(Author's Note: Cameron's point of view)
Fourth period had been the worst forty-five minutes of my life.
I'd had political science with the most boring teacher alive. Mr.
Thompson had absolutely no personality. And to make things even
better, I didn't know anyone in that class. In other words,
Mackenzie didn't have that class with me.
She had the same first, second, third, fifth and eighth period
classes as I did. However, fourth, sixth and seventh we had
different classes. I wished I had every class with Mackenzie.
Being the new kid was hard, but she made it better.
She was so nice, and really funny too. She was also one of the
most beautiful girls I'd ever laid my eyes on. But she had a
boyfriend. Of course. How could a girl like her not have a
"Hey Cameron, over here!" I recognized her voice immediately. I
stopped in my tracks and turned to look for her, spotting her at
a lunch table a few feet behind me. I couldn't help but smile
when I saw her. Happily, I approached her at her table.
"Mackenzie, hi," I greeted her, my heart speeding up at the sight
of her. But then I noticed who was sitting to the left of her.
Justin Wright. Her boyfriend. I fought back the scowl that was
forming on my lips.
"Why don't you sit with us?" she suggested with a warm, friendly
smile. I wanted to sit next to her. I wanted to be close to her.
But Justin was to her left and that Kayla girl was to her right.
So reluctantly, I sat in the seat across from her.
"Thanks for letting me sit with you guys," I said to her.
"No problem," she replied.
"So Cameron, how do you like the school so far?" Kayla asked me.
I'd just met this girl third period, but she was already getting
on my nerves. Something about her was just extremely annoying to
"It's alright," I told her, keeping my voice flat. Hopefully,
she'd detect the disinterest in my tone and take a hint.
"Just alright?" she asked. "Well that's not acceptable." I could
tell she was trying to be cute or funny or whatever. It just made
me like her less. Did she honestly think she could compete with
"I'm sorry," I uttered back to her, glancing up at Mackenzie who
was taking a sip from her water bottle.
"I know how to fix it though." Kayla said, grinning at me. "You
should come to the football game this Friday night. It'll be
really fun. You can even see me cheer,"
So tempting, I thought to myself, holding back a scoff. "That's
ok," I told her.
"Oh come on, you should go," Mackenzie added. I looked up at her,
beginning to consider it now.
"Why? Are you going?" I asked her, trying to sound casual about
it. I didn't want her to know that her attendance was going to be
what decided whether or not I was going to go.
"Well I kinda have to. I cheer too," she informed me.
"Oh," I said, acting as if I was thinking it over. "Well I guess
I can go just this once,"
"Awesome," Kayla exclaimed immediately. She bit down on her lip
flirtatiously and looked up at me through her dark lashes.
"Mhmm," I uttered back. I turned away from her and took a bite of
the peanut butter and jelly sandwich I'd packed for lunch.
"So, uh, Cameron," Justin began, sounding as if he was unsure if
talking to me was such a good idea. It wasn't.
"Huh?" I remarked, glancing up at him.
"Where'd you say you moved here from again?"
"I didn't," I stated.
"Oh," He looked around the table awkwardly, not sure what to say
in response to that. Good. I liked watching him make a fool out
of himself. Especially in front of Mackenzie.
"He moved here from San Diego," Mackenzie said. "Right, Cameron?"
"Yep," I replied, giving her a small smile. I was actually kind
of surprised that she'd remembered that.
"So what, you can tell Mackenzie where you're from, but you can't
tell me?" Justin inquired, staring at me, waiting for me to
I looked up at him in irritation, "Do you have a problem with
"Well, no, but I just think it's kinda weird. It seems like you
have some kind of problem with me or something," he remarked.
"Justin, don't do this," Mackenzie murmured in his direction,
looking embarrassed of him.
"Fine," he uttered, keeping his dark eyes locked on me. If the
death stare he was giving me was supposed scare me or something,
it definitely wasn't working.
