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Chapter 2

I walked out into the hallway, feeling extremely uncomfortable. I was wearing regular clothes but way too much make up. Even though Macey insisted it looked "natural", I was washing it off at breakfast, while she was devouring her french toast.

We were walking down the stairs to make our way to breakfast and already I could see the drool coming from my friends mouths. I walked with them to the huge wooden double doors. Seeing that they were about to sprint toward the short lunch line, I made my move.

" I've got to go use the bathroom real quick, okay?"

"Why?" asked Macey, instantly aware.

"To wash my hands. Health is very important."

Before she could pull out her ever-present hand sanitizer, I had walked away.

I was passing the staircase and watched as the boys descended the staircase. There were at least 15 girls (including Eva) flirting with them and mostly Grant.

He glanced at me and did a double take. I smirked. Maybe this make-up isn't that bad.

As I thought that I saw Macey running toward me anger evident in her eyes, her mouth still chewing. She usually isn't that persistent, who told her. . . Cammie!

Before she could speak, I laughed and said "Cammie is going to pay!"

She saw the crowd quickly approaching us and sang " I told you soooooo!"

I just rolled my eyes and pulled her back to our usual table. When I got there I saw a plate of my favorite breakfast , choco chip pancakes, scrambeld eggs and turkey sausages, waiting for me. I quickly thanked the person that got this for me, whoever it was and chowed down.

As I was eating Grant exited the line with a tray of food. He came over and sat down.

"Excuse me?" I said trying to stay civilized.

"What?" he said rather rudely.

" Why are sitting there, did someone say you could?" I exclaimed

"You were going to ask me to sit there anyway, right babe?" he said arrogantly

I was about to explode. "Why would I want some half-brained, sexist orangutan to sit next to me!", my British accent flaring.

For about one second I saw hurt flash in his eyes but then replaced with a smug satisfaction, so he asked Eva, who was right behind him if he could sit there. Obviously she said yes. I just rolled my eyes and turned my back to him.

Not exactly how I pictured our first and hopefully (crossing my fingers) last conversation.