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Lucy scurried to where Camille was in the cafeteria, trying her best to choke back the lump in her throat. Camille was reading her book and Lucy slid next to her.

"I thought you said you were getting your lunch?" Camille let her book fall onto the table.

Camille examined Lucy's face and noticed a tear escaping her brown eyes.

"Lucy, what's wrong?" Camille asked with a concerned tone within her voice.

Lucy shook her head silently and continued looking down. Camille grasped Lucy's wrist gently.

"Lucy. Who made you cry? You know you can tell me any-" She was stopped by Lucy.

"James." She said briefly, Avoiding the whole ' I'm your best friend, you can tell me anything!' speech.

Camille thought for a moment.

"What'd he do?" She asked quietly, rubbing Lucy's back comfortingly.

Lucy wiped her tears briskly and sniffed.

She told Camille everything, starting with the night they had kissed.

"How could he do such a thing?" Camille stood up furiously.

"W-wait, where're you going?" Lucy arose.

"To talk to James." Camille answered, clenching her fists.

She turned to leave but was stopped by Lucy.

"No. It's fine, there's no need." She held Camille's arm tightly.

Camille sighed,

"I can't believe him. Of all the cruel and insensitive things he's done to you, this has to be the worst." Camille scowled.

She paused before getting up again.

"Don't worry," she assured her friend. "I won't do anything drastic."

Lucy nodded slightly and sunk back down into her seat.

"James Diamond." Camille said, a little too loudly once she found where he was sitting. He looked up at her, wide-eyed and his eyebrows raised. He knew what was coming.

"I didn't know you could be so heartless." She said, sounding very much like a teacher, scolding a naughty pupil.

Looking around, James saw that his friends were very confused, all of them watching Camille like she was a madwoman.

"You know she's crying. Why would you do that?"

James stood quickly, ushering Camille away and pulling her away from everyone. Once in a secluded area, he explained to her.

"I didn't mean to hurt her," he sighed.

Camille's eyes widened. She scoffed, "You didn't mean to hurt her? Well you did." Her lips curled, crossing her arms.

James sighed again, "Well could you tell her I said sorry?" He spoke with a low voice.

Camille shook her head stubbornly, "No."

James was taken aback, "Wh-why not?" He asked bemusedly.

"Because you're going to have to apologise to her, face to face." She raised her neat brows.

James sneered, "Pft, who's going to make me?" He interweaved his arms.

"Nobody's making you do anything, it's a decision that you're going to have to make yourself. I know there's a gentleman in you somewhere."

Camille gave him one final look in the eyes and left him feeling ashamed.

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"Lucy?" James said quietly as he knocked on the door to the Stone residence. It was the evening after school.

He had decided to listen to Camille and thought it was best to apologise to Lucy. But, for some reason, he had waited until after school. Mainly because he didn't want anyone to see him.

Like Lucy, he had no idea why he knew where she lived. But he didn't want to think about it.

The door opened and behind it stood a middle-aged woman who looked very much like Lucy without the red streaks in her brown hair.

"Hello," she said, with a questioning look on her face.

"Hi, is… is Lucy in?" he asked, looking past her and inside the house.

She smiled, telling him to wait a moment and she turned her back towards him and shouted up the stairs.

"Lucy, there's someone at the door for you."

"Who is it?" Lucy called back, a hint of confusion in her voice.

The woman turned back to James. "I'm sorry," she smiled. "What was your name?"

"I'm James." He said politely.

"It's James." Her mom yelled.

He heard a groan. "Tell him I'm not here." And a door slam.

Mrs, Stone turned back to him, with an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, she's been a little off since she came home today. I don't know what might have happened." she said again. "I don't think…"

"It's OK," James sighed. "I'll just catch her at school." He smiled vaguely.

Elsewhere, Kendall and Camille were working on their chemistry project.

They had both decided to put their differences to one side and get their A on the assignment.

