Camille Blake (popularbitch) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-02-01 15:45:00 |
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Current location: | Regan High School |
Current mood: | aggravated |
Entry tags: | camille blake-benoit, place: la, ~clem reynolds |
Another Enemy Made?
Who: Clem and Camille
Where: Regan High School Hallway
When: Afternoon - After last class - Monday February 1st
The ticks of the clock seemed to take forever until the bell finally rang to signal the end of class, which also meant it was the end of the school day, something Clem was quite looking forward to as she was suppose to meet up with Samson early that evening, and Clem wanted to get any homework she had out of the way before hand. It would have been sooner had the guy not had to work. Slinging her backpack over one shoulder the red head practically darted out of the room, picking up a quick clip in the direction of her locker once she hit the now bustling corridor.
Camille headed to her locker at the end of the school day. All she wanted to do right now was get to cheerleading practice. Sure, she wasn't going home yet, but at least she wasn't sitting in a desk for an hour at a time and expected to sit still and keep quiet, and usually failing at the quiet part. Not that the teachers usually said that much to her, but the point was that she didn't want to be there. She went to her locker and started to grab what books she needed for homework.
Wouldn't you know it Clem's locker just happened to be next to Camille's, and when the red head arrived there she unslung her backpack to let it fall to the floor the bag inadvertently brushed against the leg of the blonde who was grabbing out a few books from her locker. Aware of that Clem went about opening her own locker to switch out books from her pack for ones that she'd need to complete any homework she had.
Camille jumped when she felt the other girl's backpack brush up against her leg. "Watch your backpack," she snapped, continuing to go about her business as she said it. Really, couldn't people watch what they were doing with their stuff?
"It's not going anywhere." Clem tossed back pulling a couple books out of her locker before a reach was made down to grab her pack so she could stuff the hard bounds into it and remove the books not needed for that night to shove into her locker. Closing up her locker securely Clem zipped and shoulder her backpack before making the move to walk away without another word said. Some people were just filled with rudeness, and obviously the blonde was one of them. Clem had always felt it was better to merely walk away from that type then get into any kind of heated confrontation with them. That's not to say she wouldn't, Clem just never felt that they were worth the frustration.
Camille had half a mind to kick the damn thing, but, well, it might scuff her shoes, and these were two hundred dollar shoes, and that thirty dollar backpack (if it cost that much) was not worth ruining her shoes. Instead, she rolled her eyes and sighed loudly as she continued to dig through her locker. Hopefully the girl would be gone soon enough and be far away.
The deep sigh Clem heard exhaled from behind her caused the red head to breath out a soft laugh as she continued wandering through the corridor toward the exiting doors that would take her out to the parking lot where she had parked her motorbike. In mere minutes she'd be home tackling her homework, which hopefully would pass the time speedily until it was time to go meet up with Samson. The mere thought of the guy had a smile breaking across the teen's features.
The laugh caught Camille's attention. "Something funny?" she asked the girl before she got out of the school. "I mean, other than your lack of taste in clothing, obviously."
"It's called having your own style and not letting the fashion world, which is just full of anorexic neurotics such as yourself, dictate what one should or shouldn't wear. You really should try it sometime." Clem laid out to Camille once she stopped just inside the exiting doors to face the other girl.
"Wow, aren't you original?" Camille asked. "Poor little emo kid who's not cute enough or smart enough, so instead she has to try and be tough enough. Original indeed." Or not at all. There were dozens of girls in this school who acted just like that. At this point, it was more original to be beautiful and popular instead of ugly and smart mouthed.
"Wow, that was suppose to be hurtful, wasn't it?" Clem returned smugly. "You know if I had one ounce of low self esteem I might actually have been affected by your cutting words. I mean that's what you were trying to do, right. Cut me down so I'd sulk off wallowing in self pity. You know, Cam," Clem stepped toward the other girl to sling her arm around the blonde's shoulders just as one might do with a friend when making an attempt to lead them somewhere, "you don't mind if I call you Cam, do you?" She questioned then gave a shake of her head as if to dismiss the whole matter, "your words might have stung if they matter to me, but like yourself and those wannabes you hang around with I don't really give a rat's ass what you like of me."
Camille removed Clem's arm from around her shoulder like it was a diseased thing, pulling it off and letting it drop. "My name's Camille," she pointed out. "I really don't give a rat's ass about your opinion. Your opinion doesn't matter. You're beneath me. I was just wanting you to keep your backpack off of my leg. Why you thought that this had to turn into a conversation I do not know."
"Well, glad we got that all straightened out," Clem smirked. "Was good talking to you, Cam. We should do it again real soon." Clem grinned internally giving the other girl a light slap of her shoulder. Re-adjusting the strap on her shoulder Clem started forward alone again to push through the exiting doors of the school.