Thanks for the reviews, here's another chapter… so… yeah. Ooh yeah! If you ask me to 'check out' your fanfic and it's Kucy. I won't. As you can clearly see, I ship Jucy and refuse to read Kucy. But otherwise I'll be happy to read it! Also, XxQuietSingerxX, I hope I didn't really make you cry in chapter 11 hehe ^.^

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"Camille watched, unsure of what to do. Until, suddenly, she stood, brushing her dress off. She stepped forward, directly in front of Elouise and pushed her to the ground."

On seeing Elouise to the ground, the nearby students fell so silent, it was possible to hear a tiny pin drop, as they watched the scene unfold before their very eyes. Camille's stomach flipped, unable to fathom what she had just done. Elouise gets up, leaning on her elbows for support. Her hair was in disarray, she gasped dramatically. She approached Camille slowly.

"How dare you?" she said in a low, dangerous voice, her eyes full of venom.

It was at this point that Camille really regretted what she'd done. What now?

Thankfully, she had Lucy. She always had her back and she was great in situations like this.

"She dared, she did, get over it. Now, get out of here." Lucy stepped forward.

"Make me."

That was a mistake.

Lucy, being Lucy, grabbed a fistful of Elouise's hair and dragged her away, back to where she was sitting. Pushing her back down into her seat, she made her way back.

Elouise made a loud, frustrated noise and bashed her fists on the table, getting up and storming away.

Camille thanked her best friend, hugging her tightly.

"No problem. She needed that."

Kendall cleared his throat and both pairs of eyes turned to him. Camille looked down, not wanting to meet his eyes.

He opened his mouth to say something but then a whole group of jocks approached him.

"Kendall," one of the biggest ones said. "Coach wants us, ASAP."

He sighed, turning to Camille one last time before leaving with them. She let out a breath that she didn't know she was holding.

"Want to tell me what that was about?" Lucy offered, sitting back down.

She looked around anxiously before joining her on the floor. "I told him." She said quietly.

"What?!" Lucy shrieked, earning them some weird looks. "Why would you do that?" she said, in a hushed tone.

"I don't know," she shrugged, playing with her hair. "I started and I couldn't stop. You were the last person I told and that was years ago. I wanted to relieve it."

She nodded, understanding what she was saying. "It's ok."

Camille fell silent. She had chemistry next which meant she had to talk to him. They sat in a comfortable silence until the bell rang.

Here we go.

Arriving early, Camille took her seat at the back. Only a few students were already there but none that she knew. And, thankfully, not Kendall. But, he'd have to come eventually so Camille braced herself.

The people started into the classroom now, she was beginning to get anxious. The late bell rang and he still wasn't here. For a fleeting moment, she thought – hoped – that Kendall wasn't coming. That, maybe, he was cutting class, or wasn't feeling up to it. But she was snapped out of it when the door flung open and he walked in, looking very flustered and annoyed.

She looked down at he book, pretending to be catching up on homework. She was very aware of him sitting down in the stool next to her and she unconsciously scooted the other way.

"Ok, class." The balding head teacher started. "We're doing a revision lesson today. All you'll need is your books and a pen. Take as many notes as you can."

The class groaned and reluctantly got out what they needed.

Camille's body was stiff and she tried to keep to herself as much as possible. But, she couldn't just ignore Kendall, could she?

"Camille?" he said, quietly.

She nodded, not looking up at him.

"Come on," he sighed. "Are you gonna talk to me?"

She sighed also, but didn't speak. Merely shrugged, fiddling with her pen.

"Camille!" he said a little too loudly as the teacher looked over at the pair with a scolding look.

There was another moment of silence until someone spoke up. Surprisingly, it was Camille.

"I'm sorry." She said quietly, still not looking up.

"For what?" he asked.

She shrugged again. "I don't know, I just felt like I should apologise." Her voice had dropped to a whisper. "I shouldn't have unloaded all of that on you. It was my problem and It was wrong of me to pass it on to you."

"Well, I did ask. So, it was my fault too." He said, sympathetically. "And, you shouldn't feel like that."

He put a hand on hers and Camille inhaled at the sudden contact.

"It's not like you could've held it all in your whole life. I'm touched that you chose to trust me with it."

But, before Camille could tell him thanks, the teacher spoke up again.

"I thought I told you two to be quiet."

"But, you didn't." Kendall said, calmly. "You just looked at us."

"Don't talk back to me, young man." He barked.

"I wasn't. I was just correcting you."

Camille couldn't help but laugh and Kendall gave her a side-on smirk.

"That's it. Detention." He filled in the yellow slip. "I am sick of your attitude."

"And I'm sick of your face" Kendall said but only for Camille to hear. She could hold her laughter but this only earned her a detention aswell.

"I expect to see you here after school today." He gave them one last glare.

Lucy grumbled to herself as she read the text from Camille, telling her that she had to walk home alone today. She trekked out of school. While she was walking, she heard her name being called. She looked around to find that it was only James. She sighed and resumed walking.

"Lucy!" He exclaimed once again, only this time, his voice was frustrated yet desperate.

"Not interested." Lucy called out while she walked.

She heard the footsteps behind her speed up so she increased her pace.

"Lucy please just listen to me!" James started to run after her.

She stopped walking and turned to him.

"What?" She said harshly. "What is it that's so important that you need to tell me?" She pursed her lips looking irritated.

James caught up with her and panted. "Wh-why'd you make me run?" He said through breaths, doubled over.

When his breathing rate was back to normal, he began speaking. "I wanted to apologise one more time. I know you hate me and I am truly ashamed of what I did.

I get if you never want to speak to me again, but I just want you to forgive me." James wheezed, he looked right into Lucy's dark eyes pleadingly.

Lucy sighed. "Fine, whatever."

James sighed with relief, "Really? S-so we're cool?" He smiled.

"No. I still hate you, but I'm not mad." She shrugged.

"I can live with that." He grinned foolishly.

"Do you want me to walk you home?" James asked, after an uncomfortable silence.

"I don't want you to, but you can." She scrunched up her face.

James chuckled lightly. "Only Lucy." He said to himself.

"So, how's it going?" he asked.

"How's what going?"

"Life…" he shrugged.

"It's just… life."

He groaned. "You're making it very hard to have a conversation."

"Well, stop acting like you care." She scoffed.

They came to a crossing and Lucy, not wanting to walk with James anymore, went ahead without him.

"Um.. Lucy. It's a green light." He called.

She ignored him and carried on.

"Lucy! There's a car coming, come back." He yelled.

But it was too late.

She wasn't quick enough and the car didn't notice her.

It was all a blur. She screamed, the car honked the horn and then there was a shattering crash.

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