Cam and Victoria
There was something about Victoria’s tone that caught Cam’s attention. She didn’t sound as creeped out by the prospect as he would have thought a cheerleader would be. With many people he wondered what they would think if they knew even a small portion of the things he’d done, and he found himself wondering that about Victoria, too. “I dunno,” he said, keeping his own voice low. He figured they’d find out soon enough. Glancing around again, he said, “Hey, they’re taking people out the back door. We could at least get outside.”
Victoria’s attention turned to the back door and, then she was on her feet, giving Cam a pull to follow her. “Yes. Now, please thank you,” she said, stepping over Heather without even looking down at the girl. She didn’t care if she had to push and climb her way over the whole fucking squad; she was getting off that bus. “The faster we get off the bus, the faster we get home,” she said, mostly to Cam, but quiet enough that not everyone would hear her. Hopefully they’d follow suit though or they’d end up holding her up.
Cam just managed to snag his sports bag and fortunately not step on Heather, getting his balance back fairly quickly. One thing he hated was even the implication that he might be a klutz. He was wondering if Victoria had a hot date after this or something, but hey, whatever. It wasn’t anyone’s idea of a good time to be hung up on a crashed bus all night. Once they were outside, he realized how fortunate they’d been that this hadn’t been any worse. Breathing fresh air, at least, made anything more bearable.