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Chapter 3: A Quick Second In The Janitor's Closet

Where to sit?

I literally have no idea how, but I actually made it another half day through this schooled hell hole, totally deserve a pat on the back.

So that's how I find myself looking around the room for Vanessa, but fail to spot her blonde head and instead go looking for some other random person to sit with. I'm a generally noticed and decently liked person so finding someone to converse with shouldn't be too hard of a task, I'm hoping.

"Aye Cam, over here." Lucas calls me over and I'm tempted to go when I remember Jax. Sitting with Luke means sitting with Jacob and that's a big no-no. I turn a blind eye to him and walk the exact opposite direction.

"Camilla." He says again, but I choose to ignore. A table filled with the drama kids catches my eye and I quicken my pace, walking closer to them.

"Brooks get your ass over here." Lucas yells over the loud crowd and I notice a few snickers coming from the table I was going to sit at. I glare at the germ filled ground, give a frustrated scowl to the floor - is if it's at fault - and turn around ready to smack some sense into Lucas's loud mouth.

I storm over to the table, positively livid at the fact that now over fifty percent of the cafeteria is staring at me. I'm cool with attention, but not the kind that bites me in the ass.

"You loud mouth." I bite out in frustration as I approach the 'hot-guy' - also known as the 'jock' - table but end up sitting next to Lucas anyway. I couldn't find anywhere better to sit because Zeke on the other side loves groping girls, and Michael can't stop talking about his one-night stand from last night.

A bunch of hobos if you ask me.

"Well you love me anyway." Lucas jokes wrapping one arm around my shoulder.

"That's questionable." I fire back, shooting him a look before shoving his arm off. For some reason, I notice I'm not as crappy as I was during my first couple classes and my eye's automatically survey the cafeteria looking for any signs of the jerk.

Must be a side effect of hanging out with idiots. Symptoms may include irritation, nausea, murderous thoughts, and maybe even some hair loss.

The search for Jax comes up empty and I let out a quiet breath of relief before relaxing into my position. My back is turned to Lucas and I lean on his muscular arm while holding a slice of pizza in the other.

The jocks around us shift a little uneasily upon my presence. They used to hit on me back in sophomore year, with the whole flowers and chocolates, showing up at my door blah blah blah, until Lucas literally went all badass and threatened to castrate them if they attempted to flirt with me or touched me in any wrong way.

"Yo Lucas, when are you gonna bang this chick?" A guy asks, successfully making me choke on the cheese that was making it's way down my throat. I grab a water bottle and down half of it, taking a good look at the chauvinistic moron in the process.

He doesn't look familiar and I'm assuming he just moved here but I have to say, his arrogance and perved behavior will let him fit in, no problem.

"Exqueeze me?" I ask ready to stand up and smack some sense into his empty head. Lucas grabs my arm and plops my butt back on the seat before smiling at the brown-haired dumbass.

"Nah man, she's off limits." Lucas says wrapping his arm around my shoulder in a protective manner, basically sending the message that if the guy tries anything on me, Lucas will cripple him so much he won't be able to make a move on another girl again. The guy sniggers and looks at me again.

"You have a protective boyfriend."

"And you should protect yourself." I say displaying my bunched up fist.

"Calm yourself." He replies and that sets me off even more.

"Oh I'll show you what calm is." Within two seconds I'm bent over the table, swinging at the jock, but Lucas wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me back.

"Do you want to be suspended again?" His voice is in a low whisper.

Right, so I've had quite a past with violence which is clearly shown on my transcript but it's never uncalled for. Someone usually has to say something stupid and trigger me first.

I've never been to jail, but I have quite the rap sheet.

"Relax bro, just asking if she's available." The guy says before sending me a quick wink. I give him a sweet smile and bring both my hands up before flipping him the birdie. His smile instantly fades and he brings his attention back to the dude next to him.

Serves him right. The guy literally has the words 'Fuckboy' tattooed in ink on his forehead.

"Okay back on topic Marc," Lucas shoots a glare at Mr. Asshole before turning to me with a smile, "will you love me if I said we're going to the beach?" His face is morphed into a cheeky grin, which is so adorable that I can't help but smile back with rolled eyes.

No wonder he gets so many girls, those bimbos would much rather just give him what he wants and sleep with him than having to listen to his corny lines and horrible sexual innuendos. Oh and don't forget the sad face. Nobody wants to see Lucas do the whole pouty eyed thing.

