"Okay, Camille, you can do this." I sniff, wiping my sweaty palms on my jeans as I continue pacing the hallway.

Fuck! I'm nervous.

Why the fuck am I nervous? Probably because I'm about to do the stupidest thing I've ever done in my life. I hate apologizing, especially to stuck up bitch that behaves like she's got something up her ass.

Oh, come on, Cami, you promised you wouldn't think anything negative about her again. A voice in my head reminds me.

Yeah, I didn't promise I would do it but I can't help it. It is Penelope we're talking about her.

I stop pacing when I notice the hallway is empty, which mean everyone is inside the cafeteria. Good. Now they can witness me make a big fool of myself.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. "You can do this, just like you rehearsed," I remind myself and open my eyes.

I actually did rehearse what I'm about to tell her. I couldn't go to sleep after returning to my room yesterday and I spent the night being creative. Penelope wouldn't know what hit her and I don't mean anything physically.

I tighten my grip on the haul straps and walk inside the cafeteria, making a beeline to her table. Most students have their tables and it's not hard to find. She's finished with her breakfast, she's chatting with her friends, well, her crew: Alyssa, Calvin, a girl that I keep forgetting her name and Calder? What is Calder doing on this table?

Not looking at my table as I make my way towards Penelope's. I stop between Calder and Calvin's chair and bend my body until my hands are flat on the table. They stop talking as soon as my hands becomes visible to them. Penelope looks from Alyssa to me and frowns. I don't bother to look at Alyssa, she knows why I'm here. She encouraged me, so she shouldn't be surprised.

Penelope doesn't say anything, she just keep her frown and the whole Cafeteria has gone silent.

Everyone probably knows about what happened on the field and most of the people that were around last semester knows we don't get along and any form of confrontation always ends up in a bad fight. So they're probably wondering what I'm doing. And since I didn't tell anyone about my plans, I'm sure Jessica and the others are watching me with their mouth wide open.

I run my tongue over my lips and start. "I hate so many things about you, Penelope and I'm going to say them to you"–I stand up straight and point my finger at her before directing it to the floor as I–"right here. Right now."

I hear 'ohhhs' and 'that is sick' murmurs around me. Penelope hums and fold her arms across her chest, watching me with the side of her lips tilts up in a wicked smirk.

She's getting ideas because she doesn't know what I'm hoping to achieve. I hope she finds humor in this when I'm done.

"I hate the way you talk to me. And the way you style your hair, you probably think it makes you look beautiful but I think you'll be better bald," that earns another snicker from the audiences. I keep my gaze steady on Penelope, watching as her breathing change. She's angry but the way she's clenching her fist tells me that she's holding herself back, which is a good idea.

I continue, "I hate the way you drive the school, thinking you're incharge but let me tell you something, honey–" I bend down, coming face to face with her, "–you are not, you are just a student like everyone else," and whisper for only her to hear, "we both know who really runs this school." I wink.

"I hate it when you stare at people like they're beneath you but trust me, no one is beneath anyone, we're all suckers. Maybe except me since I'm a world class bitch too." I lean back and push my hair off my shoulder in a dramatic way. Classy move.

"I hate your big dumb heels. Why do you bother to wear them when you get blisters? And the way you read my mood and get to me. I hate you so much it makes me so sick, it even makes me rhyme." I stop and frown. Rhyme? Nothing rhymes.

"I hate the way you act right when sometimes you have no idea what you're doing. Speaking from experience." I smirk at her. "I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you bring out the bad in me. Even worse, when you make me punch and break your nose. I hate it when you’re around, mostly. And the fact you didn’t tell anyone what you did on the field, what you really did." I pin her with my gaze, a knowing smirk crosses her face.

I add, "but mostly, I hate the way
I don’t hate you, not even close,
Not even a little bit, not even at all."

I clap my hand and spread my arms out as I stare at her with a smile on my face.

When I saw the picture of Julia Stiles and Heath Ledger on the shirt she was wearing I knew she loves the movie '10 things I hate about you', not because the picture was from the movie but Penelope isn't the type to wear an old shirt with multiple holes, I counted more than four last night. She wore it because she loves it. I've seen the movie before and I thought about ways to make this whole apology funny, so I decided to use the speech Julia's character said at the end of the movie.

I keep my gaze on Penelope, waiting for her reaction. The whole Cafeteria is silent, all eyes on us. They're probably waiting for her to respond and she does.

"This is literally the most dumbest thing I've ever seen and heard in my entire life," she says, I listen to her voice for anger or anything negative but I find none. Her tone is amusing and yet annoying.

I smile inside. It would be too low of me to smile now.

"You think you can do better than me?" I bait her and if she's smart, she won't take it but a dedicated fan would take the bait and show me she knows the movie more than I have especially after I almost butchered everything the character said.

