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Chapter 2

Met my Match

Cameron's POV

First stop. Ms. Bliss's class. Honestly, I enjoy her class. I just hate her. She's so annoying. Her breasts are sticking out of her shirt all the time. She probably figures it's the only way to get the classes attention.

I swear, with everyone looking at her like that, there is going to be one huge explosion. At least it's only a 45 minute class. The rest is just…ballroom dance class (what the fuck?) with a pedophile, soccer, and marching. This suck's so much.

At least when everything was over I could hit the sac. This time when I went to bed I had a clean t-shirt. By seven, we were all in our room.

Ike was listening with Oliver to his father on the radio. God he was loud. Was he Baptist? Hash was on the floor bowing to either a bunch of can's of soda or gas. And Chooch was doing his homework.

I was reading 'Dr. Zhivago'. All of them in their undies, except of course for Hash. Chooch was getting mad, he went up to them and shut off their radio. "Do you mind? I'm trying to do my homework." He walked back to the desk.

"But it's Ike's father." "It's fine. He's-" He was cut off when.

"Short's collection." It was all I could do to stop from laughing. "I beg your pardon, Sir?" Oliver asked in a 'What the hell' voice. Chooch gave the pedophile a 'Get out, now.' look. "I was just on my way to the laundry. Why don't you all just slip out of your little under shorts." "That's fine, Sir. But we're gonna do our laundry tomorrow." Ike said. "Oh." Commander Sisson left.

I started cracking up at that point. "It's not that funny…" Ike was obviously very embarrassed. Hey, wouldn't you laugh if you friends became the target of a pedophile? Considering the fact that I'm still in a t-shirt and jeans.

I was starting to get bored, when I felt a chill go through out the room. I knew that Uncle Leisman was walking by. Not only that, but because the boys felt it too. As soon as I knew he was gone "*cough*faggot*cough*."

Ike and Oliver were the only one's to crack a smirk. Chooch just went back to homework, and I don't think Hash knew what it meant. I sat my book down on the bed. I got up and took my small backpack out from under the bed.

I ripped out a piece of lined paper and started ripping and tearing pieces off. Everyone who was watching me was either confused, or they understood and tried not to laugh. When I was sure I had at least twenty pieces I lined 'em all up on my book, and started flicking them at Chooch's back.

He turned around looking like the wrath of god. All I could manage was "Your fun to fluster." He got up and walked toward me. When he stopped he crouched on the ground inches away from my face.

"Listen, Princess. This is as far as I'm taken it. I don't care if your Leisman's niece. You wanted yourself a war, you've got it. This ain't over yet." He walked back to his desk, thinking he was cooler than ice. Completely concentrated on his homework, obviously.

Ike whistled upon hearing this and Hash and Oliver were mouthing the word's 'Woah'. Well, after hearing this I'd say it's safe to say I'm afraid to go to sleep tonight. I think

I'm lucky if I wake up tomorrow…