Thanks to that, I had to ask out this guy in eighth grade who was conveniently the brother of the girl Lucas had his eyes on. He claimed it was a way for him to get close to her, but all it resulted in was me pulling my hair out due to how stupid the brother was.

I swear he wouldn't be able to tell the difference between a rock and an egg.

"Which one?" I muse, referring to the vacation house Lucas had planed, before biting off another piece of the heavenly food sitting in front of me.

Have I mentioned Lucas is shit rich? His family owns a very famous hotel company, and yes, they have a couple vacation homes. Who would want all that square footage to go to waste right? So we started the tradition of going to a different house every summer and Thanksgiving break a few years back.

Nobody has repeated a house yet.....

"A new one in Honolulu." Damn, his Hawaii houses are usually the best on the islands.

"Hell yeah, you're forgiven." I say giving Lucas a side hug, which is kind of hard considering my current position and laziness to move.

"So when do we leave." My voice comes out in a chirpy tone and I suddenly cringe being reminded of almost every cheerleader at this school. I'm not being rude, but I really don't like girls with overly achieving high voices. Every time they talk I feel like a cuckoo-clock broke and just won't shut the hell up.

"Well we have Thanksgiving break next weekend so I'm thinking then." Lucas ponders, probably forming a mental calendar in his mind.

For a jock, he's definitely more than average in brain size comparison and is extremely organized. As in he has stuff planned out to the tee, even more than I do.

"Count me in." I say before biting into my food again when Lucas instantly grabs a piece of pepperoni off my pizza, as I lamely attempt to swat his hand. I'm too slow and the fate of that pepperoni is in his mouth, and not mine....that's a serious problem

"You piece of shit, I hate you again." I say before scooting away from him and moving to Johna, a boy sitting fairly close to me and won't feel me up, before making myself comfortable on his arm. Unfortunately, Johna just laughs and takes a piece of my pepperoni too. The prick!

"Excuse me, hands off the pizza." I state, slapping the imaginary flies before trying to scarf my crusted and cheesy goodness down fast enough so nobody can steal anymore of its flavor.

"So the beach is a yes?" Lucas asks to which I nod, mouth full of pizza and all that attractive jazz - note the sarcasm -when a voice from behind cuts me off.

"Yup." Jacob says and I'm about to spit out everything in mouth. The people here just won't let me eat in peace! I turn around to look at Jacob who looms over me proudly wearing another one of his favorite smirks.

No way in hell am I going if 'moron of the century' is coming along. I'd much rather spend Thanksgiving break alone, with Netflix, and popcorn, and maybe some of that iced tea from Mario's....

"Nah uh, I'm not going if he's going." I gesture to Jacob.

"Why baby? Afraid of my eight pack?" He says feigning pain while placing an arm over his chest. His eyes are trained on the pizza in my hands.

Oh hell no, no more of my food is going into anyone else's mouth but mine. I make a big show of stuffing the remaining slice into my small mouth resulting in me with bloated cheeks, Jax's face twists into disgust.

"Oh did you want some?" I ask while trying to be the most obnoxious chewer in the world, attempting to imitate those girls that can't keep the wad of gum in their mouth quiet.

"Um, no thanks." He says before sitting next to me and grabbing some fries off my tray.

Someone get me a swat team already, my food is being bullied. I immediately slap his hand resulting in him dropping the fries on the floor.

"What a waste of healthy fries." I manage to say through a stuffed mouth, making a small piece of pizza fly out and land on the table.

Hoping nobody noticed my food fiasco, I pretend to casually place my hand on the table and wipe the chewed pieces off. "Back to what I was saying, I'm not going if this guy's going."

"Why not?" Lucas asks and I send him a glare. This is where he's suppose to back me up.

"Jax is irritating and annoying." I say crossing my arms, resembling a five year old but I could care less. If he's coming, I'm a no show.

"Just don't talk him." Has he met Jax?

"Uh that's not really possible." I mumble glancing at Jax and catching him red handed, eating another one of the fries on my plate. The nerve of this boy. Before the fry can touch his mouth or any part of him, I swoop in and pick it up retrieving it in my mouth, which I forgot was already full to the brim.

Yeah, not the best sight to see.

"Oh I take it back, I don't want that chick anymore." Marc loudly whispers to his friend and I give him a glare. One, ONE small mishap on my side and all these jerks can't stop commenting.

