Life Undecided

Chapter 1: ...THE 3RD

"Camille Dan Teak?"

I sighed as the room broke into a collection of giggles.

Once again, another dimwitted teacher at the hellhole I like to call highschool, had pronounced my horrid last name wrong.

I raised my hand and said in the least annoyed tone I could manage at the moment, "Um, hi. It's Cammy. And my last name is pronounced "Don-Tweak". It's French."

The teacher nodded and smiled. "Ah, well Camille. I am very excited to know that you have such a deep knowledge in the background of the origin of your name." And with that she looked down at her clipboard and continued taking role.

Whatever you say, lady.

I looked around the room, hoping to find someone to look forward to in this class; a friend, someone who looked as bored as I was. But no one. At least no one I recognized anyways.

Figures. I've been at this school since the middle of last year, and have yet managed to make any friends. (Well, one. Bryan Ramone. But he wasn't in any of my classes so I was pretty much screwed there.) And although I do realize this sounds catty, I'm sort of surprised I don't have many friends. I'm not a mean person. I'm actually pretty approachable and I can be nice if I care enough.

But enough about me.

Mrs. Teacher, as I had yet to learn her name, was just about done with the role-taking, when she called a name having the same first letter of my last name, and as soon as she said it, there he was.

Jarrod Harrison Deloitte... The 3rd.

Now of course I only knew that because she had just recited it with great confidence to the entire class. But that was a name (and face) I would never forget.

As soon as he walked in the whole room lit up. It was as if an angel had just fallen out of the sky and was inhabited by the one, the only...

Motherfreaking Jarrod Harrison Deloitte the 3rd.

Saying he was sexy was an understatement. He had the looks of a god. Everyone was staring at him, even the straight guys. And the lesbians.

Even his name was sexy.

Jarrod Harrison Deloitte.. THE 3RD.

And then the most amazing thing happened.

Mrs. Freaking. Teacher.

Pointed at me.

Camille Joines Dón'Tique... the 1st. (Okay, okay. That's not what I'm really called, but don't ruin my moment, aight?)

Anyways, she spoke the sweetest words, "You'll be sitting right behind Mrs. Camille, Jarrod." It kind if disgusted me the way she said that. As if she was trying to flirt with him, even though she knew it was wrong, but she didn't give a shit. Because he was just a breathtaking, irresistible creature. You just couldn't help yourself.

Jarrod walked over and offered his hand to me.

I shook it. 

OBVIOUSLY.

"Hi. You must be Camille. I'm Jarrod. Looks like we'll be partners in this class." And with that, he sat down behind me.

I couldn't say a word. I was too stunned to speak. They way he talked melted me. He talked with this sort of confident yet soft voice and had the most subtle bit of a southern accent that you couldn't quite pinpoint, but you knew was there.

And, not to mention, his physical appearance.

He had dirty blonde hair that swooped up in the most amazing hairstyle that you just wanted to touch and run your hair through... And he had piercing huge blue eyes that had a certain depth that went on for miles... He had the cutest damn half smile I had ever seen in my few 17 years of life and the most adorable dimples that were placed right below his cheekbones.