One stupid favour leads to another...
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It might have been a stupid deal, a stupid favour we've asked of each other.
But if this worked, at least they come out alive. And all of us don't suffer anymore.
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After a drug dealer kidn...
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They all know. They know everything. So walking back the next day with my head held high is not easy.
And Jerry wasn't going to be here because he has practice. He insisted on coming, but I didn't want to trash on his reputation. It'd be best if I didn't ruin his life too.
After seeing Tristan yesterday, I'd gone back to the library, which was my favourite place in Medfield. From first discovering books in there, to the study sessions with Jerry, it had become a hang out spot that I could never recreate in Thornton.
Today however I couldn't skip for the comfort of books. I would have to brave the mess I'd made. So I'd worn my red lipstick, the black Louboutin boots, and power walked through the hall in the morning.
It felt amazing. Don't let anyone let you a good outfit can't fix your mood. Because Viv was right about that.
And now that I'd embraced my persona again, the people around me were wary. It was good to be in control of the narrative. Not even the whispering could make me feel anything but invincible.
I'm taking books out from the locker when I hear my name called out. I lift my head up, my expression already turning menacing. The boy dressed in a blue hoodie, stands rigidly watching me as I stare at him.
Tristan stares back surprised, his brown eyes wondering over my black and red ensemble. It was far cry from the conservative t-shirts back when he knew me.
"Camille." I stare, instead of responding, frozen. His voice was the same, he had a darker tan, and longer hair. I hate that I took notice of the tiny details up close. "What happened?"
What happened?
Good question Tristan.
"Sorry, that's a terrible way to start but-" he cuts himself off, glancing back at me. "Last year...we...well you left and-"
I didn't know what he wanted to convey but I knew I didn't want to hear it. "Right, yes. Lots of things happened. Sorry but I have to get to class."
Without letting him respond, I quickly walk away from him, breathing a sigh of relief.
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The rest of the classes go fine. And when lunch rolls around, Jerry has his arm slung around me as we head to the cafeteria.
"We could sit outside if it gets uncomfortable." I want to say yes please, that the scrutiny and whispers was going to get worse.
But instead, I give him a smirk, "I'll be alright. What matters is that I'm standing upright in the face of my enemies."
"No enemies here Cam, just gossipers. Medfield is full of them remember?" Oh I remembered. New York was just bad though.
"You know, it'd be better if I stay away from your group. What if they don't want to be touched by my social curse?"