"Are you sure that's the reason, because you're always talking to Jacob." Lucas get's into his weird mode and starts wiggling his eyebrows.

"Oh my eyes." I say protecting myself from the horrid view. "In case you didn't notice he's the one talking to me." I peel my hands off my face and glance at Lucas, subtly trying to let the topic go.

"Well, I guess if you don't want to." He says while scratching the back of his neck, playing along.

"Yup, I'll have plenty of bonding time with Vanessa." I say, feeling slightly bad that I'd rather prefer my break in the beach with water and surfing than hanging out with the best bestie of all time.

"Oh the hot chick isn't coming?" Marc pipes up again and I have to wrinkle my nose in disgust.

"Can't you keep it in your pants for a couple nights?"

"No babe, I can't. Want to help me fulfill my desires?"

"Get someone else to satisfy your needs. My friend and I are no whores." I get slightly defensive and choose to look somewhere else. I end up looking back at my tray to see all the fries and cookies missing. It's not like they could walk away so wh- wait.

My steely gaze falls on Jax who's trying to smirk with a full mouth and absolutely failing. I seriously need a shrink to remove these types of ugly images from my head.

"Dude it's fine, there'll be so many girls on that beach to fuck, just you wait." Jacob drawls out to Marc, smirking at me the whole time. Who do I feel like he's trying to bother me? Oh wait, because he is.

"I really don't need to hear about the details, but count me out. The beach will miss me though, so say hi for me yeah?" I say before getting up to search for Vanessa. Zach never came to lunch and neither did she, so I'm pretty sure babies are being made somewhere.

"Tell Zach not to be silly and protect his willy." Lucas calls after me, guess he noticed it too.

I begin my search at the janitor's room but before I open the door, I hear a feminine moan on the other side, that most definitely does not belong to Vanessa. I instantly release my hand from the handle, who knows what could be going on there.

I'm not too keen on finding out.

"Trying to get rid of me so quickly?" A voice asks from behind and I groan almost as if on instinct, Newton's third law right here people.

Every action damn well has a equal and opposite reaction.

"Yes, but if you really want to talk I can fit you in my schedule on...hm lets see." I ponder while flipping through an imaginary calendar. "How about October 35th, does that work for you?" If he doesn't get the joke I'm seriously going to slap myself.

"Sorry babe, can't wait that long. But if I could just grab you for a quick second in the janitor's closet we'll be all set."

"Your so dirty." I scrunch up my nose and say, before walking off in another direction. "Plus someone else is already occupying it."

"Don't worry, there's always the teacher's lounge, and if I heard correctly you didn't refuse." I thought that was a given by now.

"Can you get any more irritating?" I bite out.

"Only with you." Jax says before winking. I stop walking all together causing him to crash into me. My head whips around to face his punchable smirk.

"Don't you have another girl to go bother?" I ask, seriously getting annoyed. All fun and games apart, I really need this to stop.

"Do my looks bother your hormones?"

"Quite frankly, everything about you bothers my fist and knee but no, not my hormones.

"You know the only reason it's so fun to annoy you is because you always react." He chuckles before placing his hand on my shoulder which I immediately remove.

"Yeah, well your face-"

"Is beautiful, I know." Jax cuts me off with a smirk.

"Make your ego any bigger and-"

"You'll want me."

"I was going to say that I would stick it up your ass, but you never let me finish my witty comeback."

"We have very different ideas of witty."

"Says the guy who thinks with his head, and I don't mean the one in between your shoulders."

"Babe, the sexual tension is just oozing out of you."

"I don't know how these lines get you girls but-"

"It's my big friend." He cut me off, again. Someone is really asking for a fist to the face today.

"Yeah? Well tell your big friend that he's scaring this think called a 'brain' away." I walk away again but hear his footsteps right behind me. I'm seriously going to be adding something to my criminal record after today, and maybe this time they'll send me to jail.

Anything's better than facing the imbecile behind me.

"You know what? I don't have the time to deal with you so get the hell away from me." I state, throwing my arms into the air for effect.

"Whatever you say kitten, I'll expect to see you after school during detention." I mentally face palm myself as he walks away, I have to spend another hour with him.

A day ago, Jax probably couldn't even match the name 'Camilla' to my face and now he's sticking by my said like a mother-effing leech.

The bell rings, indicating the end of lunch and I find myself walking to my next class. Literature - also known as the sleeping class. Most kids can barely stay away for the first five minutes in there.

