Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, or anything to do with it, however the OC's are all my own. The concept of Jasper being the 'God of War' is something that I've read in a few fics, but I don't know where it originates, so I'm sorry for not giving credit where credit's due! Plus, I have no idea what Louisianna, or Wisconsin are like - I'm from England, so please, forgive any mistakes. Have a great day, and I love you guys!
Cam POV
October 2020
Madison, Wisconsin
Alice bounced over from Emmett's Jeep, and practically threw herself into my lap, before lilting, cheerily, "So how was your date?"
Shrugging, not really knowing how to answer that question, I simply mumbled, "It was.. Good, I guess?"
"You guess?" she asked, with a smirk, and I felt my face heat up at her insinuation. I answered, embarrassed, "Yeah.. It was nice."
She squealed, and I rolled my eyes as she shook my shoulders, not even letting me get the rest of my sentence out.
To make matters that much worse, I felt, more than saw, Jasper's eyes, specifically, on me, but when I turned towards him, he wasn't even looking my way. As a matter of fact, he was holding an animated conversation with Peter and Charlotte, acting almost as I didn't exist. I didn't know why that bothered me as much as it did, but still, the fact remains, I didn't like it.
Alice clicked her fingers in front of my eyes, and as I slid my gaze back to her, she held a somewhat silly grin on her face, and asked, "So.. Where did you go?"
I opened my mouth to answer her, but the bell went off, shrilling loudly through the parking lot, and I felt myself jump out of my skin at the sudden sound.
"I'll tell you at lunch, but right now, I've got to go," and grabbed my satchel while drifting away from my brother's girlfriend.
I was so out of it that I didn't notice some of the more aggressively hateful stares that I was on the receiving end of.
-0-
It took me all of twenty minutes inside of school to realised that everyone knew about mine and Danny's date, and it annoyed me to no end.
The never ending whispers. The piercing stares. The not-so-inconspicuous pointing.
It was fucking irritating, to say the least.
As soon as I shuffled into my AP Chemistry class, I felt like I was going to implode under the glares I was on the receiving end of.
Jesus, girls were real passive aggressive weren't they?
It started off as little things, you know.
Little comments some of the female seniors would make under their breaths didn't really bother me, especially considering Danny would just roll his eyes, and rub soothing circles on the small of my back. Probably not a very smart thing for dispelling the rumours, but whatever. It helped, at least.
Clyde wasn't too happy about that, but you know, he never would be. I could practically taste the aggression in his stare as it flew through the air, and I thought it was a little funny, honestly. He scoffed, lightly, "Don't pay attention to them.. It's just Amber being an asshole."
I huffed, annoyed, "I know, she's still crazy about you. That's why she's bein' an asshole."
He rolled his eyes, minutely, before his expression settled on something a little guilty, and I asked, curiously, "Why exactly did you two break up, anyway?"
He took a moment to think before he answered, "She was a little… intense I guess you could say."
Furrowing my brows, he elaborated "She got really clingy, really quickly. I would be talking to someone, and out of nowhere, she'd be on my lap, squealing down my ear about how much she loved me and what not."
His face screwed up, minutely, and I chuckled to myself, quietly, hoping that nobody would overhear us. I asked, "Was it a bad break up?"
He nodded, fractionally, before answering, "Yeah.. It was public. We argued all day, every day. Without fail. It was horrible. And then one day she just took it too far. There was a girl I was talking to, on a sort of romantic level, I guess, and I suppose Amber didn't like that, so her and her friends kind of.. Well, they spread a rumour about her and another guy, and high school can be hard. The girl.. She tried to kill herself, and ended up moving schools because the bullying got so bad. I couldn't even look at Amber without wanting to be sick after that."
My eyes progressively gotten wider and wider as he went on, and I couldn't help but feel bad for the nameless, faceless girl that he was speaking of.
"Don't worry, I havent seen her since she left, but I hear she's doing okay."
Exhaling, relieved, I answered, "So you're scared they'll do somethin' like that to me?"
He shrugged, then bumped out shoulders together, slightly, and said, "You never know. I mean, she might just get antsy with us being so close and all."
I rolled my eyes, and nudged him back, immediately, and joined in on his contagious laughter.
