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...
"Of course women don't work as hard as men. They get it right the first time."
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I was grounded for a week.
Mom would not tolerate her teenage daughter coming home at ungodly hours.
Her words not mine.
I wasn't planning on going out anyways since we had just started writing of finals. But I was still moderately pissed off at my mother so I took it out on soccer. It was my form of meditation especially after show downs with my overbearing mother.
She wanted to groom me into a shadow of what she used to be. A popular, smart cheerleader, that was the president of the student committee and knew her place in this society as a woman.
I needed perfect grades yet I could barely scratch in A in any subject other than maths and programming.
Above all, I had to be beautiful.
I think mamá Campbell missed the memo about beauty only being skin deep. So growing up, I was exposed to so many beauty products and spa treatments that left me with flawless skin.
So yes, mamá Campbell was great.
Her greatness also caused me to play soccer rather viciously and vigorously today.
My teammates probably felt my burn because I extended their drills today. Feeling sorry for them, I let them have a five minute break to stretch.
I'm nice like that.
And Stella also won't take crap from anyone, especially me.
I unconsciously noticed Michael walk over to the low lying fence separating the football and soccer fields. He leaned on it as he ogled Stella while she did her stretches. This managed to put me off but the last straw was when he cat called her.
Stella looked offended and my fuse burst.
Without thinking, I kicked my soccer ball so hard that it rammed straight into his nose.
"Fuck!" He screamed as he clutched his nose.
When he shifted his hands, I saw that they were bloody. I immediately started feeling guilty. I walked towards the fence with the intent to help him. Easy, however, started barking out orders and Noah rushed to Michael's aid and took him straight to the nurses office.
It was at that moment Easy's intense gaze met mine.
I froze in my position by the fence as he started walking over to me.
I wanted to run away but my feet didn't want to cooperate.
He stopped directly in front of me and up close, I could finally see how mad he was.
"What makes you think you have the right to inflict injury however you like on my team," he said slowly, emphasizing the 'my.'
"What makes your teammates think they can leer at my girls however they like," I shot back, disregarding the way my heart was pounding against my rib cage.