Worst part of the day, and I'm not even going to major in English so what hell?

My writing skills could resemble that of a dummy, everything I write honestly looked like a butt load of bullcrap. Upon entering the room, I spot Vanessa sitting in the back, typing away at her phone with a small grin on her face. I place my bag onto the desk next to her before putting on my best creepy smile.

"So, you're back together?" I ask her raising one eyebrow up and down. She turns to me giving me a questioning look.

"You look like a pedophile." Vanessa says. The smile drops from my face but I try again. Vanessa's drama is my drama and I have to be caught up.

Kind of like I have to with the Flash, Vampire Diaries, Pretty Little Liars, Teen Wolf, the list is endless.

"What's the status?" I ask motioning to her phone.

"What?" She responds.

"You and Zach." I say lacing my hands together in a 'get together' motion while wiggling my eyebrows kind of looking like Lucas did a while ago.

I'm weird, get over it.

Instead of smiling and saying yes or tearing up and saying no - either one would've been predictable, she bursts out laughing.

"You actually think I'd get back with that manwhore?" She giggles, attempting to turn sober but still letting out a couple laughs here and there. I honestly don't get what's so funny.

"Um, well based in this morning yeah?" My tone holds questions as I await her verdict.

"No, but I am going out with Nat." She says grinning at me. Who?

"I'm sorry who are we talking about?" She gives me a 'duh' face.

"The kid that keeps trying to touch me in math class." Oh....him.

"You mean No Hands To Myself Nate." I say nodding but still confused. I thought she still liked the Lorazka kid. I feel like I'm watching an episode of Gossip Girls combined with Super Lives Of The Super Rich.

"Well, good luck with your relationship." I say awkwardly, feeling slightly out of the loop. Usually, I'm the one to give Vanessa the 'go' sign before she and whoever the significant other is, actually start dating exclusive, but I guess this works too. Vanessa eagerly smiles at me before turning back to her phone and typing away once again.

I pull my phone out, trying to look like I have a social life and stare at my home screen which has a picture of Lucas, Vanessa and me in front of the sunset. Our English teacher is always twenty minutes late and I have a lot of time to kill, resulting in me plugging in my headphones and leaning back in my seat. A song begins but just when the good part comes on a bang interrupts me.

Mrs. Lemonade - almost all the teachers here have food nicknames - rushes in, her pencil skirt restricting her movement, thus making her take another minute to reach her desk. I think my great grandmother, who's ninety-eight and uses a cane walks fast than her.

How girls - especially young woman - where such tight things is beyond me. If it were up to me, I would come to school without pants..or a shirt. You know what, I wouldn't show up to school at all.

"Everyone take our your books." She says in a breathless pant. Geez, it looks like she just ran a 5k. My eyes zero in on her lips, they're slightly swollen and her hair is disheveled. I smirk in realization, wondering who she was eating before she came here.

I'll admit, Lemonade is a pretty good looking teacher so it shouldn't take her too long to find a guy. But seriously, a quicky is suppose to be quick, not twenty minutes long plus all of lunch.

She begins to explain the meaning of a phrase in the book, Romeo and Juliet and I immediately feel my eyelids dropping. I debate ditching the rest of class and spend a minute trying to figure out what I'm going to do.

Ah screw it, my grade in this class is fine anyway. I raise my hand trying to catch Lemonade's attention.

"Yes Camilla?" She asks one perfectly trimmed eyebrow raised. Oh, so she can thread her eyebrows to perfection but can't come to a class on time?

"Mrs. L-" I catch my tongue quickly. "Loreal, I'm not feeling very good." I put a hand on my stomach making a big show of how I'm in pain. I sense a few eye rolls thrown at me but keep up the act up regardless. Basically everyone in the class knows I'm faking, but fortunately the teacher doesn't.

"I'm sure you'll be fine." She says while furrowing her eyebrows, she's probably seeing right through my bullshit. Not my fault I suck at acting.

"No ma'am. I'm feeling nauseous." I hold a hand to my stomach and take a deep breath before pursing my lips. Maybe taking drama wasn't such a bad idea after all.

Quick tip to all those who want a good excuse to skip class or even a whole day. Just tell the teacher you're feeling 'nauseous'. Works every time - I'm telling you from personal experience.

"Oh dear, yes Camilla please go." She says and I suppress a grin before packing my bag up and giving Vanessa a quick wink. I saunter out of the class taking my time, allowing it to seep into everyone else that I get to miss class, not them.

