Hello everyone :) So, I decided that I wanted to write more Camaya but felt like I should try something lighter. All of my stories have contained either a suicidal Campbell, a paralyzed Campbell, or a dead Campbell. I figured it was time for an alive and happy Camaya fic.
I don't think this was my best. Buuuut I have plans for this story. I really want to try out a Camaya friendship first and then eventually have them start to date. I think I just want this story to be more fun and happy and cutesy.
Next chapter will be in Cam's POV and there will be more Camaya interaction. This first chapter is kind of blah because I just wanted to set up the story.
But please let me know what you think and whether or not I should continue. :)
He has those brown eyes that a girl could get lost in forever, mesmerized by their compelling innocence. His eyebrows simply aren't fair. The way he raises them with confusion and furrows them with insecurity is enough to drive anyone crazy. And that hair. Those gorgeous brown locks that I could just reach up and run my fingers through and...
Stop, Maya. Campbell Saunders doesn't even know you exist and you have a boyfriend.
Zig. Remember him?
I silently reprimand myself and wonder how long I had been staring at the older boy. It amazes me how long I have liked him now. And it frightens me how much I yearn for his attention. You'd think by now I'd just give up. Campbell Saunders doesn't even know I exist.
And I suppose it's better that way. I have Zig.
Zig.
Merely staring at the older Ice Hound evoked butterflies and fuzziness and warmth. I could feel my cheeks grow warm and my heartbeat speed. I was sure my face colored red every time he entered the room.
But when I saw Zig... Nothing. Not even a small case of nervousness. No desire to impress him. Sometimes even disdain, like I couldn't bear to look at him.
And I figured that made me a bad person. When you don't like someone, you break up with them, right? That's what normal people do.
But in the case of Zigmund Novak, I had Tori's feelings to keep in mind. When she and Zig broke up, Tori spiraled into a state of heartbreak and anger.
If I'm being honest, I never understood why Tori was so angry. Their breakup wasn't messy, a little out of the blue, yes, but never messy. One day Zig just decided he was over it.
"Tor, uh, I just don't think I can keep doing this, I mean us. This is... I think it's over."
I could have sworn the entire school heard the slap that resounded off of Zig's cheek and the resulting sound of Tori's sobs echoing through the hall.
And, of course, Tris and I did what any good friends would do: isolated Zig and validated Tori's feelings every chance we got.
And it was all going pretty well until Zig had found me one day.
"Maya!" I rushed down the hall, hoping it seemed as though I was running late, but soon heard muffled footsteps catch up to me. A hand spun me around and gripped my arm firmly. "Can we talk, please?"
"Zig, I don't think it's such a good idea. Tori is still really mad at you and she's my best friend, I-"
"Maya, I like you. A lot. You're the reason I broke up with Tori in the first place. I think we could be really good together and we have way more in common than Tori and I ever did."
I knew my mouth was hanging open and I imagined myself resembling a deer caught in the bright lights of a semi truck.
I left Zig standing there, my feet carrying me down the hall, my mouth unable to form coherent words, and found Tori sitting by her locker engrossed in a book.
"Tor, I- Zig, uh, but he" Words wouldn't form correctly, my brain was scattered and mental images of Tori slapping me as she had Zig invaded my mind.
"Woah, Maya, deep breaths. What's going on?"
"Zig, he just told me that he likes me, Tori, that he wants to be with me. He said that I was the reason he broke up with you, because he liked me. But I just walked away, I swear! Obviously I would never date him, Tor. He's ridiculous for even tell-"
"You should go for it."
Once again my brain lost all ability to comprehend what was happening. Clearly my confusion was evident as Tori continued on adamantly.
"Maya, I'm not mad. I really think you should go for it. It was obvious you liked Zig at the beginning of the year and if you're the reason he broke up with me, then of course you try things with him!"
"But Tori, he's your ex..." I didn't even think I wanted to date Zig, I knew I didn't, but my brain wasn't cooperating and Tori was strangely passionate about getting us together.
"Exactly, so I get to tell you when you can and cannot date him and right now, I'm saying go for it. Actually, it would make really happy."
I couldn't decide if this was a weird loyalty test or if Tori's strange way of getting over Zig was to have me date him. It even occurred to me that Tori might have snapped, finally lost it and didn't even know what she was saying. But being the naive girl that I am, Zig and I started dating less than a week later.
Catching a glimpse of my boyfriend now, standing outside the classroom, I realized how much I resented that stupid decision. I never should have started dating Zig. From our first date at The Dot when we split a basket of fries and he chewed with his mouth open to him standing outside the French room right now unable to understand that I don't enjoy being walked to my next class like a puppy, the whole relationship just seemed like a giant headache.
I felt like a horrible person a majority of the time. If I wasn't antagonizing over Zig's faults, I was feeling bad for stringing him along. When I wasn't upset at Tori for convincing me to date him in the first place, I was mad at myself for ever dating her ex. Just when I would get the courage to break up with Zig, I saw Tori's face in my mind, disappointed that I was the reason they broke up and yet even I didn't want him. And all the while, I felt like a liar every time I stared desirably at the Boy With The Eyes.
Those eyes that could make me forget about Zig and Tori and school and practically everything around me for even the briefest of moments.
Suddenly I was pulled from my thoughts when I realized I was staring at an empty chair. Those eyes I adored so much weren't where they used to be and I become subconsciously aware that someone was in very close proximity to me.
"Hey, I think you dropped this."
A tender hand reached out, pencil in tow, and place the writing utensil on my desk. He flashed me a crooked smile and I had to wonder if I wasn't dreaming.
Come on, brain! Work! Say something cute! Or simple! Just say something!
"Uh..."
The bell sounded in the distance and I found myself eternally grateful.
I realized my hands had began perspiring quite a bit, my lips growing dryer by the second, and I willed my heart to slow down.
I watched the Ice Hound exit the room and, even with my boyfriend motioning for me to meet him in the hall, I couldn't help but start to plan our wedding.
