There are different kinds of guilt; the kind that drowns you until you feel worthless, and the kind that fires your soul to purpose...
...there's also the kind that cuts through your neck until it feels bone, but by then it's too late to feel anythi...
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I'm sorry, but, what?!?"
I should have guessed it wouldn't go down so well. Camille regretted telling the others as soon as Angie opened her mouth. In fact, she felt a bit stupid for not seeing it coming.
"It's just a question, Angie. Have you guys been getting texts that are weird, or, threatening?" Camille asked, looking up to Angie's direction. Angie stood a few benches up on the football field bleachers, looking down on Camille, Olivia and Ethan like they were her royal subjects. Dean and Zeke had shown up right after practice, just as Ethan promised they would, all in athleisure shorts and tanks. And also just as predicted, Angie turned up shortly after.
Angie's eyes turned into a glare, "The only weird text I received was from Zeke, asking me to come here so you can ask me something important. And that's what you ask me? Honestly, Cami, get a life!" She snorted.
Camille felt an unwelcomed hatred toward Angie at that moment. The least she could have hoped for was a straight answer so that they could resolve it and leave. But, of course, this was Angie. She wouldn't tell you or talk to you about anything unless it was an insult of some sort. Camille didn't want to spend anymore time with her, either. Get a life? That's what I get for trying to warn them.
"Look, we don't want to be here just as much as yous don't. So can you guys just answer the question so we can leave?" Ethan said, sounding frustrated. He had arrived there with Dean and Zeke after practice on the field, and even though he was covered in sweat, he still looked as perfect as he always did. Olivia stayed back, behind Ethan as if she was using him as a human shield against the venom that was Angie Delgado. Camille had to calm her down before getting there, so she guessed that Olivia didn't want to be here most of all. Even though she was bubbly as hell before they got here, after finding out she won the cheer captain gig that was up for grabs. I guess that's why Angie seems extra...resentful, too.
Camille glanced to where Dean was sitting as he let out a snigger. He was sitting on one of the benches on the bleachers, with his legs resting on the bench below him and his arms resting on the bench above like he was on a beach in Santa Monica.
