Settling In
Abby's POV
As I walked along the corridor, I spot Cammie just ahead of me. "Cammie, I've got your classes and I can take you to your room just now so you can freshen up and relax before dinner." I say as I catch up with her and reach for her arm. She jerks me off angrily and turns to face me.
"Why would you bother Abby?!" She yells at me, "I'm not the Cammie you know so why do you think that I need your help? I was doing just fine in New York with T! I never wanted to come here, in fact that was your idea! Was it just so that I would calm down and start to behave? Huh? And fyi I did sleep with T and did a whole lot worse besides!" She stops and turns away from me and notices the crowd of students crowding the corridor watching us. "Move!" she snarls at them before walking off down the corridor.
"Cameron Ann Morgan!" I shout after her, knowing that she was the sound in the corridor when Joe and I were talking. "Stop this minute or you'll be in so much trouble!" She stops and turns around, glaring at me.
"What you gonna do Abby, send me back to jail? Threats don't work to well if you can't back them up Abby." she states, her voice dripping with attitude as the students around us gasp.
"I would never do that, that's why I brought you here. Now we are going to calmly walk to your room and I can go over your class schedule and the rules which I expect you to follow while your here. The first of which is I want you to hand over your weapons, you won't need them here." I say as I walk over to her and take her arm, dragging her towards the girls dorms, leaving a corridor of shocked students behind us.
Cammie's POV
I can't believe it Abby, I didn't want to come here, in fact I would have been happier in New York with T. We would have been out with the gang, causing trouble and pissing off the cops. As I storm down the corridor I hear Abby behind me. "Cammie, I've got your classes and I can take you to your room just now so you can freshen up and relax before dinner." She say as she catch up with me and reaches for my arm. I jerks her off angrily and turn to face her.
"Why would you bother Abby?!" I yell at her, angry and upset with her and Joe, "I'm not the Cammie you know so why do you think that I need your help? I was doing just fine in New York with T! I never wanted to come here, in fact that was your idea! Was it just so that I would calm down and start to behave? Huh? And fyi I did sleep with T and did a whole lot worse besides!" I stop realizing what I've just said and turn away from Abby to leave and notice the crowd of students crowding the corridor watching us. "Move!" I snarl at them before walking off down the corridor.
"Cameron Ann Morgan!" Abby shout after me "Stop this minute or you'll be in so much trouble!" I stop and turn around, glaring at my aunt.
"What you gonna do Abby, send me back to jail? Threats don't work to well if you can't back them up Abby." I state, my voice dripping with attitude as the students around us gasp.
"I would never do that, that's why I brought you here. Now we are going to calmly walk to your room and I can go over your class schedule and the rules which I expect you to follow while your here. The first of which is I want you to hand over your weapons, you won't need them here." She say as she walks over to me and takes my arm, dragging her towards the girls dorms, leaving a corridor of shocked students behind us.
When we reach my dorm room, I shake off Abby's arm and flop down on the only empty bed in the room glaring at my aunt while she talks about what is expected of me while I'm at the school and how she will be disappointed if I mess up. I roll my eyes and glance around the room, taking it in. There are four beds, four dressers and two wardrobes along with a door that I assume is for the bathroom. On the beds are personal belongings that give me a good insight into the other occupants of the room. One has fashion magazines strewn across it, along with make up, another has a lot of gadgets and a laptop placed upon the neatly made bed 'Oh great, a geek' I think. The last had Weapons Monthly and Sports Illustrated on top, I think I might like this one, I might be able to get on with her at least.
"Where's Boo?" I ask Abby interrupting her.
"Grant's at lunch and then will be going to class, you'll see him at dinner. Now can you please hand over your gun, I'll let you keep your knife as long as you promise not to use it on anyone." Abby replies, holding out her hand.
"Fine" I mutter, as I reach into my duffle and hand over the reason I'm here in the first place. "Can I please go see Joe now?" I ask politely smiling up at Abby, who looks a little shocked that I had said 'please', she nodded still slightly shocked and said "He'll be in the subs." I get up and walk out of the room.