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Instead of going to the cafeteria during break, I went to one of the Practice Rooms, and play some kind of instrument to relieve my internal stress and get away from the rumours, if only for a while, however at lunch, I knew that I was going to have to meet Alice, otherwise she would tear me a new asshole for ignoring her, so I, absent-mindedly, made my way over to the cafeteria, towards my obvious doom.
"Cammy!" I heard the shrill shout as soon as I stepped into the complex, and, even though I didn't want to, I found myself grinning at the pint-size pixie, and after she gave a minute hug, she directed me over to her family's table. Halting, immediately, I asked, "Can we go somewhere more private?"
She turned to look at me, then after seeing the discomfort in my gaze, she nodded, tight-lipped and upset over it, and led us outside, to the parking lot, and sat down on one of the sturdy pine benches.
"So! How was your date, Cam?" she asked, excitedly, and I played with the ends of my hair, before answering, with a covert grin, "It was good."
Her face became immediately stony, and she asked, sarcastically, "Of course.. Now tell me more!" with a peal of laughter.
I elaborated, "We went out for dinner, which was lovely, but then, he went the whole nine yards, and took me to a private spot. It was beautiful, Ali, I swear, the city's skyline was gorgeous at that time."
Her smile was wide, and she seemed genuinely happy that I had had a good time. She raised a brow, and asked, suggestively, "So are you going out again?"
With a small shake of my head, which shocked her to no end, and I answered, "Nope, we decided that it was better if we stayed friends. Plus, Clyde looked like he was ready to kill Danny when we pulled up to the house on Friday night."
Alice's perfect brows rose, momentarily, and she asked, "Yeah.. Cly called me around midnight, and he was livid!"
Chuckling, quietly, I replied, "I know, he dropped me off at my house around that time, when I was really supposed to come back around 10. I didn't really see the need for a 'curfew' so I jus' went against it, an' I had a lot of fun, so I didn't mind so much."
It was a lie, of course, but I wasn't at that point with Alice where I was comfortable enough to share that part of my life with her yet. She didn't need to know about why Clyde was so mad at me. I took a small sip of my bottle of water, and her eyes widened, momentarily, before asking, "Are you free this weekend?"
"Sure, why?" I answered, with a curious expression.
"Well.. Rose, Char, Bells and I wanted to ask you over for a sleepover, I guess, and I wanted to know if you could come?"
Feeling my heart swell a little in my chest, I couldn't even stop my lips from spewing out a swift, "Yeah!" and felt petite arms wrap around my middle, and she was hugging me.
Again.
And I didn't mind it as much as I thought I would.
-0-
AP History was killing me.
It really fuckin' was.
Why, oh why, of all of the people in the class that I could be partnered with, was it Peter fucking Brandon.
Jesus, I was going to tear my hair out, before the end of the class.
His stupid sardonic smirk, and those sparkling eyes, filled with mischief and pure jackassery. It was annoyin' to say the least. He had long rested his chin in the crook of his fist, and stared at me, with that fuckin' smirk on his face, and it made me angry, and I didn't even know why. Out of my peripherals, I could do nothing but see the mischief in his eyes, and I wanted to either scream or tear my hair out.
Probably both, honestly.
"You look like you're stressed out, sugar.. You thinkin' out somethin' fierce?"
Turning my head, to follow the heavy Southern accent - Texan if I wasn't mistaken - I replied, "No, thanks.. An' my name's Camilla, not sugar."
He rolled his eyes, good-naturedly, "I know. I jus' prefer callin' you sugar, sugar."
Scoffing, lightly, I stated, "I ain't gonna listen to you if you aren't gonna use my name."
He sat up, huffily, like a grouchy child, and said, poignantly, "Alright.. Camilla, you look a little stressed out.. Wanna talk about it?"
Turning to look at him, I repeated, honestly, "No. Thanks."
I didn't mean to be as rude or curt as it came across, but that damned smirk was grinding my goddamn gears, and it was still fuckin' there! What does he have to smile about? Especially so fuckin' cheekily?
Sweet Jesus, I'm gonna have a conniption, I swear.
"Sorry, I ain't meanin' to pry. You mean a lot to Ali, and I ain't wanna make you feel uncomfortable, or anythin'."