I'm about to leave campus without going to the nurse when I remember that I have detention. Alright so here's the school policy, regardless of what you do or how sick you are - unless someone cuts you hand off or your dying - when missing an assigned detention, to make up you have to take two extra detention sessions. Yeah, I'm not sitting in that awful room any longer than I have to. I make a quick U-turn before going into study hall, ready to kill time until my death sentence with Jax

Just have one hour to blow off. Yup, just one plus detention, I'm not going to survive. I inhale a breath and walk into the all too quiet room stacked with bookshelves everywhere.

I sit in a seat secluded in the corner, determined to ace the upcoming math test. My calculus book is flipped open and I literally just get into the working zone, which is rare for me. I don't make it two minutes before I'm interrupted. Seriously, what does a girl have to do for just a few minutes alone?

"Didn't peg you for a nerd." I turn around in my chair glaring at Jax, who magically appeared. Does he have a tracker on me? Yeah I'm going with that, he works for the mafia.

"Yeah well I didn't peg you for an annoying perv, so there's that." I shrug before turning back to the particularly hard function.

"Oh please, I don't have an annoying cell in my body."

"Shouldn't you be in class?" I ask.

"Nah, I just said I was feeling nauseous." He says smirking. See? Told you it works.

"Well go bother someone else." I monotonously respond, maybe he'll realize that I don't appreciate his failed attempt at flirting or even talking in general.

"No, my two o'clock cancelled so I'm free." He says checking his watch.

"Go bug Rebecca, I'm sure she'd love to have you talking and even kissing her." I say, trying really hard to figure out what part of the Calculus equation I needed to solve.

"You need to reciprocate here." Jax says pointing to a curve on the graph.

"You're wrong." I don't really look at what he says and just ignore his suggestion, he probably has no idea what the hell he's doing.

"Careful there, any smaller and you're eyes might shut." He chuckles referring to my currently tiny squinting eyes.

Probably not the only thing that's tiny around here...

"Wouldn't that be lovely." I mutter before beginning to do as he says, realizing, that he after all is right. It's probably just his lucky day.

"No baby, then you wouldn't be able to see my goodies."

"I don't want a sneak peak of your man junk if that's what you're saying."

"You're probably the only girl that's said that to me, except for my sister."

"Get used to it Apollo." I mutter.

"Nah it's cool Athena." He's quick to shoot back.

"Wow, didn't know that brain of yours new stuff." I snort

"I like to surprise myself occasionally." He shrugs it off as if its nothing.

"How do you know this?" No way in hell could he google that so fast.

"Anyone that has read the Percy Jackson series knows it. And if you haven't read them, then I'm sorry but we can't be seen with each other." Jax says which makes me really confused, he's supposed to be stupid.

"I never said I didn't know mythology." I give him a puzzled look but he doesn't respond so I just settle on looking at him.

"Baby please, I know I'm hot but checking me out won't do much except get me in your pants."

"Okay no, never will I ever sleep with you."

"Is that a bet." He asks.

"Yeah if you want to lose." I grind out before trying for the last time to figure out what part of the equation I have left. "You may not know, but other people have this thing called work and I really need to get mine done so please leave."

"Nah, I'm good right here." He says leaning on the back two legs of his chair. I'm tempted to push him over but spot the librarian's hawk eyes on me. "So about this bet.." he trails off and I roll my eyes.

"No way José." I reply folding my arms across my chest.

"I can probably get you in bed."

"Mm probably not." I say getting defensive again.

"Let's make it a challenge." He suggests and I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Fine but only if you're prepared to lose." I remind him again.

"Whatever you say babe." He says while grabbing his phone. "Oh would you look at that," He says shoving his phone in front of my face. "Time to go sweet cheeks."

"I'm not your sweet cheeks." I mumble put follow him regardless. Packing up my bag, I step into line with Jax attempting to place my hair in a ponytail. Seriously, the thing just springs out every time I tie it up. What a pain in the ass, kind of like the specimen standing next to me.

"Maybe but I do like your butt cheeks." Way to be subtle, I lightly punch his arm and walk faster.

"It's Brooks right?" Jax asks a second later, still matching me stride for stride.

Well that wasn't random at all.

"Uh yeah," I say not really knowing where he's going with this.

"Damn so your brother must be Tobias Brooks correct?"

"Yup, the one and only idiot." My hair now stays secure in its tie but I know I only have minutes before it comes undone.

