts reading page 302 of his chemistry textbook.

      We were currently in the library trying to study for our upcoming Chemistry test. Key word trying.

     After a while I feel a light tap on my shoulder, I choose to ignore it and continue reading.

     A few seconds later I feel another jab and I hear James whisper my name in a song-song voice.

     I roll my eyes in annoyance, "What?" I whisper yell.

      "Is oxygen what we breath?" He asks.

       I would have laughed if he wasn't serious but unfortunately he was.

     "Yes, James." I sigh.

     "Really? I thought Oxy clean was what you breathed." He said matter-of-factly.

     "Maybe that's how you got so messed up." I mumble to myself.

     "What?"

     "Nothing." I say a little too quickly.

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I walk down the empty halls of the school. Me and James got done studying a little later than planned because he wouldn't stop asking stupid questions.

     As I'm walking towards the main doors a bright green flier catches my eye. It's stuck smack dab in the middle of the huge bulletin board that holds all notices for events and sign up sheets.

     I walk up to it to realize it's a sign up sheet for volleyball tryouts.

     I remember playing until I was a freshman at my old school. I was always a setter and a hitter, and team captain. Every year I was voted MVP and everyone praised me. Looking back it seemed like forever ago. The only reason I quit was because my dad died. Losing both parents shattered my heart and I just didn't feel anything for the things I loved anymore, except for music.

     Oh what the h***. New town, new school, new me.

     I pick up the pin attached next to it and sign my name under the numerous other ones. So many girls are trying out they had to add two extra sheets.

      I then walk out of the school with a weight lifted off of my chest.

     Maybe volleyball is what I'll need to feel happy again.

I get home and jump on my bed, since today was a Friday I plan on pushing my homework to the side until Sunday. So for the rest of the weekend, I'm gonna binge some Netflix and eat a bunch of ice cream and pizza- that is, until I received the following call:

"Yo Cameron, pack your bags and get ready because you're coming to my vacation cabin this weekend. Be up by 2 in the morning tomorrow... oh and if you think you're not gonna come I will personally drag you there myself."

It's 5 at night right now, taking a huge sigh, I get ready for bed, deciding to get a head start on sleep since I have to wake up at 2 in the freakin morning tomorrow!

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"WAKE UP LADY!" I hear Leila screech in my ear. Groaning, I roll over and cover my face with my pillow.

There's a moment of silence before Leila says, "uhhhh, did you even pack?"

I immediately spring out of bed and run around my room frantically.

"S*** s*** s***!" I mumble as I pack random pieces of clothing in my duffel.

Leila pushes me out of the way, "Relax women! I'm the fashion know-it-all here, just let me work my magic."

I roll my eyes but let her "work her magic" anyways.

     After a few minutes she comes out of my closet with my duffel bag now packed to the brim.

      "Is it nessecary to pack all those clothes?" I ask.

     "Honey, you need something for every occasion ." She says sternly.

     "Okay." I hold my hands up in surrender.

     I grab my bag from her hands and she leads me out of my apartment and to her car. I stop once we get to the door, quickly realizing something, "How'd you get into my house?" I ask.

     "I have my ways honey." She smirks and gets into the car.

     "I swear." I mumble as I poop into the passenger seat.

     We pick up Savanna and Liz and start making our way to the cabin.

     A little while along the way I fell asleep, the sound of Leila singing along terribly to the radio the last thing I hear.

                               ~~~
     "Wake slap up!"

     I hold the side of my cheek that is now burning with pain.

     "Bro! What the actual f***!" I yell.

     "You would wake up when I called your name!" Leila reasons.

      "Yo! What's the hold up? Let's get this party started!!!" Liz cheers as she runs up to the enormous cabin.

     I stare at her in awe, she's so tiny yet she has so much energy.

     I then turn my gaze to the cabin before us, with its gigantic size and modern look it could easily be mistaken for a resort.

     I hear a squeal come from Liz and when I spot her I see her standing in the doorway, James, Ashton and Tyler inside the cabin each holding a 6 pack of beer.

     "SURPRISE!" They yell.

     My eyes widen in surprise, "Why the h*** are they here!?"

     Leila smiles sheepishly, "Ashton may or may not be my cousin."

     A/N: I hope you liked this chapter! Sry it took so long to upload! Have a great day my Sexy Taters!!!

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