The next morning, John groggily woke up to the sounds of his mother yelling at him.
"John, why aren't you awake? You're going to school," Sarah yelled standing at the foot of his bed.
John sat up in bed and gave her a scowl before laying back down again covering his whole body with his blanket. "Why? Why is it that important….the world's just going to end in a few years anyways," John mumbled.
"You don't know that," Sarah said, yanking the comforter off the bed completely," And in case it doesn't, you need an education."
"Fine…is Cameron going too?" John gave in and sat up rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Yes," she replied, "To protect you in case it does end."
That makes me feel even better he thought.
John made his way to the breakfast table where Derek was busy shoveling all the bacon and eggs into his mouth as he could while Cameron watched him with her signature head tilt. "You have consumed more than the maximum amount of food that your body needs," She said expressionlessly. Derek seemed to not notice as he continued to eat at a rapid pace.
"Hungry, Derek?" John laughed ignoring Cameron's obvious observation.
"Hey, if you hadn't eaten this in 20 years, you'd be doing the same thing, buddy." Derek said between mouthfuls.
"Good morning, John," Cameron said not breaking her trance on Derek.
"Morning," He mumbled back slumping into the chair.
"John, you and Cameron had better get going," Sarah said from across the kitchen.
"But I haven't even eaten anything yet"
"Here," Sarah smiled handing him some toast, "Have a good day"
John gave her a quick glare before turning to grab his backpack and headed out the door with Cameron at his side.
School was the last place John wanted to be right now. It felt like if he could be doing the most unimportant thing, this was it. Sitting in English learning about pronouns was not going to prepare him for war. He needed training and combat experience. Unfortunately for him, the only thing he was getting good at was running away.
A frustrated John met Cameron in the hallway before lunch. She had been surrounded by a couple boys who scattered when John approached.
"I got asked out on a date," She said almost happily. John rolled his eyes, "Please tell me you said no."
"Yes, I declined," Cameron said, "It is not apart of my mission to perform a date."
Thank God, the last thing he needed right now was worrying about Cameron going on a date.
"I am a cunt," Cameron said. John snorted, "That's nice Cam." The guy must not have taken Cameron's decline very well.
"I don't understand," Cameron continued, "Cunt is another word for a…."
"Cameron shut up," John stopped her.
"I'm sor…" Cameron stopped mid sentence and grabbed John by the collar of his shirt throwing him into the janitors closet.
"Cameron what the hell…" John shouted.
"John, shut up," She closed the door behind her, "Cromartie".