authors note at bottom
ally carter has ownership of all characters i have my tiny plot and that's all.
i'd also like to dedicate this chapter to Fairy095 and ALLY CARTER 4 EVER
Cammie's POV
I walked to my dorm, it was late. The halls dark, shadows all over the place. At one point I would've been scared, of being here, alone, but now it's my paradise. Loneliness is nice every once and awhile. Don't get me wrong I love my friends, but sometimes I need to be by myself. You know? I had gotten my alone time exploring, actually doing what I said I was doing. It took awhile, my better eyes finding more and more passageways than before. I was in front of my dorm, I hesitated. I don't know why, but I thought that when I walk in there they'll be gone and side with Bex over me. I realize that it's stupid and open the door. The sight of my friends greeted me. Liz and Jonas were cuddling on his bed. Grant was wrestling with Preston. I rolled my eyes, Grant and Pres were always doing childish things. I heard Grant whine about something, only to turn around and see that Pres had him pinned to the ground. I laughed.
"It's not funny, Cammie" he complained.
"I'm afraid it is mate," Jonas said, in between laughs.
"What are you guys doing up anyways?" I asked, afraid I already knew the answer. They exchanged nervous glances.
"Well," they said, " we thought that we would wait up for you."
"Guys that is super unnecessary and you know it" I scolded.
"But —"
"No buts about it," I said, "I can handle myself. okay?"
"Fine" they grumbled.
I clapped my hands together, "Excellent! Now time for lights out, Liz you should probably head back to your dorm" I said.
She nodded and left the room.
I locked the sound proof room door and got ready for bed.
I chose the empty room on the end, because it is soundproof, now no one can hear me scream.
—my name is fred and i'm a time skip—
The morning past with no incident. I got dirty glares, but I can handle that. I would always ignore them, unless it was Rebecca, then I would send the famous Morgan Glare back at her. Let's just say she stopped after seeing my glare. It is pretty terrifying. It was now PE, I had discussed with Joe and my mother that I should not participate. Why, you ask? Well it's because if I do fight, I will most likely severely injure them, if not kill them, on account for my "training" this summer. So I was sitting in the bleachers, watching my class warm up. I was wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, to hide the scars. I had a gut feeling that, something was going to happen. We were just sparring today. King/Queen of the mat. You stay on the mat till someone beats you then they take your place, this continues till only one remains. We were towards the end. Preston, to everyone's surprise had beaten his girlfriend and Bex before losing to Grant. Grant just lost to Zach, making him the winner.
"But sir," Rebecca said to the coach, Cammie hasn't sparred yet, she needs to face Zach."
Ahhh so this was the bad thing that my gut told me would happen. My friends looked at me telling me in their eyes. 'Do it, just don't hurt him to badly.'
"I'm afraid that Cammie is not participating in PE" the coach said.
"It's okay, coach," I spoke up, "I'll be okay to do it."
He looked at me hesitantly, but nodded his head saying 'go ahead'.
I stood in front of Zach not in any specific stance, my hands hung loosely by my sides. He was standing in a low guard position, ready. The coach blew the whistle, my friends cheered for me. The fight began.
Okay so that's it for today. a little cliffy there at the end. heehee jk. continue on..
Zach's POV.
(bet you didn't see that coming)
Cammie and I circled each other. She looked bored, arms hanging loosely by her side. She looked beautiful. Her dirty blonde hair was longer, lucious and soft, her curves, although hidden by her hoodie and sweatpants, were just right, her mouth, the pink luscious lips that seemed to be set in the perfect frown. Her eyes, her eyes changed the most. The once innocent ocean blue, was now headed, colder, while still they had that hidden mischief deep down, they were masked, no emotion clearly showing. They were still all different shades of blue, but they were distant. Different.
I knew she wouldn't make the first move, so I lunged with a low sweeping kick, attempting to knock her feet out from under her. She dodged effortlessly. I was surprised, yeah sure she was decent at fighting before, but she was never that effortless in dodging, never that elegant. I was still distracted that I barely had time to block her high kick to my face. We switched between several fighting genres, till she ended it with a roundhouse kick to my head. I fell to the mat face down. A pressure settled on back, dead center, Cammie's foot, pinning me down.
"Three strikes, you're out" was all she said before strutting out, her crew behind her, the awestruck expressions watching her every move. This summer changed her. It changed my Chameleon. For better or for worse I don't know.
okay so to answer one question, all the torture scenes will be flashbacks she was tortured during the summer. thanks for reviewing, continue doing that, first person to review on this chapter I will give them a shout out in the next authors note and dedicate the chapter to them. cool? cool pickle. love y'allyour loser
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