Camille Blake (popularbitch) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-07-07 00:01:00 |
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Current location: | Chloe's Sugar Shack |
Current mood: | tired |
Entry tags: | camille blake-benoit, cassie allen, place: la |
New Job, New Attitude
Who: Camille and Cassie
Where: Chloe's Sugar Shack
When: Monday Afternoon, July 5th
Ok, so Camille, after quitting her last job, had managed to get another, better paying, job, even if it meant sucking up her pride a bit. It would be OK, though. It paid WAY better than the diner, so it would be fine. That's what she was telling herself, anyway. Right now she was having a cup of coffee before going in for her evening shift at said job. Hopefully she'd be able to stay awake through it and *not* want to put a shard of glass through someone's head. Hopefully, anyway.
"C-Camille?" The shy, sheepish voice of Mouse stammered behind her. "Chloe wanted me to t-tell you that once it dies down a little tonight, you can sell any of the cookies and pastries made earlier this evening at a discount, just to g-get rid of them." And then, because she was still sort of afraid Camille might honestly kill her, the redhead skittered away. While this was going on, Cassie ambled in from across the street, having turned the store over to the capable hands of Bette and Andrew for the rest of the evening. Wearing a pair of flared bellbottom jeans and a Soundwave t-shirt (gotta show some love for Megatron's right hand, yo!), the little blonde grinned at Mouse and sat down at her usual table.
Camille sighed. Yeah, one of her new jobs (she had two, thank you, to make up for bills and such) was at Chloe's Sugar Shack. "Alright, I will," she said simply to Mouse. She just now had to make sure not to attack anyone. Maybe she'd make it. Who knew?
Holy... was that Camille? Talking nicely to Mouse? The same Camille that seemingly lived to make Cassie's life hell? Evil-Bitch-From-Hell Camille? She blinked, and kind of caught herself staring at them, as if trying to figure out WHY.
Camille felt someone starring at her and looked up, seeing Cassie, whom she *had* actively made the life of a living hell. Shit. Not who she needed to be seeing right now. She ducked her head back down quickly.
"Why the hell are you hiding, Camille? You're talking nicely to someone you'd have made fun of a few months ago." She was trying, HARD, to make sense of this. "You're being NICE, and hiding. Amazing. Seriously... be proud of it."
Camille sighed and finally looked up. "I'm being civil, for one," she pointed out. "You need to do that with coworkers in order to not have a bad day at work."
".........coworkers?" Cassie asked, blinking as if she'd just come out of a dark theater. She looked somewhere between confused, dumbfounded, and just... shocked. "You WORK here now?"
"Yeah, coworkers," Camille said softly. "I work here, now. Guess I kind of got what was coming to me when my mom kicked me out of the house and disinherited me, huh?"
"Holy... your..." Cassie, as we all know, is sweet. And rather shy. And soft-spoken. USUALLY. "Camille... what the FUCK happened???"
Camille arched an eyebrow, because Cassie didn't seem the type to cuss like that. "You want to know why I acted like a complete and utter shit to you and everyone else? Because my mother wanted a bitch social climber as a daughter like her. And I got sick of it after actually having a good time for the first time in a long time at Prom. So...I told her off, and she kicked me out. End of story." She sighed. "And if you feel sorry for me I'll scream. Don't feel sorry for me. Just...I'm sorry for how I treated you, OK? For real this time."
"So... this apology isn't just an excuse to get close to me, to tear me down more later?" Hey, can you blame her for being a little cautious? "Because I swear to you, I don't even TALK to Jason anymore."
"Ugh...I need to like, call him and apologize or something, don't I?" Camille asked, more to herself than anything. "But yeah, no tricks this time. No more high school bullshit."
"I'm a trusting person, Camille. Too trusting, I've been told. And I'm not tough. So I can't sit here and threaten you, and say if you trick me again that I'll beat you up." If nothing else? Cassie was dead honest. "All I can do is appeal to whatever part of you MIGHT be a decent human being, and tell you that the last few years of my life have been tougher than you can imagine, and beg you to not crap on the first time that things are looking up."
"Cassie, really, what can I do to you at this point?" Camille pointed out. "I graduated high school, which did me a fat lot of good because I can't afford to go to college right now. Unless I like, set fire to your store, which was always beyond what I would have done, I actually *can't* affect you anymore." Well, she had a point. "Besides, now I'm at the bottom of the food chain. I'm a WAITRESS who has to work two jobs just to keep a roof over her head and her bills paid. I'm not exactly commanding an army of snotty bitches like before."
"Hrm." Really... the girl DID have a point. "Ok, so... I see what you mean. Now I feel kinda bad for always wishing you'd have something bad happen to you. I mean... I meant stupid stuff, like getting gum stuck in your hair and having to be shaved bald. Or getting knocked up and not knowing which dumb football player it belonged to. I never... I never wanted anything like THIS to happen to you..."
"Nope, not knocked up, thank god," Camille said. She didn't need another mouth to feed, plus, her and kids didn't get along. "And this...is kind of severe, but at least now I'm acting like a real human being. Wish I could have figured that out when I HAD money, but what can you do?"
"Better late than never?" Cassie squeaked with a wince, trying to be helpful, even if she wasn't exactly good at it. "If it helps... the people I hang with tend to be very forgiving. Even if most of us are dorks. Well... except for Lucy. I still don't know why she likes me so much."
"I actually never said anything about Lucy, so, other than making fun of her friends, I don't need to ask for much." She had no idea how Lucy stayed popular and hung with nerdy people. But whatever. Didn't matter now.
"Well, not to bring up the past? But she was one of the people who was pretty mortified by what you did to me and Jason's lockers..." Cassie actually still visibly winced when she thought about that. It was possibly the most humiliating moment of her LIFE. "I'd say I'm sorry about punching you, but... no offense, you kinda deserved it."
"Yeah, I kind of did," Camille admitted. "I was just kind of sore that he basically ditched me in front of everyone to ask you out. Not exactly a good excuse or anything, but it's what I felt." She shrugged. "He's dating some blond girl who carries around books all the time now, so good for him." Did she still kind of wish he'd lose all his hair? Maybe?
Was Cassie kind of right there WITH her now? juuuust a little. "Well... Jason's a decent guy. I think he... needed someone who was sort of like a mix of the two of us. I think he liked your body and my braininess. That girl seems like a little of both."
Camille simply shrugged at that. She wasn't sure if Jason knew what he wanted out of a girl these days. Camille looked down at her watch. "Well, my shift starts soon, so I guess I need to head to the back."
"Good luck, Camille. Seriously: with everything." Cassie said with a sad smile, trying to show that despite her age, SHE could be the mature one.
Camille actually gave her a small smile. "Thanks," she said back to Cassie. "Same to you."