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Thirteen:Reemee

My first opinion of Cammie Hunter? Different. She had big glasses, like Brennan had said. But she didn't really eminate -smart-. She had dark bangs that covered most of her face and a large amount of makeup on, but she didn't seem exactly -dark-. I couldn't quite place Cammie into a 'clique' until she looked up and grinned widely at Brennan, her large front teeth for all to see. If Brennan liked her enough to hang out with her with that face, so did I.

And that was when I firmly put her under 'Just the right amount of cool'. But when I came into her line of sight, that face fell just enough for me to notice, and she glanced at Brennan. "What did I say about bringing a girl, Superman?" Superman? Are they together or something? But Brennan seemed just as confused. "Superman? Superman sucks, man." Cammie made a face. "That's not what the big screen says." Brennan shrugged, "That's what I say." "You know what I say?" Cammie said, shuffling the huge amount of papers that were scattered on and around the bench. Both of us shook our heads, and the smell of Brennan's cologne tickled my nose. "I think she's pretty- but I don't know her name." Brennan's eyebrows furrowed. "Who- Superman?" Cammie backhanded his shoulder in an almost automatic guesture. "No." She said, nodding at me. "The chick."

I pointed at myself, almost shocked. Was she bi or something? The same thing seemed to be going through Brennan's head. "This is Reemee and she's off-limits." he said, and his hand went for mine, only to find it in my pocket. Cammie leaned onto one hip, smirking. "And how is she off- limits." She asked, her voice flat. "Yeah." I said, looking at Brennan, "How am I?" Brennan reached again, brushing my hip with his hand. He looked down at his hand with a face like a rejected two-year-old.

After a moment, he looked at Cammie. "With a face like this, how can she not be?" He said, and I blushed. Cammie put her hands up in a guesture of surrender. "Okay- Okay. I get it, she's pretty. Come on, I'm straight not blind." Then she turned to me so fast, her ponytail could have cracked like a whip. "So are you new here?" She said. I nodded and started to reply, but my phone rang loudly and I shut my mouth. It was my mom, Chelsea. "I gotta take this," I said, starting to turn away. "But hey-" They both looked at me, and, for a moment, I almost felt... shy. "Can I hang out with you guys tomorrow or something?" Cammie's brown eyes went wide and a smile spread across her round face. "Yeah or something." Brennan said just as Cammie blurted, "Definently."