Something in his tone forced me to turn my head, once more, to look at him, and the smirk was gone. As a matter of fact, all traces of humour were gone from his expression, making him seen years older than he was.
Without my brain's permission, my mouth started working and I began speaking, hurriedly, "Its nothin' serious, honest. Ali jus' invited me out this weekend, and I'm a little nervous, is all."
"You ain't used to bein' around girls, huh?"
Shaking my head, I replied, "Nah, I ain't too used to bein' 'round anybody."
His brows quirk up, a little, and asked, "You brought up in Louisianna?"
"Yeah, Baton Rouge, all my life. I ain't ever been outta my city, and I miss it sometimes."
He smirked, silently, back to his usual self, "I get'cha, Cam, I really do."
And I honestly felt like he did.
-0-
"Cammy, I'm goin' over to Alice's," Clyde yelled from his spot standing beside his girlfriend's flamboyantly bright Porsche, and I nodded. He threw me his car keys, and I caught them, effortlessly. Sliding into the leather interior of his silver Coupe, I immediately switched on the radio, just for background noise to quell the uncomfortable, awkward silence that settled in the vehicle. I waited for a moment before turning the car on to observe a few of my fellow peers, and reflect on my life as to how its changed in the last month and a half.
And I was amazed as to how okay I was with the changes.
Initially, I loathed the mere thought of leaving Louisianna, simply because its where I called home. I had never been out of the state, and I guessed that played onto my insecurity.
It had taken me years to form some of the friendships that I had, even though they were weak ones at that, and now, only 7 weeks into my stint here at Madison High, Clyde has a new girlfriend, who I actually do like, a lot as a matter of fact, and I've made close friendships with a few of her siblings.
Sure, I experienced a lot of awkwardness and discomfort my first few days here, but eventually, after opening up my heart, and running the risk of getting severely hurt in the process, I've actually made genuine bonds with people that I enjoy being around and being in the company of. Hell, I even made four friends outside of the Cullen family, plus Danny, who I found that I could really rely on.
Malory and Leila both walked outside of my windscreen, and waved at me, as they past, to which I returned with a small smile of my own, and it made my heart skip a small beat.
Making friends has always been a difficult, bitter pill for me to swallow, simply because they always seemed to use me, for my brother's attentions, and that turned me into the fearful, cautious person that I was today, but.. I feel like I'm actually opening up, and its making me a better, more stable and calm person inside. Even though Alice was with Clyde, she didn't use me to get to him, and she spent an equal amount of time with him as she did with me, which made me happy. It really did.
At the thought of that miniature porcelain pixie, she passed the Coupe, with an endearing grin on her face, while she held hands with my twin brother, and I saw the delight dance in his eyes. He was on cloud nine with her, and that, in turn, made me happy, because I could never wish anything bad on him. He was content right now, and there was no way I was comin' in between them.
A light knock on the window alerted me to the cheery face of Danny, who indicated that I should wind down the window, and I did so. He leaned on the window frame, and pursed his lips, slightly.
"You a little out of it, Cam?" he asked, with a smirk on his face, and I shrugged, minutely, before answering, "I guess," with a small sigh.
He looked around, for a moment, before querying, "Clyde not around?"
"Nah, he's gone to Alice's house, so I've got the car," and beamed up at him, brightly.
He asked, "I've got practice now.. Clyde should really be here," then quirked his brow up, slightly.
I blanched, momentarily, and asked, "Is he gonna get into trouble?"
He took a moment before answering me, and I felt my stomach clench, tightly, in nervousness.
"No.. He gets a one off, only because you look so scared for him," he chuckled, his smile bright and friendly.
Hitting his forearm, playfully, I rolled my eyes, and replied, "I've got to go now. I'll see you tomorrow."
He nodded, then pushed off of my brother's car, tapping the roof twice, and said, "I'll text you, alright?"
"Yeah.. Bye, Danny."
He grinned, in that way that only he could do so and answered, resolutely, "See you, Cammy."
And I pulled off, not seeing the hateful stares he was receiving from a particularly furious Jasper Whitlock,
Hey, guys! I apologise for the shitty timetable, honestly. There are no proper excuses, but I'm sorry!
Christmas holidays are here ayyyyyy
And I turned 17 yesterday ayyyyy
And I have a job nOOOO