Classmates: A The Voice Kids PH and Joaquin Lucas Reyes Fanfic

♣︎ Chaptah 2 ♣︎

☂ Reese's P.O.V. ☂
Karla and I meet up with Darren after class. We decide to eat at McDonald's.

"So, what so you want to order?" Darren asks.

After we order, the food comes. I call dibs on the Coke.

"Awhhh, I wanted that!" Karla says, pouting. Darren pouts as well. "So did I!" he says, then shrugs it off. "Oh well," he says, as he orders two more Cokes.

When we're all happily sipping our glorious Cokes, Karla breaks the silence with the sound of her inhaler.

"Hm," says Darren. "Asthma?" He chats with Karla for a while. He doesn't notice his phone fell out of his pocket. I sneakily switch it on.

HIS LOCK SCREEN IS CAMILLE!!!!!

I turn it off again and try to talk to him about it.

"Erm, Darren?" I ask nervously.
"Yeah?" he says.
"What's up with you and Camille?" I ask.
He scowls. "Ask her," he says.

Our little meetup doesn't last long after that convo. Karla and I walk home.

When I get home, the front door is locked. My parents probably aren't home, and Jack just wants to be alone. Ugh. It starts to rain. It rains sooooo hard.

I can't stand it. I yell as loud as I can, "THROW ANOTHER CURSE AT ME, WORLD!!!" I don't care if people hear.

Ok, maybe I do.

Camille Santos comes out from behind the house next to us, holding a perfect pink umbrella. "Reese?" she asks quietly. I nod, and huddle under her umbrella. "You live next door?" I ask her. "Apparently," she answers. "Are you locked out?" she asks slowly. "Apparently," I say, copying her.

Camille welcomes me inside her house. I hesitate at first. "Oh, it's ok," she says. "My parents don't mind." I cautiously enter. The house is beautiful. I had never envisioned it like this. "Now," I breathe, "I have something to ask you." I say. "Sure...." says Camille slowly.

"What's up with you and Darren?" I ask.
Camille gulps. "Well, i-it's n-not excactly my cup of tea...." she says. "Ugh, ok. In our old school, D-darren and I were a c-couple.."
She stops. "But it's totally ok. We're not a couple anymore. HE FREAKING DUMPED ME!!!" I move back a little.

The rain showers stop. "I think I should go home now," I tell Camille.
"I think so too," she replies.