Hi guys! Welcome to my new story! I know that I have two stories going right now, and I am definitely not stopping them. I just couldn't get this out of my head long enough to write anything else.
Before you start reading, I altered the ages a bit. Cam is in Maya and Zig's grade, and they are all sophomores.
Disclaimer: I do not own degrassi
I find myself staring at her again as she writes feverishly at the notebook filling out the prompt on the board. Her blonde hair keeps falling over her face and she keeps pushing it behind her ears only for it to fall again a minute later. Gosh she is adorable…
"Time's up" Ms. Dawes calls happily. "Now who would like to share something that they dislike about themselves?" she continues darting her eyes around the class of unenthused sophomores.
"Really, none of you would like to share… This leaves me with no choice…" she adds glancing around the room searching for the first victim.
I bite my lip nervously silently praying that Ms. Dawes doesn't call on me to read my entry. It's not because I have an issue sharing my insecurities with 20 of my peers, but because I was too busy staring at the wonderful girl sitting across the room to write down more than "One thing I dislike about myself is"
"Mr. Saunders, would you please grace us with your work?" the strange English teacher asks looking at me expectantly.
"Um… I'm sorry Ms. Dawes. I didn't finish." I mention with a frown hoping that she will go easy on me.
She gives me a questioning look before saying "Just read what you've got so far. I'm sure it's marvelous."
I take a deep breath before looking down at my journal sadly wishing that I had more than seven words written down. "One thing I dislike about myself is" I read aloud anxiously with shaking hands.
"Continue." Ms. Dawes gives a reassuring smile as the entire class waits for me to keep going.
"That's all I have." I comment furrowing my eyebrows regretfully as the entire class seems to chuckle at my stupidity.
"Mr. Saunders, wasting the time I give you to write is unacceptable. Please see me after class to collect your detention." She tells me with a disappointed glare as the class continues to provide me with amused glances.
I sink down into my chair feeling bummed out about my bad luck, and wait for Ms. Dawes to call on another student.
I end up zoning out again not really listening to the four students who read their journal entries. Instead I watch as the blonde girl across the room listens to each person intently. She looks so cute when she is thinking. Who am I kidding? She looks cute all the time.
"Alright Class, that's enough sharing for today. Let us move on to 'Lord of the Flies'. What did you think of the first two chapters?" Ms. Dawes asks the class curiously, and I start to pay attention knowing that this was important.
"Anyone?" she asks the class with enthusiasm that they weren't returning. Finally Maya raises her hand.
"Awe yes. Ms. Matlin, what are your thoughts on this riveting classic?" she asks before letting her start.
"I really don't like this Jack kid. I feel like he's really bossy and mean, but overall the story seems interesting." She says putting her two cents in, and starting the class on an in depth discussion of what each character symbolizes.
When the bell rings the entire class gets up and walks out of the room to their next class as Ms. Dawes shouts atop all of the chatter "Nice job today folks! I am very pleased with the discussion. Read the next two chapters for Monday!"
I get up from my seat and anxiously make my way to my teacher.
"Mr. Saunders, what happened today? It isn't like you to not write your journal entry." Ms. Dawes tells me with a disappointed frown.
"I'm sorry about that. I just got a bit distracted." I add swallowing the lump growing in my throat.
"Well, don't let it happen again." She adds with a smile waving me off.
"So I don't have a detention?" I ask curiously.
"No Mr. Saunders. I trust that it was a onetime thing. Have a nice day." She smiles at me as I walk out of the classroom happy that I won't have to bring a detention slip home to my mother.
I quickly make my way to the chemistry room not wanting to be late for the class that starts in 2 minutes. When I finally make it in to the room I notice that mostly everyone is there, and Mr. Betenkamp is getting ready to take attendance.
I make my way to my seat next to my best friend Zig, and the minute I sit down he laughs at me. "I heard you got a detention!" he chuckles knowing that I have never gotten a detention before in my life.
"Ms. Dawes just told me not to let it happen again. I didn't get a detention." I tell him nervously. "Who told you anyway?" I ask getting my chemistry binder out of my book bag.