"That's guy's lit." He's joking, no way in hell is Toby cool.

"Ha no, he's the most irritating imbecile the world has seen."

"You're one to judge Miss I-Hurt-Balls."

"Hey, you're hands were all over me, and for the record, I'm so cool." I counter referring back to that night at the party.

"Yeah well that dress looked hot on you, I'd totally bang that."

"Get over yourself." I frown again.

"I'd rather get over you." He winks.

"Again, worst pickup line."

"No I have good ones. Like this, 'I'd give you a cigarette but you're already smoking." His comment is met by silence.

Did you here that? That was me cringing.

"I can do better." I scoff and cross my arms.

"Oh yeah?"

"Your place or mine? Tell you what? I'll flip a coin. Head at my place, tail at yours?" I blurt without really thinking it through. Ok I'll admit, I can be more suave than that.

"No wonder you're single." He says sporting a face.

"I think the reason you're dick is so small is because you put three-fourths of it in your personality." I can't be smooth so I settle on being rude.

"Harsh." He says chuckling.

"Need I say more?"

"No it's fine, my man pride is unhealthily low at the moment."

The door to detention comes all to soon and I already dread ever talking back to Mrs. Egg, but I guess you could say it was worth it. The look on her face was absolutely priceless!

"Look at you, getting the once in a lifetime chance to spend detention with the hottest guy ever."

"Where is he?" I say pretending to look around. Instead of finding the all time hottie I was looking for, I spot Rebecca waltzing over to us, her heels making a rather irritating sound.

"Bitch alert." I mutter under my breath and Jax chuckles beside me. Her head whips in our direction so fast that I get a whiplash just watching her. Her over-done face forms into a fake grin and she walks over to us, hips swinging like it's the last time she'll ever walk. Geez, if she keeps doing that she going to have to go in for femur surgery, and then what? She'll actually never be able to walk.

"Hey baby." She whispers bending down to display her cleavage to Jax. I pretend not to notice her platinum blonde hair threatening to fall into my face and scoot away from the pair. They can do whatever the hell they want, away from me.

"Hey Bec." Jax responds trying to put his charm on, but the discomfort in his voice is hard to miss. Rebecca giggles and places an arm on his chest.

"Oh em gee, I get to spend my entire detention with you!" She says shrugging and showing off her whitened teeth. Honestly, I think I'm going to go blind from just how bright they are. I glance at Jax who gives me a 'told you so look'.

"You and me both." I say under my breath and Rebecca turns to me, body still extremely close to Jax.

"Who invited you here?" What is this, a party to get invited?

"Mrs. Egg." I deadpan and bring out my Calculus textbook in an attempt to get at least a little studying in.

"So tell me Camilla, do you wear the same clothes, like, everyday?"

Hold up, where did that comment even come from?

To be clear, I do not wear the same clothes I'm just more into the dress comfy fashion line than dressing like a worker from Hooters. Instead of glaring, I sport a Jax branded smirk.

"Yeah, but I'll take that over dressing like a stripper any day." Rebecca's face goes blank for a second, probably trying to understand what I just threw at her, before her mouth opens up and she glares at me.

"Close that mouth sweetie, you don't want the flies to add into your no-carb diet." Beside me I see Jax try to hide a smile but fails and instead looks away.

"That must be what fat and insecure people say." She attempts a roast at me in an overly sweet voice. Did she inhale helium or something, or maybe she's high on Crack?

Again lies, I do eat a lot but I'm sure a hundred and ten pounds on a five foot ten girls isn't fat. Plus, I'm not even the one that's insecure.

"Bec, " I say imitating Jax's nickname for her from before. "if anyone here is insecure, it's the girl who has to wear fifty layers of makeup before coming out of the house. You're probably a horse under that massive amount of concealer for all I know!" I exclaim before sitting back and crossing my arms, challenging her to respond.

I'm a proud naked face. I wear absolutely no makeup because one, I have no time what so ever. I barely have enough time to get to school in one piece without crashing into fifty-seven old ladies crossing the road and don't forget those irritating cops always patrolling.

Another reason I don't wear make up is because I don't need it. I'm not saying I'm hot or anything but I'm honestly not the type of girl that cares what other people think.

"Whatever." She hisses at a loss for words before smiling and turning back to Jax.

"My place tonight alright baby?" With that, she places a quick kiss on his cheek and walks away. This time, removing the obnoxious hip swing. I think I hear her hips crying out I relief.

