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I silently went over to my seat and plopped myself down and let out a big sigh. Mrs. Barnett started talking about how we would soon be reading Mice & Men, and I let myself become accustom to the sound of her voice as I closed my eyes drowning the urge to dash out of the classroom. I could feel Westy staring at me even through closed eyes. After a while, Mrs. Barnett noticed I wasn't paying attention and said," Cami, pay attention!"

I slowly opened my eyes and nodded my head sleepily. I wish I hadn't of gotten out of bed that morning, and I wish I hadn't asked Nudge for ride and lastly I wish I could just get over Friday night. Mrs. Barnett dreadfully let us onto free work time. This gave Westy the opportunity to talk to me.

"Cami, about Fri-"he started turning his body toward me. I got the full extent of his sea blue eyes on me, and took a deep breath.

"Stop, I don't want to hear about it," I stormed trying to put my whole attention onto reading and answering the questions.

He just couldn't keep his mouth shut could he? "Listen, Cami, this is important," he grabbed my arm across the aisle and pulled on it gently.

"What!" I roared a little too loudly making the person sitting in front of us give us a mean glare.

He was quiet for a second, and then he spoke shifting his weight so he was leaning towards me.

"Tell me what's on your mind," he asked sincerely as he held onto my hand refusing to let me finish my work. I instantly remembered when Sam asked me that, and I promised myself this time I wouldn't hold back too much.

"Well, 1. You need to stop holding my hand, 2. You need to stop bugging me, and 3. Get back to work," I disclosed with the hint of a smirk as I dodged his question.

He let go of my hand, but didn't stop searching my face.

"I think you secretly liked that," he smiled and then winked.

"Do you want to know what I think is on your mind?" he proposed to me as he looked back down at his paper and began writing some answers down. I glanced at him curiously to see if he had some sort of ulterior motive.

"Shoot," I replied as I put my feet up on the basket of the desk in front of me as I stared at him still huddled over his paper his blonde hair falling over his face.

"First your thinking about all the attention getting drawn to you lately, which secondly makes you think about Sam, which thirdly makes you think of me," he chuckled, and looked up to see Mrs. Barnett give us a warning look.

I kind of stared at him shocked that he could read me so easily, but then I lightly smile and with my finger I motioned him forward. He obeyed, and I put my mouth by his ear as if I was telling him a secret and whispered," You're so self-conceited."

I pulled away to see his lips formed into another taunting bright smile as he looked up and did his run-hand-through-hair move and smirked," I try."

"Of course you do," I grunted as I turned back to my paper, and slowly turned around to crack my back on the chair. The person behind me gave a little yelp in surprise she had been listening into our conversation.

I decided to ignore her, and I'm guessing Weston didn't notice because three minutes later when I was done with the assignment he randomly stated," You should break up with Sam, Cami you could do a lot better." He looked at me with Ernest eyes, but instead of the outcome he hoped for it got me pretty pissed.

"Weston, you along with everyone else who goes to this fricken school has no right in telling me what to do!" I practically yelled at him. I have no idea why I was so furious, but I was. Hr looked at me with a bit of regret and little bit of fear seeking into his eyes.

Unluckily my little outburst caught the teacher's attention.

"Cami! You have never disrupted class as much as you have to today. What happened to you!" She yelled across the room, silencing everyone in it.

I gulped I can't believe this! I'm turning into my other me right now. I'm turning into Max, but at that second I didn't care. Later, maybe. Right now, hell no.

"Uh, if you haven't noticed Mrs. Barnett, you are the most boringest teacher ever." I used the word 'boringest' just to get on her nerves about the grammar.

She glared at me, and I knew she regretted putting Westy next me. I smiled at the thought. Serves her right I thought righteously.

I continued," I mean I see your lips moving and all, but all I am hearing is 'blah, blah, blah.'

"Out!" she screamed slamming her hands down on her desk. Everyone in the room was quiet, save for a few people in the corner trying to conceal their laughter by coughing lightly.

I just grabbed my bag and left out the door. I heard a rustle behind me as Westy hurried to gather his things.

"Oh no, young man! You are staying right here!" Mrs. Barnett screeched.

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After about thirty minutes of sitting on the grass outside the classrooms and getting weird looks by everyone who passed I decided to just wait by the parking lot. Last period still hadn't ended and Mrs. Barnett probably already gave me my first referral ever, so I just wanted to get away from this god forsaken place. I got up and wiped off the grass that stuck to me.

I walked around the corner and saw Sam for the first time in the whole day with a bathroom pass in his hands. His nose looked, I can't really describe it, and so I'll give you the first three words that come to my head. Ugly, twisted, and grody. He already spotted me and began taking long strides towards where I was standing. He was like a man on a mission, a type of James Bond you could say, but with a more stupid aura. Once he reached me, he stopped there for a second and I waited for him to burst out into a fit. Then out of nowhere, he took out his hand out of his pocket and slapped me in the face so hard that it echoed. I stood there stunned for about 5 seconds, because it was out of character for Sam to do something like that; I wasn't expecting it at all.

"Fuck!" I cried holding my hand to cheek feeling it welt a bit, and the rude awakening made it sting red hot on my cheek. I would have hit him back, but he reminded me to much of a girl that I made myself hold back.

"Cami, you're a bitch, and don't tell me you didn't deserve that. Making me look like some loser in front of all those people. Who do you think you are? Huh? Well tell me!" He stood there expectantly.

I let go of my cheek and gave him my serious scary stare as I said," We are through. I have no idea why I even decided to give you a chance. I mean look at you," I pointed in the general direction of his whole body. "You are such a momma's boy." I grinned coyly, as I flicked my hair and sauntered off out of school. I could hear Sam grunt," I'm not a momma's boy."

I ignored every emotion in my body that told me not to get on Iggy's motorcycle and take off, as I found his spare keys in my backpack. I grabbed the helmet that he always kept on his baby, and swung my leg over it. I felt bad that Iggy who was going to have to find a ride home, but I needed to get out of here fast. What I didn't realize, was the dark figure watching me from the School's Administration Office.

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