"It was Maya. Who else would it be?" he asks looking at me like I am an idiot. "I don't know. Sorry for not knowing." I add moping.
"Dude, are we still on to hang after school today?" he asks curiously, and I just nod and comment "sure".
"Cool. Video games at my house?" he questions curiously, and I nod while Mr. B starts his lesson.
"Today I will be teaching you the wonders of stoichiometry!" Mr. B shouts excitedly.
He goes on talking about crap that I don't understand for 50 minutes before the bell rings. Finally the day is over and I can go home.
"Hey, I have to go to my locker. I'll meet you at yours in a bit!" Zig calls walking in the opposite direction. "Kay" I call back having forgotten about my after school plans.
When I arrive at my locker I notice the familiar face of the girl whose locker is next to mine. "Hey Maya" I greet fiddling with my combination lock and opening it despite my shaking hands.
"Hey Cam, Ms. Dawes looked pretty mad earlier. Are you okay?" she asks me with that smile that drives me crazy on her face.
"Yeah, she didn't even give me a detention like she said she was going to." I reply back grabbing the books that I need for the night and discarding the rest into my locker.
"Well, that's good. I totally don't understand why she had us write something that we don't lke about ourselves anyway. No one wants to share that sort of thing." She tells me nicely laughing at Ms. Dawes's cluelessness when it comes to teenagers.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." I say closing my locker and leaning my back against it.
"Like really Ms. Dawes? Do you think I want to tell everyone that I hate that I'm flat chested?" she jokes, and I can't believe that a girl as amazing as she is has body image issues.
"You're not flat chested." I mention not realizing how awkward and inappropriate it was until after I said it.
Her face turns red, and I automatically feel really bad and uncomfortable. "I'm sorry that was a weird thing for me to say." I add opening her locker door more and revealing her blushing cheeks.
"It's fine. You're just trying to be nice." She responds anxiously as her boyfriend, my best friend wraps his arms around her waist from behind.
"Hey beautiful" he whispers into her ear before kissing her cheek. "Hey Zig" she smiles turning around and pecking him on the lips.
I get that dirty feeling that I feel every time I see Maya kissing Zig. It's an impulse more than anything. I feel the need to punch him in the nose which is terrible. He has been my best friend since we were 5, and still I am disgustingly envious of his relationship with Maya.
"Are you guys ready to walk home?" the tall boy asks Maya and I.
"Yeah" I utter starting for the door as Maya nods her head and takes his hand in hers.
We walk the six blocks to our street, and Zig and I head to his house while Maya keeps going the four houses to where her house and mine lay side by side.
"Bye Zig. I'll call you later!" Maya calls walking passed my front yard into her house.
Zig carefully unlocks his door and we head to his room like we have many times before.
"Dude, your room literally smells like rotten cheese." I say walking into his very gross room.
"blah blah… you sound like Maya!" He says stepping over some dirty clothes on the floor.
"Well maybe you should clean it." I add picking up an empty soda can and throwing it into the garbage can next to his dresser.
"Psssh! Ain't nobody got time for that!" He responds humorously picking up the x-box controllers.
"Let's play!" he says trying to drag my attention from his messy room.
"Alright, but man, you have to clean this mess up. It's disgusting." I smile grabbing the controller and taking a seat on the bean bag chair while he sits on the edge of his bed.
"Beat that bitch!" he yells having won the game.
"That was a cheap shot! I'm done!" I respond putting the controller down. "Baby!" he teases me.
"I'm just tired of playing." I groan turning off the x box. "Yeah we have been playng for quite a while. It's getting dark." He says looking out the window.
"You hungry?" he asks curiously. I nod and we go down the stairs where Mrs. Novak had arrived home.
"Hey mom, where's dad?" he asks her curiously grabbing a bag of chips from the pantry.
"He's still at the store. He's closing up a little late tonight." Mrs. Novak replies in her thick Russian accent.
"How are you boys doing? You need anything?" she asks with a bright smile. "Nah mom, we're good." he responds nicely.