They had been working in silence until Kendall spoke. He groaned,

"Ugh, can you believe our school? I hate those stupid 'Spring Formal's'" He scoffed.

Camille shrugged, "I don't know, I love those events. I don't know any girl besides Lucy who hate them. It gives us an excuse to look like a princess." She said hazily.

"What's Lucy's deal?" Kendall snapped her out it.

Camille scrunched her face,

"She's Lucy. She hates parties and anything to do with having fun," She started, "I don't even know why we're friends, we're complete opposites." She pursed her lips.

Kendall chuckled lightly. "Are you going?" He asked casually. Camille shrugged again.

"I don't know, I need to convince Lucy to go before I can do anything. And I doubt she'll listen to me, I made her come to Carlos' party and that ended in disaster"

She pouted as she typed on her laptop.

"How about you?" She returned the question.

Kendall's eyebrows twitched, "No. Not this time."

The was another period of stillness as they toiled, only sharing quick glances when they thought that the other wasn't looking.

Time flew by until, eventually, it was time for Kendall to go. Collecting his books, he turned to Camille.

"About the party," he began but she cut him off.

"Kendall, honestly, it's fine." She assured him. "You don't need to apologise."

He nodded, looking down. "Are you really adopted?" he asked quietly.

It was Camille's turn to look uncomfortable. She looked down at her fingers, twiddling them.

"Yeah." She mumbled.

"You don't have to tell me." He was quick to reassure her. "It's ok."

"No, no. It's fine."

They both went and sat back down, an awkward silence filling the air.

"Wh-where are your real parents?" Kendall started.

"Well, my dad, I have no idea about him." Camille took a deep breath. "My mom said that he left when I was two.

"But, I was totally fine with not having a dad. My mom was fine raising me until I was 7. Money started to become a real issue."

Kendall listened intently.

"I'd come home from school and she'd be in tears or-or having a break down. I didn't know what to do.

She started shoplifting. Only small things, like a chocolate bar or some hair clips.

I really didn't think anything of it, until she asked me to take something aswell. I wasn't discreet enough, I got caught.

My mom lied to the manager, saying that I was just a little girl and that I didn't know any better.

They eventually let us go but my mom just got worse. There was no food at home and she'd come back one day with bags full of chocolate or cakes and things like that. I asked her once where she got the money from but she just told me that a 'magic man' gave it to her."

Camille's breathing became uneasy and her eyes welled up. Kendall also found himself becoming emotional.

"After a while, she started having really bad mood swings. I know now that it was drugs but… I was seven, I didn't know what drugs were. One day she'd be really happy, hyper even. But, by the time I got home from school, she was crying in bed or being destructive. She never lay a finger on me, I was glad for that, but she would leave and not come home for hours. Days, even. But, this one time, I came home and she was passed out on the floor. I d-didn't call anyone, I didn't want to. What if they took her away from me? Where would I go?"

He was starting to get worried, now. Camille was hyperventilating, her breathing wasn't stable.

"She died. She died right in front of me, Kendall. I should h-have done something. Something, anything. I didn't even call the ambulance. I took her up to bed and it was only when my school teacher came round, wondering why I hadn't been in for a while, that anyone found out. Miss Harrison called the ambulance, police and I was taken into a care home."

Sobbing uncontrollably, Camille hid her face in her hands chanting,

"It was my fault, I should've done something."

"Camille!" Kendall jumped up, wrapping his arms around her, protectively. "It's alright, stop-stop talking, breathe. Breathe."

Camille fell asleep in Kendall's arms, he carried her to her bed and left the house, with more respect for Camille.

AUTHORS NOTE: The events and characters occurred in this chapter are completely fictional. Any similarities are merely a coincidence. Also, because I had I had too much homework, I made my colleague write most of this chapter. I'm just kidding, she's my monkey :D Her penname is 'OnTheBrinkOfInsanity' Check out her stories… I guess.