Be Your Everything

Chapter Nine: Three-Pointers & Rambling

Chapter Nine:

Three-Pointers & Rambling

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I stepped foot off the stinky bus that I was forced to take today because of all the ice and adjusted my backpack, letting my hands hang from the straps I held on to. My dad decided that I wasn't walking today since ice was covering the sidewalks. He thinks I would fall and die. Well said dad, well said.

Just as I opened the front doors to the school, the bell was ringing for everyone to get to class. I immediately sped down the hallway towards Mrs. Foster's classroom. Being late was one of my fears; I had managed to keep a perfect attendance these last few years of high school. I still have my senior year to keep it up, nothing's impossible.

I charged through the door and realized I still had my backpack. Oh well, now was not the time to worry about that. I quickly took my seat before Mrs. Foster could enter the room and realize I was late. As I went to sit down, my chair was pulled out from under me and I busted my butt on the hardwood floors of the classroom. I groaned aloud and let my head fall back to see who the culprit was. Of course.

I was staring into the dark Brown eyes of Danielle Pierce. She had an evil smirk growing on her face as she tapped her fingers on the chair. If it wasn't basketball season, she'd have long, french tipped, fake nails on her real ones. That's just how she was.

I grumbled to myself and stood up, dusting off the dark jeans I had on today. Danielle seemed more confident now than she did in the bathroom the other day when she told me to stay away from Cameron. Which reminds me, where is he? He wasn't in here right now...

I hastily took my chair from her grip and ignored all the giggles and laughs I was getting out of this class. Danielle stepped closer to me before I sat down. She fixed her white scarf that was wrapped around her neck, "I told you to stay away from Cameron." I rolled my eyes at her and sat down.

I have nothing to worry about. Besides, how did she know I hung out with him yesterday? Did he say something and she overheard? He doesn't want anyone to know he's being tutored, though, I imagined the only person that knows is Adam, his best friend.

Mrs. Foster came into the room finally and sat down at her desk. Today seemed like it was going to be boring.

Once class was over, I stuffed Cameron's book back in my locker since I had the feeling I wouldn't see him soon today. As I began to walk away and to my next class, I ran right into him. I am good at jinxing myself. I smiled up at him and barely noticed he had his friends with him. Wesley, Zach, Cody and Adam all looked at me in confusion. Adam's face was less confused than the rest, though.

"Hey, Cameron. I have your book in my locker-" I jabbed my thumb in the direction of my locker and narrowed my eyes at him when he interrupted me, "I don't know what you're talking about." He said nervously. I slowly caught on to what he was doing. Snickers sounded from the boys behind him while Adam just stood there, looking disappointingly at Cameron.

I crossed my arms and stood there for a minute, letting the frown on my face become a natural thing. "Okay, whatever you say, jock." I spat at him before walking right between all his friends, purposely bumping into his shoulder. He never budged, but I heard his friends continue to carry on.

I was beginning to think that this kid is bipolar. One minute he's sweet and funny, the next he's either looking confused or mad about something. I will never understand why popular people did that. You know, dust a new un-popular friend off like they were nothing. Oh Cameron, no, I wasn't helping you learn or anything.