Amen to them.

"Damn Camilla, so savage." Jax says once she's out of ear shot.

"She had it coming, what with all the free cleavage." I reply with a sly smile.

"Yeah I noticed." He retorts, easing back into the chair and producing a coin. "Play a game with me." I glance at the clock, and at the snoring teacher sitting in front of me. I still have thirty minutes to kill and if I left now I'm sure the teacher wouldn't even notice. With all the drool coming out of her mouth you would think she's Sleeping Beauty, minus the beauty of course.

However, instead of leaving I turn around in my chair to face Jax. He shows me the quarter, turning it over on both sides.

"So I'll flip this coin, and before it lands, you'll call out a side. If it lands on the side you want, then I'll do a dare you ask, but if it lands on the other side, then you do a dare I want, got it?" I nod and watch him skillfully flip the coin, before a thought hits me. This guy could make up the craziest dare and I wouldn't be able to say no.

Oh well.

"Heads." I call out before the coin lands...on tails. Shit, karma's hitting me with a stick today.

"Did I say heads? I mean tails." I say sending a fake smile in Jax's direction.

"Nope, sorry princess." He glances around the room before his eyes dart to the snoring teacher. "Let's start with something easy," he says and motions for me to follow him. Grabbing a thick sharpie from the teacher's desk, he points to Ms. Lillie's butt, which is sticking out from her sleeping position.

"Write something stupid," he smirks pointing at the tight white pants she's sporting.

"No way." I exclaim throwing the sharpie at him and backing off.

"Oh come on Camilla, loosen up that vein popping out of your neck." I grit my teeth and cross my arms, taking a defensive stance.

"No way José." Without any warning, Jax wraps his arms around my waist and drags me towards the teacher. I let out a squeal of surprise before realizing that I'm right in front of Ms. Lillie's snoring face.

"Do it." He says holding out the sharpie to me.

"Jax n-"

"Chicken." He hums and leans back on the chalk board. I am not a chicken.

"Fine you grasshole." I hiss before grabbing the sharpie and capping it open.

I have absolutely no inspiration when it comes to writing on asses.

"Anytime know Camilla," Jax glances at is imaginary watch and I find myself glaring at him again. My poor eyeballs are going to pop out of my skull if I keep frowning like this.

"Shut up and be patient." I look back at Ms. Lillie's ass when an idea hits me. Replacing the black sharpie with a red one, I begin drawing a blob on her white pants and step back to look at my master piece. Perfect, except for the fact that people will assume she's on her period and doesn't have a pad.

I cross my arms and turn to Jax who's still smirking.

"Flip the coin again." I say, now more confident in the turn out of events. He flicks his thumb and the penny does a ballet routine in the air, while I call out my side again. "Heads."

The coin lands on heads. Yes!

Jax's smirk slightly falters as he meets my eye and witnesses my evil smile. Hey, I can be creepy when I want to.

"You.."I say pointing to the chalkboard behind, and grabbing a thick looking piece of pink chalk. "Have to grind this piece of chalk into powder, and put it in your hair."

"Absolutely not." Jax says backing away just like I did a few minutes ago.

"Absolutely yes." I say before shoving the writing utensil in his hand.

"No Camilla, give me another one. Just not the hair." He says and I glance around to see that everyone else had ditched detention at this point.

"Chicken." I mimic and grab my phone, getting ready to record this monstrous event.

"Just to let you know, I'm definitely getting back at you for this." He growls before making the chalk powder and dumping it on his head. His eyes are furious when looking at the camera and I let out a hearty laugh at his expense.

"Oh just wait." He says before sauntering out of the door, attempting to look cool with his powdered hair. It's safe to say he didn't look hot or remotely chill at all.

"If I were you, I'd grab a hair net from the lunch ladies." I call after him looking down at my phone in satisfaction.

Hell yeah, I'm going to have one heck of a time with this video.

A/N: Don't forget to comment vote!! Aaah that took forever to write and even longer to upload. My plan was to post this chapter last week but my homework and tests were all like "We're back, bigger and better than ever." But hey, this was over 6K words.

Anyway, questions for the chapter:

1. What do you think about Camilla?

2. What do you think about No Hands To Myself Nate?

3. Should Camilla go with Lucas and the group to the beach?

4. Were their dares out of proportion or just right?

That's all for now, let me know if you find any errors so I can fix it.

Au Revoir,
Music1001