Chapter 11

The rain seemed to spill from the sky like million of tears that they needed to spill.

Letting the rain drop into my hair, not even bothering to get a jacket to walk to school. My mom would kill me if she knew I did that.

But what she won't know won't kill her.

Walking with Cameron was silent today. And I was kind of grateful, I didn't know what to say.

Plus, I liked the way the sky's tears sounded as it hit the ground and the sound it made soaring down to this world.

It was kind of unique if you ask me. It showed that the sky needed to cry sometimes.

"You should put a jacket one." Cameron says.

"I don't have one." I reply, feeling my hair be damp.

"Take mine," He starts to take his off.

"No I don't want a jacket anyway. That's why I didn't bring one." I say, stopping him from taking off his jacket.

"Why?"

I  shrug. "Because I wanted to." He gives me a look.

"If you get sick-"

"I'll be fine," I interject.

"Still. If you get sick, remember I offered you my jacket. But no you had to be all stubborn Era." He replies.

"Yeah," I say softly. Looking not far ahead I see we are arriving at school.

"Are you okay?"

I spot Lucas getting out of his car and going to walk inside.

"Era?" He says, poking my cheek.

"What?" I look at him.

"I asked if you were okay," He says, looking at me.

"Oh sorry I zoned. And yeah just tired." We enter the school.

And I start yet again another boring school day.

***

"So," My mom says at dinner. "Is Cameron going to Homecoming? Did you ever ask him?"

I take a sip of my water, looking at her. "Yeah he's going."

"That's good. Is he thing to coordinate with your dress?" She asks.

"What? No, why would he?" I question.

"I don't know. I figured you two were going together. Maybe even as a date." She states.

"What? No why would you think we'd go as a date?" I question again.

"Because you like him. And also because it'd be nice if you two went on a date together, since he isn't dating anyone and neither are you." She says.

"Um no." I say. "He is going, but we aren't going as a date."

"Oh," she says. "Okay."

"Yeah." I say softly and play with my food.

"So what will you be doing with your hair?" She asks.

I shrug, "No idea."

My mom smiles. "Can I do your hair?"

Memories of her pulling my hair and yanking my hair with a flimsy brush comes to mind, but through all the pain and force that woman has who is my mother, it turns out very pretty.

"Sure why not." I say. She smiles big and claps her hands like a child.

I laugh and put my plate up. I go to my room, to go to bed.

***

The rest of the week goes by insanely slow, but the tension at school when Friday creeps in like a predator stalking prey slowly then sudeny it gets wild.

Thursday was crazy, people yapping about it. And guys asking girls who squealed like a child.

Then when Friday rolled around like a thunder cloud rolling in and exploding into a downpour of rain, teens were wild. Laughing and telling who is wearing what. Teens telling who was riding with whoever.

By afternoon the air has seemed to get thin, most kids watch the clock at the end of the day. When the bell rings everyone is out of their seats, through the halls, and out the door in records time.

"Let's go," Cameron says, finding me waiting at the doors.

I nod my head and we start our journey to the way home.

An hour later, my mom is pulling a section of my hair into a braid and into a high ponytail, curling the ends of the ponytail in a loose manner.

I put brown eyes liner, making it a little more thick that usual which makes my eyes stand out. I put on a light eye shadow then a mascara.

I slip on my dress and the flats, giving one last look at myself to make sure I look okay. I don't look as bad as I thought I would, I admit to myself.

My mom drives me to Cameron's house. "Call me if anything happens or if you don't feel good or-"

"I get it, mom." I smile then head to the door. I carry my phone in my jacket as I walk up his steps.

"I'll wait in the car," she calls. She will be driving us and picking us up.

I give her a funny look then knock on the door.

"Just come in!" Cameron yells. I open the door, stepping inside. Maxie is passed out on the floor.

I walk up the steps and into his room. He is wearing his holey jeans and a jacket over a plain shirt.

"Wow..Era you look great!" He says, eyeing me with his eyes kinda wide. I almost blush. Almost.

Okay I do blush.

"Uh..thanks."

He awkwardly shifts. "No problem."

"Wait you're wearing that?" I ask.

He looks down. "What's wrong with it?"

"It just looks like you are wearing something to go to school." I explain.

He smirks. "Well we are."

I roll my eyes, laughing. "Let me pick out something."

"What? No." He starts to move, but I quickly walk to him and push him down.

He falls to the bed with me standing barely a few feet away from him. His eyes burn into mine with shock.

I turn away so he won't see my blush. I go to his closet, looking through his clothes.

I pick out a nice dress shirt and khakis. "Put that on." I order.

"Yes ma'am." He teases.

I laugh then walk out the room for him to change. When he comes out I almost choke. The dress shirt he wears clings to his muscles and his khakis look stunning on him.

I smile. "You look a lot better with that then what you had on earlier."

He smiles. "Thanks. You look amazing yourself." His hand touches my arm, leading me outside. "Let's go."