Disclaimer: The world knows I don't own TP so why does the world continue to ask?! Oh, the agony!
Chapter 3: Seriously, I don't Get You
For most of the tour Cameron managed to avoid Jim's gaze and had further managed to reign Peter in enough to keep her status on the down low.
"I really don't get you sometimes."
"What are you talking about?" Inky black strands of hair peeked from beneath the crimson hood slipped low over his forehead.
"Jim is like 'your whole world'-" Snarky little bastard. "And the one time you happen to see him- you hide?" Eyes fixated on the class- and the speaker- Cameron tucked her hands into Peter's back pockets before she trained herself on the guy inches away. "I seriously don't get you."
"I know it doesn't make sense just now but- lets just say it's a bit of a...reconnaissance."
"These four rooms are set aside strictly for Montressor Highs usage. They're standard dorms so they fit comfortably up to two people." No sooner had Jim cracked open the door for show-and-tell than twins Henry and Kraig Slate threw their bags inside.
"We call it."
"Sure..." Jim side-stepped what he was sure to be more flying luggage. "Why don't we get ownership out of the way so there's no war later on tonight."
"Come on," Peter eased her hands from his pockets to take them in his own. The dorm he had cocked his head at smelled like leather, strange since there was virtually no leather upholstery. Otherwise, the room was pretty standard just as Jim had said: two beds, a closet alongside the door and a wood based side table between the beds. " This good enough for you?" She exhaled loudly, taking a seat on one of the blue checkered comforters.
"As good as its going to get. What lame-ass events do you think they're going to make us do?" A shrug of broad shoulders, a swipe at the hood to reveal his face.
"Who knows? But one things for sure: we're going to be the underdogs in this competition."
"I heard. A school of genius's and two military academies." She laid outstretched on her back, calloused hands tucked beneath her head. "If they wanted us to tank they could've picked regular school's and saved themselves the trouble."
"I guess." He wiped his palms on the leg of his jeans before laying beside her. "So are we going to share a bed or..."
"I don't see why we'd need to. There are two beds."
"Well yeah but-" He shifted onto his side to face her, his elbow propping up his torso. "I was kinda thinking that-"
"That what? That you'd get lucky? I only get drunk at the club so don't even 'kinda think' about it." Plopping onto his back he groaned deep in his throat and being the tease that she was she wrapped a leg over his waist to draw herself onto his lap. "I'll think about it. But that in itself isn't an answer."
"On the contrary," his hands cupped her waist. "I think I've got my answer."
"And this is why guys and gals don't share a- Petey? Cameron? For real?"
"For real for real man." Sinking onto the comforter the 18-year-old watched as the boys exchanged a handshake the two had devised back in junior high: a weird culmination finger signals, an elbow grab, and a brief clap on the back. "Haven't seen you in- what? Two years?"
"Yeah sorry about that. The way hings go around here free time is rare as hell." Cameron shifted to sit cross legged at the edge of the bed with her arms propping up her thrusted torso- and Jim's eyes followed. What had changed in two years? A hell of a lot that's for sure. It didn't take long to figure why Petey had chosen to tap that. "Little badass Cameron. Can't say I miss the pigtails."
"I'm sure that's not all you miss."
"And by that you mean...?"
"I'll bet that all the stuck up bitches that go here just can't compare to sharing your bed with me." The boys shared a telepathic 'what the...' moment. Brows quirked in interested confusion Jim could do little else but stare at the girl slinking towards him. Peter meanwhile ran a hand down his face to mask either embarrassment or a twinge of jealousy. Draping an arm around his neck Cameron bumped her old friend in the side with her hip. "I was kidding. You know as in 'ha ha'."
Their expressions wavered between suspended curiosity and an 'I think she's pulling our leg' comprehension. Jim clapped her on the back before seizing her by the waist and spinning her into a hug.
"I missed you guys."
"You have a real funny way of showing it." She tossled the brown locks at her finger tips; it had grown out since last she'd seen him and that ponytail she'd loved so much was long gone.
"What's going on?" All eyes shifted to the blonde in the doorway.
Only Jim's smile faltered.
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Oh boy! Just wait and see. I see a catfight in the future... but you didn't hear it from me.