"I know I can do better than that. The movie is like my favorite of all time, so yeah I can list everything she said according."

She took it. She took the bait. I call it 'classy Cami manipulation' move. You can tell me Cinderella didn't purposely leave her glass slippers at the stairs of his house and I would let you be.

I took a chance and it's working.

"Prove it."

She frowns and asks, "What is this?"

She's smart to ask that. Every chance we've got, we've shown each other that we can't stand each other, and me saying lines from her favorite movie seems weird.

She asks a question and I answer sincerely. "This is me giving up. Aren't you sick and tired of our fights? I know I am." The answer is sincere but the intention behind it is nothing but...

I pity Penelope and if she's reading my mind now, she'd know.

"Fine, I'll prove you wrong... with my compromise and addition." She removes her designer purse from her lap and put it on Alyssa's lap before getting on her feet. She leaves her chair and rounds the table as she moves away to come stand in front of me. Now this feels like a contest. I shouldn't even be surprised she's turned it into one because she is very competitive.

"The floor is yours," I encourage her to begin.

She smiles and drops her hands on her waist. "I hate the way you talk to me, specifically the way you just talked to me. And the way you dye your hair with dead colors. Do you have color blindness? or you're one of those people that thinks any color goes with blond? Wait..." She put her hand around her neck and tilts her head to check something on me. "Is that blond or bland?"

Bland? That's a good one.

"I hate the way you think you're better than everyone else. I hate the way think rules don't apply to you like how"–her gaze wash over me as she looks at me from up to down–"you aren't dressed like a student. I hate it when you stare. Anyone ever tell you that your freckles are freaking disgusting?

"I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you walk in them. I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme. I hate how you make me feel. I hate it when you defend yourself to me. I hate that I can't make you cry when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around, I get bored because I have no one to pick on but mostly, I hate the way I hate you."

Hers is definitely better. I don't know exactly what the words are. I googled it last night and wrote it. I removed some of the words the character said and added mine to tell Penelope that it isn't all about her favorite movie but also what I hate about her. But it's all good.

"Hmm..." I hum and shake my head. "I think mine's better."

She scoffs and turns her upper body to the side. "Keep telling yourself that bitch," she whispers.

"I think I will... Slut," I reply, whispering the last part.

She snaps her head to me. "What did you just call me?"

I fake innocent. "Me?" I shake my head. "Nothing, it's not like you called me a bitch." I add with a wink.

She rolls her eyes.

"Just hug it out and let us eat breakfast in peace." Calvin is the first person to talk. I like how he didn't mention anything about this.

"I love the show," Alyssa chirps in, placing her forearms on the table, giving us her undivided attention. "It's entertaining."

At least she's looking well this morning. Guess her period is gone.

"You guys should continue." Alyssa encourages. That mouse, she wanted this and now that it's happening, she wants us to continue.

"Meh, I think we're good." I nod at her.

"We'll just hug it out," Penelope says in form of a suggestion or at least that what I think it is.

I shake my head. "No fucking way, I draw the line at 'bitch'" The intention was to end whatever it is that's between us so we can get off dish duty and now she wants to hug. No, I don't think so.

"Come on..." Penelope spreads her arms out, waving me forward.

"Really?" I raise my eyebrow.

She nods. "Yeah, what more can you do? You already tried to cut me in half."

I like how she turns the table around, trying to making it seem like I'm the one that wants the hug. What a bitch!

"Right."

"Come on, come on, come on."

I groan and count the steps until I'm in front of her. She closes her arms around me and buries her head in my head. I actually thought she wants to hug but she tightens her grip on me, her nails digging into my skin.

She whispers into my ear. "Make no mistake, Cami. This doesn't change anything, I still hate your fucking guts."

I smile. Then we're on the same page.

"Would be surprised if you didn't." It's actually a good thing that she told me what she's thinking. It's better than her pretending to forgive me.

"This changes nothing," she snarls.

"Oh it does, it means I won't have to be in the same room as you again,"

She scoffs. "What happened to the girl that was literally kneeling and begging for my forgiveness?"

I chuckle. "She was faking it."

"Anyone find this prolonged hug weird?" Calder, I think, asks.

"They are probably smelling each other," the third girl says.

"Or cursing at each other." Alyssa adds.

"Okay, that's enough, you can split up now."

Like she was waiting for them to tell her, Penelope removes her hands from around my name and takes a step back.

"Hey bitch!" She calls.

"Hey fucker." I raise my chin upward to acknowledge her.

"That was clever."

I shrug. "I didn't do it be clever, I hate doing the dishes." And speaking of dishes, I'm hungry.

Now that that's done, I think I can go see the headmaster now. I still have one more thing to do.