Chapter Two
Shout Outs!
Emily (a.k.a.: I'm Gary Coleman): giggles Thanks man. You rock! I'm gonna edit your Survivor/Crossover/Whatever fic soon!
Nosilla: Thanks! Your review is very much appreciated. Here's your update!
Yo: Um... Thanks for that complement in the beginning. sigh I was expecting at least one angry reviewer... I know, I know. It kinda screams "MARY SUE" in the beginning, but please try to give this a chance. I didn't even introduce the plot yet, so don't judge me as quickly. I get annoyed with Sues as much as the next person. Even if this turns into a romance, I hope that I can do something that makes it stand out from the rest. Don't give up on Cam and me now! She's not your usual original character, and if she turns into a Sue, she'll be a really cool one. :-P But, hopefully we won't get to that point.
"Nice to meet you," Cam said with a nod and a smile, revealing her teeth, constrained by a thin silver retainer. She proceeded to continue her computer work, humming softly.
Craig still stared at her as she kept typing, clicking and humming. "Um."
"Yes?" Camilla asked, tilting her head slightly, brushing her extra-long bangs from her eyes. He quickly looked away.
"Never mind, I thought you were going to say something else," he grumbled, mentally cursing himself for being idiotic.
"Oh," she laughed softly, "Sorry. I tend to do that a lot." Cam started humming again, a little louder this time around.
After five minutes of this, Craig started to get irritated again. "Could you stop that? I can't concentrate on this, and it's due tomorrow," he said heatedly, slamming the book he held onto the floor.
"Sorry," she replied timidly as she averted her gaze, blushing. "I'm... I was... D-do you want me to move?"
Craig's eyes widened when he realized what he had done. He cursed himself again, trying to manage a smile. "No, no. I'm so sorry. I... I sometimes-"
"It's not a problem," Cam replied, patting his arm. "I understand."
When she did that, he felt a thousand volts of electricity jolt through his body, starting at the spot where her hand was. He flinched slightly. "Uh, yeah," was all he could manage as he pulled his brain back together. What was with this girl? He had spoken with her for less then fifteen minutes... And that feeling... it didn't mean anything did it? She was just a bizarre tenth grade girl. He shook his head, making another vain attempt at typing the last four paragraphs of his thesis paper, pushing those thoughts away.
"Did you know that Julius Cesar didn't invent the Cesar Salad?" Cam said suddenly, still keeping her eyes on the computer. "It was invented by Cesar Cantini, a New Mexico chef in 1924."
"Wh-what? What are you talking about?" he stammered, gaping slightly at the side of her face.
"The Cesar Salad was invented by Cesar Cantini in 1924, not by Julius Cesar," she replied, refraining from typing to glance at him for a moment. Camilla smiled her usual dreamy again. "Interesting, huh?"
"Uh, yeah." Craig rolled his eyes. She was weird.
"Craig, my man!" Spinner said loudly, announcing his entrance just as the last bell of the day sounded. "You're meeting us at the Dot right?" He pushed back the dyed locks away from his grinning face, eyes going from Craig to Cam. His grin broadened. "Why don't you bring Camilla with you?"
"Uh, well, I don't- I mean... you must have something to do, right?" he asked his companion.
She replied simply, "No."
"Yeah, I. Just let me save this, Spin."
"No problem!" he said, before strutting towards the door, stopping himself from snickering.
Craig grumbled to himself again as he stuffed his notes and his USB stick into his backpack. He wasn't sure if he would stand looking at Camilla's stupid faraway look any longer.
As the media room slowly emptied around them, Cam still remained, standing by the door, staring intently at a poster. "Look," she said softly as Craig got up from his chair. "You probably don't want me around. I'll just go home. See you." Camilla smiled slightly at him before leaving the room with a swish of her skirt.
"See... you," he said, mostly to himself, for she was already yards away. He shrugged it off and headed out, feeling strange, relieved, yet still uncomfortable all at once.
