Dylan's Locker
9:23AM
September 13th
Dylan wanted Cam Fisher more than anything. He was all she thought about. His blond hair, different colored eyes, and athletic build were to die for.
She needed him.
Claire was the only thing that stood in her way. She couldn't do that to Claire. But what is more important? Best friends or true love? If it was true love Claire could forgive her.. Right? The more Dylan thought about it, the more she convinced herself that going after Cam was the right thing to do. Cam was her inspiration. She had gone from a size 8 to a size 4 since setting her sights on Cam. Massie would be proud.
Dylan peaked around her locker door to see Cam heading her way down the hallway. She quickly looked into the mirror on the inside of her locker one last time to fluff her hair. She slammed the door shut and took a step back to "accidentally" bump into Cam.
"Oh woa- Hey Dylan" Cam paused as he realized who had hit him.
"Oh hey Cam! Sorry, I didn't see you there!" Dylan giggled sheepishly. Cam gave Dylan a quick once over. He had always found her attractive, and now as he took in her half open navy blue button up, white skinny jean, and navy wedges.
Dylan could feel Cam staring at her so, to add to the situation, she "dropped" her notebook. A classic move, but it worked flawlessly. As they both crouched down to get it, Cam came eye level with her half open shirt and lemon yellow bra that poked out. Cam gaped at her as she stood slowly and flung her long red hair over her shoulder. As Cam rose, Dylan could see him shift uncomfortably, trying to adjust himself.
Success. Dylan though. She knew Cam found her hot and thats all she needed.
"You should come over sometime," Dylan whispered in his ear. "I've got a hot tub". Cam felt a shiver go down his spine as Dylan's words echoed in his head. Claire was the last thing on his mind.
2nd Floor Hallway
9:30AM
September 13th
Claire walked down the hallway with her best friend outside of The Pretty Committee, Layne. Claire was only half listening as Layne flipped through the pictures on her digital camera and talked about each picture in extreme details. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted her boyfriend, Cam. Her heart soared as she watched him walk down the hallway alone. She glanced next to her to make sure Layne was still next to her, still talking about the picture of a baby chicken cuddling with her dog.
When she looked back up, Dylan was leaning into Cam, saying something into his ear. Cam looked flustered as Dylan walked away. Suspicion and uneasiness crept up Claire's throat. It's probably nothing. Claire thought. They're just friends.
Layne looked up when she realized Claire had stopped walking. She followed Claire's gaze and her mouth dropped. "What the fuck?" Layne growled as she saw Dylan and Cam. Claire grabbed her best friend's arm, "I'm sure it's nothing" Claire tried to justify what was happening before her eyes.
She walked up to Cam who was still staring after Dylan. "Hey Cam," she said. Cam jumped at the sound of Claire's voice.
"He-Hey babe". He stuttered.
"What was that about?" Claire asked, trying to keep the suspicion out of her voice.
"Um, nothing.. She just dropped her notebook" Cam said cautiously. Claire eyed him for a minute before sighing and letting it slip from her mind. For now, at least.