AN: last night i got a request for anything to do with camaya from an anon on tumblr and I died so I filled it before inspiration died.
"Whether you hate me or not, you still need help in French." Maya said, sitting in the chair next to him. They were still part of a group. Cam played with the pen in his hand. Tristan was out of class yet again, he got excused for like the sixth time, because the musical he was in had a rehearsal at lunch today and it ran late.
"I don't hate you." he mumbled. Maya rolled her eyes. "I don't hate anyone. Hate's a strong word."
"Still, you don't have to be my friend to let me help you with French, Campbell. I don't want to see you fail." Maya admitted.
"And why's that?"
"Because, then I'd feel like it was my fault and I don't want that over my head."
Maya opened her workbook to the right page. "We need to complete this vocabulary whatever so let's just-"
"I just can't believe you would do that." Cam said quietly in the smallest and most broken voice she's ever heard, it was almost like he didn't even mean to say it. "I thought you were my friend."
"Well, I am… I mean, I was… I didn't want to hurt you, it's just that Tristan really wanted to get to know you better. And you were nice to me so he took advantage of the situation, and I let him." Maya sighed. "It was pretty stupid of us to do, in retrospect. I'm really sorry, you know."
"I just thought you were different." Cam mumbled. Maya scoffed.
"Why would you assume that? I can be as stereotypical and transparent as the rest of us." she teased him. She saw Cam crack the tiniest smile as he looked down to hide it and her heart flourished in triumph.
"You know, you're also kind of oblivious." Cam said after a second of conjugating some verbs and Maya furrowed her eyebrows, she was confused. Oblivious to what?
"What-"
"I liked you." Campbell whispered quietly, avoiding her gaze. Maya dropped her heavy textbook on the floor, making a noise that could only be compared to a plane crash or an atomic bomb radiating off the face of the Earth. Realizing all heads were turned towards them now, Maya and Cam both reached down for the book, hiding their red faces. Their hands touched fleetingly and both of them pulled back, without the book.
"Maya, Campbell, cesser de flirter là-bas et se rendre au travail." their teacher hissed at them and Maya swallowed, nodding.
"What did she say?" Cam asked.
"Stop flirting and get back to work."
"Oh.. that's what I thought she said." Cam said, before leaning down and handing Maya her book.
The door opened and Tristan entered, out of breath and running.
"Sorry, sorry, desole." Tristan called to their teacher. He handed her his pass and she sighed, pointing towards a shocked Cam and Maya.
"So, what are we supposed to be... guys? Guuuyyyys?"
It's a short one tonight. Sorry. :{