She was on a questionable mission.
He was somehow collateral damage.
Meet Camille Campbell, A topsy turvy knockout, with a heart of gold and the stubborn will of a mule. When she feels the world needs a reminder of how relevant girl power still is...
"If you think you're to small to make a difference, try sleeping with a mosquito. ~ Dalai Lama"
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A week later, I was back into my male persona.
I was shaking with anticipation by the time I got to the hotel. This time, instead of doing any 'discreet' filming, I went straight to take a seat and waited patiently for announcements to begin.
The top 50 were being called out also.
That was important too.
Noah slumped into a seat next to mine and suddenly gave me a wide pleading grin. In which, I responded with a confused quirk of my brow. I wasn't confused for long, that is, until I saw Easy standing behind me, before taking a seat next to me.
"Oh," I murmured.
"O'Hare," Easy nodded his head.
"You too," I nodded my head back. He gave me an odd look.
He was about to say something but a speaker tapped his mic to gain our attention. "Welcome to..."
I wasn't listening though. Easy kept on bouncing his leg that it eventually got irritating. I gave him a pointed look, to which he shrugged.
I tried to listen to the speaker again. "-during the course, you will be assigned to mento-"
"Bum bum bum bum bum!" The tapping continued.
Finally, I simply placed my hand on his knee gently. I always did this to the guys, Noah's friends, whenever they did this.
Only I forgot one important thing.
I was a guy.
And he definitely wasn't my friend.
Easy was now looking at the hand with a frown.
I froze.
What? Should I remove it and laugh about it or should I slap his thigh and tell him to shove his foot up his hypothetical asshole-
Oh, shit! He's looking at me.
We were staring at each other. Our eyes practically boring into the other's.
I was getting uncomfortable and every nerve in my body was screaming at me to did something-anything! I got a good look at his eye color.
Light blue.
It seemed to die out into a translucent gray near the pupil. The edges of his irises were lined with a darker blue with streaks of green. If I wasn't scared as hell, I could drown in those ocean eyes.
I felt his hand hover over mine and enclose it into a gentle hold. I was shocked for a second, until he lifted up my hand and roughly shoved it onto my thigh and turned his head back to the speaker.
