(Author's Note: Mackenzie's point of view)
"Hey," I greeted Cameron when we walked into the gym. I, along
with everyone else, was dressed in my gym uniform. We were all
standing there, waiting for Mr. Kimpton to come give us
"Hi," he replied through clenched teeth.
"What's the matter? You seem mad," I said, hoping it wasn't
because he knew about what Justin and I had done yesterday. Not
that we had physically done it ourselves. Kyle had been the one
to put the firecracker in Cameron's mailbox. But Justin and I
were there and that was all that mattered.
"That's because I am mad," he informed me. "Some idiots decided
it would be funny to blow up my mailbox yesterday. They're just
lucky I didn't see who they were."
I let out a silent breath of relief when he said this. At least
now I wouldn't have to worry about him being mad at me. "Wow," I
said, "that sucks. People are so immature these days."
"I know right," he agreed. "By the way, I'm sorry again about
what I did yesterday at Starbucks. That was definitely immature
on my part,"
"Don't even worry about it," I assured him. "Forgive and forget,
He smiled at me when I said this and nodded his head. "Right,"
"Alright, class," Kimpton's loud voice boomed. "Two laps around
the gym," I took off with the rest of the class, but Cameron
stayed behind. I watched from across the gym as Kimpton
I just hoped that he wouldn't get all mad and yell again, because
it was quite obvious that Cameron didn't take any shit from
anybody. He'd most likely have a sarcastic remark which would get
him sent to the dean's office. But when I ran past them again,
Cameron was walking away from Kimpton, both of them looking
pretty calm. This was definitely a good thing.
I finished up my laps with the rest of the class and Kimpton gave
us orders to find a partner for our next activity. It was then
that Cameron walked out of the boys' locker room, sporting a
rental gym uniform. He walked up to me with his arms crossed over
his chest, looking slightly annoyed that he had to wear a gym
uniform after all.
"Partners?" I asked him. He nodded back at me and we grabbed a
volleyball. "So is Kimpton gonna let you keep renting uniforms or
is he still gonna make you buy one?" I inquired as I bumped the
ball back to him.
"He said he'll let me use rental ones," he replied.
"Oh," I said. "Well that's nice of him," I was actually sort of
shocked that Kimpton had done anything remotely kind. The
teachers weren't supposed to let students use over three rentals
in a quarter, but apparently Kimpton had made an exception this
"Mhmm," He set the ball and it came flying back towards me. I got
underneath it just in time to hit it back though. Kimpton blew
his whistle, startling me a bit and making me jump. Cameron
caught the ball rather than bumping it back to me and Kimpton
split the class up into two teams.
Cameron and I were on different teams, but we were both the first
to sub out so we just sat against the wall together as the rest
of the class played. I watched the ball go back and forth over
the net, until finally, someone missed it and it hit the ground
with a soft bounce. Sighing, I glanced over at Cameron.
When I did, I noticed something that I hadn't seen before. It was
his arm. There was this light red burn mark on it. It definitely
hadn't been there yesterday. Had the little firecracker incident
accidentally burned him? I bit my lip and gently grazed my
fingers over his burn.
His head jolted up when I did this and he instantly pulled his
arm away. "Sorry," I said to him. "What happened?"
He pressed his lips together, causing his mouth to form a thin
line. "Nothing, it was just an accident," he replied quickly.
"Did the firecracker from yesterday burn you or something?" I
"Um, yeah," he said. There was something kind of weird about his
voice though. Almost like he was trying to hide something. Could
he have been lying to me about his burn mark? But if he was, then
"Oh," I murmured. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, fine," he remarked hastily. "It's just a little burn. It's
no big deal,"
"If you say so," I replied, still sensing something strange about
how he was acting.
"So I'm, um, excited for the game tomorrow night," he said,
obviously trying to make a subject change. I decided to just go
along with it, since he clearly didn't want to talk about where
he got his burn from any longer.
"Yeah, it's gonna be fun," I agreed. Honestly, I wasn't all that
excited. It was the same thing every time. Our football team
lost, me and the rest of the cheerleaders cheered them on
anyways, and then a big group of us went out to eat at IHOP
afterwards to celebrate yet another loss.
"Yeah, this is actually gonna be the first football game I've
ever gone to," he confessed. I couldn't help but be shocked. What
junior had never gone to a high school football game before?
"Did your old school not have a football team or something?"
"No, they did. I just chose not to go watch them play."
Ok, Cameron was nice and all, but that was just straight up
weird. Everyone in high school went to the football games. It was
just part of being in high school. "So you didn't even go to,
like, the homecoming game?" I inquired.
"Nope," he informed me. "I've never been to a school dance
either. I guess I just don't have that much school spirit." He
laughed it off like it wasn't a big deal, but I was still in
shock. Football games and dances were a big part of the high
school experience. How could he never go to any?
"Well lucky for you, homecoming's coming up soon. And you're
going whether you like it or not." I told him with a smile.
He grinned back at me, looking right into my eyes. He did that a
lot. "Are you asking me to homecoming?" he questioned jokingly.
"Not asking you, ordering you to go." I said.
He laughed and let out a light sigh. "Yeah, you're probably gonna
go with Justin, right?" He turned to look at me, his eyes dulling
a bit. The laughter seemed to disappear from them as soon as he
brought up the topic of Justin.
"Um, yeah," I admitted. For some reason, I felt bad telling him
this too. I kind of wanted to just lie and say that I wasn't
going to with Justin. I wasn't sure why though.
"Yeah, I figured," he said softly. "I don't think I'm gonna end
up going to that."
"Why not?" I demanded. "Homecoming's really fun. There's food and
dancing and someone always ends up sneaking in booze too."
A weak smile flickered across his lips, but that was it. He still
seemed upset. "I wouldn't have anyone to ask,"
"So what? You aren't required to have a date,"
"I know, but…" He trailed off at the end, sighing instead of
finishing his sentence. "Never mind,"
"No, tell me," I urged him.
"Well," he began, looking hesitant, "there's someone I wanna ask.
But I can't ask her."
"Because she has a boyfriend,"
I felt a warm blush fill my cheeks as I realized what he was
hinting at. He wanted to ask me. That was why he'd gotten so
upset when he began talking about Justin. That was probably why
he didn't like Justin too.
"Oh," I murmured back to him. Things had definitely just taken a
turn for the awkward. "So there's nobody else you would consider
"Well I kind of had my mind set on this girl. I haven't known her
long, but I really like her." I bit down on my lip, looking away
from him. It was too awkward to make any eye contact with him at
the moment. That didn't seem to faze him though. "She's just so
funny and smart…and beautiful," he continued. "Every time I talk
to her I wanna tell her that I like her, but I know I can't."
I really wasn't sure how to respond to this. But luckily, I
didn't have to because at that moment, Kimpton decided to sub us
both in. I was just happy to be pulled away from that
I knew that Cameron had a crush on me. He'd made it pretty
obvious. I just wasn't sure how to handle it. He knew I was with
Justin so he knew he couldn't ask me out, but would he end up
making a move on me anyways? I doubted that he would. I wasn't
for sure though.
What if he did? I'd have to tell Justin. If I was a really good
girlfriend, I would just tell Justin that Cameron had a crush on
me. I didn't want to do that though. There was nothing wrong with
Cameron liking me a little bit. It wasn't like he was threatening
the relationship between Justin and I. It was a harmless little
crush. So I decided to just let it go.