"Well, don't eat those chips. I'm making dinner. Is Campbell staying for dinner?" she asks snatching the bag from his hand.
"I don't know… Are you staying for dinner?" he asks turning to me.
"No. I actually think I'm gonna head home now." I say pointing toward the door.
"Okay… See you later. We should hang tomorrow too." He adds waving goodbye to me as I grab my book bag and shoes and walk out the door.
Silently, I walk through the darkness to my home four houses away from Zig's.
"Hey Cam, what are you doing home?" my mom asks from the couch.
"I don't know. I'm just tired I guess." I reply plopping down on one of the chairs.
"Oh… I made some spaghetti if you're hungry." She tells me with a smile.
"I am actually." I say going into the kitchen and grabbing a plate of spaghetti. "Where is everyone?" I inquire having not seen any of my siblings since walking into the house 10 minutes ago.
"Lydia is staying over at a friend's house and Brady is at Cody's. It's probably just us here tonight sweetie." My mom tells me happily as I eat my spaghetti at the kitchen table.
"Cool I guess." I comment putting my empty plate in the sink. "Good spaghetti, mom." I comment sitting back down on the chair.
"I made it the same way I always do." She says flipping through channels. "Well, it's good." I add wondering why she won't just take the compliment.
"Well thanks, kiddo." She smiles cheerfully. "You're welcome. I'm gonna go hang out upstairs." I tell my mom going up the stairs to the bedroom my little brother and I share.
Once inside I collapse onto my bed, and just think for a while before getting a text from my older sister. "Hey favorite little brother, are you home?"
I find it strange that she is being nice and realize that she must want something. "Yeah. What do you want?" I ask her.
"Could you pretty please go in my room and grab my laptop and bring it outside? I forgot it and we need it for this project." She responds back.
"Sure. When are you gonna be outside?" I ask.
"Like 10 minutes."
"kk" I reply before dropping my phone on my bed and going across the hall to my sisters room.
After opening the door the first thing I notice is that it's extremely chilly in the room. It appears my idiot sister left her windows open. I walk over to the window to shut it and realize that her window is directly aligned with Maya's.
Through her window I see Maya jumping around dancing and singing into a hairbrush, and I smile to myself. God I think I'm in love… She is… my dream girl.
Cut it out, Cam. Stop staring at her. You're being creepy and she's your best friend's girlfriend.
I quickly finish closing the window not wanting to be classified as a total freak. I grab my sister's laptop case from her desk and look around for the actual laptop. After finding it on her bed I put it in the case making sure to grab the charger too.
When waking out of the room I take one more glance out the window and see Maya changing through the mirror over her dresser. I gulp loudly knowing how wrong it is to stare despite how badly I want to. My brain is telling me no, but I really want to. Who could it hurt anyway…
Your best friend, Cam! It could hurt him. It is also very wrong to invade someone's privacy I tell myself forcing my eyes to divert away from the window where Maya is standing in her underwear and a tank top.
I walk down the stairs quickly trying to forget how perverted I was just being. My sister is waiting outside in Alli Bhandari's car. "Here you go." I comment handing the laptop to my sister.
"Thanks so much baby brother. You rock!" she says messing up my hair with her hand.
"You're welcome Lyd. Have fun! And, hello Alli." I greet nicely before turning away and heading back inside.
"Oh by the way, you left your window open!" I call as they start to pull out of the driveway. "Don't worry I closed it!" I continue and she sticks a thumbs up out of the car window as the drive off.
I sigh deeply before going back inside and back up the stairs.
I'm really disgusting… I think to myself as I lay on my bed unable to stop picturing Maya in her underwear. Honestly, I'm glad I looked away when I did. I can't even imagine where I would be if I had seen more. The guilt I am feeling now would most likely multiply by a billion.
Eventually, I am able to get her out of my brain, but only after numbing my brain with TV shows for 3 hours. Thank god for "Family Guy" is all I can say.
Please tell me what you think and if I should continue. I know this chapter is a bit dry, but it should get better.