Freefall ✓

10 | garfield

You're a mess, I confess. I despise you in the best kind of way.

—coco j. ginger

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CAMERON

It's been exactly three weeks since mine and Audrey's little escapade. I absolutely have not been counting the days like an obsessed lunatic. 

Okay, I may have.

But I absolutely have not felt displeased by the fact that up until now, all our communication had been limited to terse 'hi's and 'hey's murmured in between classes. Perhaps just the tiniest bit disappointed.

I blamed it all on the shower of tests and assignments that's been pouring on us lately. Honestly though, don't teachers understand that we take other classes? Because it's either that or that they're just plainly ruthless. 

There is one thing I can tell you for sure—I wasn't planning for the matters in terms of said communication between Audrey and me to stay the way they were. So I obstinately decided to find her during the upcoming lunch period.

But, like always, when you're really determined to do something, someone —undoubtedly — has to show up and disturb your plans. Such is Murphy's law. I slammed my locker with one swift movement and nearly jumped out of my skin— standing right beside me was a tall girl. The thought of her waiting on me behind my locker door for who knows how long creeped the heck out of me.

Her eyes were cobalt and her brown hair was streaked with blond. I soon discovered that she wasn't actually tall—she was just wearing terribly high heels. I also realised that she must be a very insecure individual, judging by the ridiculously excessive amount of make-up she wore, her ostentatious outfit, and the sickeningly intense perfume she smelled of. 

"Hello! Cameron, is it?" She asked. Was she. . .batting her lashes at me? Oh, heck no, I was not ready for this right now.

"You are?" I threw the words at her, unenthusiastically.

The laugh she let out was possibly the fakest I've ever heard. "Was that a joke?"

I shook my head ever so slightly, confused and frowning. I don't know what this girl wanted from me but I sure as hell did not want anything from her.

As if sensing that she was losing me, she decided to elaborate for me. "I'm sorry, it's true—you are new here. It's just so unusual for someone in this school not to know me. I'm Scarlett."

Cool, want a cookie? I almost said to her. I decided against it, leaving my sarcastic comments to myself. Not like I was looking for any trouble enraging this cake face could bring.

"I'm having a party at my house this weekend. You're welcome to come," she flipped her hair, with no necessity in the absolute to do so.

"Great, I'll have that in mind," I lied.

"Good. I suppose you could easily find out where my house is. Now, I'd love to keep chatting with you, but I'm afraid I have to go."

Just splendid. I don't think I ever felt more relieved than when she finally left me, her heels click-clacking against the floor.