• Before you read this, please go back and read the other three parts in my
    collection. Thanks.

    Well, if you ever decide to have lunch outside, make sure you
    bring a friend because it is disgusting to sit here and watch
    couple after couple exchange saliva.
    ....ugh....
    Mind if I join you, Camille?
    -glances up-

    Ah, flippin' fantastic.

    Camille: This is a free country, Robert, sit wherever you please.
    Robert: Thanks.

    Can someone please tell me what to do in a situation like this?
    I mean, do I compliment about the weather or something?

    Robert: Beautiful weather, today, yes?
    -phew-
    Camille: Just lovely
    Robert: Do you come out here, often?
    Camille: Well, I have been coming out here since my freshman year.
    I just love sitting under this Oak tree. Why do you ask?
    Robert: I just think you have a very nice taste in nature.

    I have a very nice taste in nature?

    Camille: Thanks.

    I guess.

    Robert: My name is Robert, by the way. I apologize for not properly introducing myself.
    Camille: Oh, that’s alright. I just thought that since you introduced yourself in class, there was not a further need of introductions.
    Robert: You probably think I’m weird, huh?
    -hiccup-
    Camille: Excuse me?
    Robert: Oh, never mind.
    Camille: No, tell me.
    Robert: It’s not important.
    Camille: I don’t care if it was or wasn’t. Tell me.
    Robert: No.
    Camille: Please?
    Robert: No, Camille.
    Camille: Why not?
    Robert: It’s not important.

    He is really stubborn.

    -sigh-
    Camille: Fine, suit yourself.

    I turn my head to see his eyes closed. Man, he is really cute right now.
    Maybe it’s the way he’s sitting and how the sun’s shine hits his face.
    I’m not complaining, though.

    Robert: Are you mad at me, Camille?
    -gasp-

    I abruptly turn away from him, a tinge of embarrassment on my face.

    Camille: Why would you ask that?
    Robert: Well, I just thought my stubbornness would make you upset.

    Well, in that case, heck yea, I’m mad at you!!

    Camille: No, I’m not. I mean, I just don’t like it when people ask me a question and I ask them to repeat it, but they just say never mind,
    or something.
    Robert: I see.
    Camille: Yep.

    I see I won’t have suitable enough time to finish my lunch.

    Camille: Do you like this school, so far, Robert?
    Robert: It’s alright. I mean, the professors are suitable to my
    standards , and the kids are as spoiled as ever. I just have to
    become familiar with the crowded hallways. Overall, it’s a lot
    different from being homeschooled, so it’s ok.
    Camille: You were homeschooled?
    Robert: Yes. My mother and father thought it to be best to keep Alexis and I schooled at home from all of the distractions of a public setting.
    My parents were our professors since we were toddlers.
    Camille: Cool.
    Robert: Yeah. After my father passed away, my mother couldn’t
    afford to make time to work and teach us, so we moved to the
    States for a ‘better life.’ Whatever the hell that means.

    He is very interesting, guys.

    HEY SWEETCAKES!!!

    Awww man, why did he have to come out here, now?!

    Robert: Do you know him, Camille?
    Camille: Sadly, yes. And I made the stupid mistake by dating him.
    I’ll be right back.
    -stands up, brushes grass off, and heads straight for Bobby-

    Bobby: Hey baby girl.
    -he picks Camille up around the waist and twirls her around-

    Camille: LET ME DOWN RIGHT NOW, BOBBY!!!
    Bobby: Why, Love? You always loved when I did this?

    The truth is, I used to love everything we did together before
    he cheated on me.

    Camille: That was when we were together, Bobby. We are not,
    anymore, so let me go.
    -eases Camille down, lightly-

    Why is my heart pounding like this?

    Camille: What are you doing out here?
    Bobby: Well, I was walking to the restroom, and I glanced out the window and saw you sitting out here by yourself. I wanted to say
    hey.

    Ok, good. He didn’t see Robert.

    Camille: Well, you said hey, I said hey, now go back to class!
    -shoves Bobby towards the school-

    Bobby: Wait, Camille.
    Camille: What?
    Bobby: I have to tell you something.

    This cannot be happening.

    Bobby: I…

    Before he could say those dreadful words, I was saved by the bell, literally.

    Camille: Bye Bobby.

    I turn to walk back to the tree with Robert on the other side, just as I saw
    him grabbing my lunch box and heading my way.

    Camille: Thanks for grabbing this, and I am really sorry you had to see and hear that.
    Robert: Who is he?
    Camille: Old news.
    Robert: Oh, alright.

    Robert and I turn towards the school just to be frozen in our steps.

    Bobby: Get your a** away from Camille.

    Whoa, that’s the first time, in a long time Bobby has said my real name.
    But regardless, this is bad.
    Crap….

    To be continued….