"And just for the record, I don't have any problem with you," I
added. This was a lie, but I didn't want Mackenzie to know how
much I hated her boyfriend. "It actually kinda seems like you
have a problem with me."
"I don't know why you'd think that," he replied.
"Gee, I don't know," I said sarcastically. "It's not like you
just accused me of having a problem with you for no reason at all
"Um, I had a reason," he retorted, clenching his fists on the
table until his knuckles began to turn white.
"Can we just stop this please?" Mackenzie cried.
"Yeah, you're right, we should stop." I agreed. "That was really
immature. Sorry about that," I wasn't the least bit sorry, but
Mackenzie didn't need to know that. I wanted her to see that I
was the being the bigger person in this. I wanted her to see that
I was better than Justin.
"Thanks, Cameron," She smiled at me gratefully and then turned to
look at Justin expectantly.
"You're right," he said to me, actually seeming as if he meant
it. "I shouldn't have called you out like that. Won't happen
"It's ok," I lied.
"So we cool now, bro?" he asked me. He sounded so ignorant
talking like that, using improper English, calling me bro.
"Sure," I told him. Lucky for me, I was an excellent liar.
"Alright, cool," he said. I watched as he pulled his cell phone
out and quickly typed out a text on it. Once he was done, he
tucked it away in the pocket of his jeans and placed his hand
palm up on the table.
Mackenzie placed her hand in his and their fingers intertwined
with eachother. I felt my jaw tightening as my teeth clenched
"Cameron, you ok?" I heard Kayla ask. I tore my gaze away from
Justin and Mackenzie to look at her. "You look a little off," she
"I'm fine," I remarked.
"If you say so," she murmured, looking taken aback by the
hostility in my voice. I couldn't control it though. I had a
tendency to get angry easily.
"So what time is that football game on Friday?" I asked, trying
to change the subject.
"It starts at seven," Kayla answered.
"Ok," I said, storing that information away in the back of my
"I'm really happy you're coming," Kayla told me. "I think you're
gonna have a really good time,"
"Yep," I replied, keeping my tone light rather than irritated.
Kayla really needed to stop flirting with me. It was obvious that
she was trying to one-up Mackenzie. But that was never going to
happen. She didn't even begin to compare to her. She really
needed to stop being so pathetic. "Are you going too, Justin?" I
asked, remembering that I had to be nice to him for Mackenzie.
"I'm actually on the football team, so yeah," he replied. Of
course he was on the football team. This was so stereotypical.
The asshole football player dating the beautiful cheerleader.
"Oh, that's cool," I said, trying to sound like I meant it.
"Do you play any football?" he asked me.
"Nah, I'm not really into that," I told him. I hated jocks, so
why on earth would I want to become one? They were all rich,
cocky, egotistical tools who thought they could get any girl they
wanted. It made me so mad.
"So what're you into?" Mackenzie asked me. She actually sounded
like she was interested too. Like she cared. I felt my heart
flutter in my chest.
"Well I'm pretty big on music," I informed her. "I actually play
a little guitar,"
"For real?" she said, her eyes lighting up. "That's so cool," I
smiled back at her, happy that she was interested in what I liked
to do. "So what kind of music do you listen to?"
"Mostly screamo stuff," I confessed. I hoped she wouldn't think I
was some freaky emo now.
"You ever heard of A Day To Remember?" she asked instead. I was
shocked that she actually knew who that band was.
"Yeah, they're pretty good. You listen to them?"
"Well if you like them, you should check out this band called I
Set My Friends On Fire. They're a little heavier, but they're
good." I told her.
"I might just do that," she replied with a smile.
"So Cameron, are you like, in a band or something?" Kayla asked
me, completely interrupting the conversation I was having with
"No," I said through my teeth.
"Oh," she said a bit awkwardly. The table fell silent as we all
ate our lunch. But I made sure to keep an eye on Mackenzie for
most of the time. I liked watching her. Every movement she made
was so graceful and perfect.
Justin didn't deserve a girl as beautiful as her. And I knew
right then and there that he wouldn't have her for long. Not if I
could help it.