"Huh, die alone. . . you sure about that? I'm sure there are plenty of girls willing to practically throw themselves at you." Cameron shrugged, slipping her hands in the pockets of her hoodie. She had chosen her favorite one that read, I'm Silently Correcting Your Grammar.
“Yeah, and that’s exactly why,” Matt grumbled.
"Don't like your options? Or are you worried they only like you for your looks?" Cameron asked, tilting her head to the side.
“A bit of both really,” Matt quipped.
"You have better chances at finding someone than me." Cameron commented, blowing a curl out of her face. "Trust me on that."
“Eh. Not my main focus right now.”
"Good choice." Cameron replied, leaning against one of the walls. "Now, if we want to explore further, I can try and distract the teacher."
"Yes, let's leave, I can't inhale air right now!"
“Okey dokey. I think Zoe probably shouldn’t go back in, she was already caught. Maybe me and Carla?” Matt asked.
"What about your ankle?" Cameron asked, glancing down at his feet.
“I will be fine,” Matt said, standing up.
(@santanna are you on?)
( Guys, if it's ok, can we replay that entire scene again because this is not what I wanted to happen?)
//yea sure
( I guess Zoe and Cameron can be in the closet, Zoe opens the door and pushes Matt in and yells at him, Carla sees whats going on and follows. So they all decided to go back in the door. As they are doing this, Carmia sees whats going and and yadada.)
(Camie, but ok.)
(Sure.)
( Do whatever your heart desires when it comes to shipping. If it's with me then ask, if not don't ask.)
(Mhmm.)
(hey hey)
(Eyyy.)
(ayeeeee)
(Um… ok. So where should Camie be right now?)
(They're still in the bathroom rn, idk.)
(Yeah I think so.)