Chapter 7

Camilla’s POV

I made my way out and she was right. I couldn’t miss the class it’s extremely noisy and the door had ‘302’ and ‘stay out’ written on it. I made my way to the middle of the class where I took a seat. Very few people noticed me, that’s good.

“Who put this four eyed gargoyle in my seat?”

I look up and find a girl standing beside me, with two others on top the desk behind her. She’s pretty, definitely popular. Her eyes dance around, mischief clear as she pulls a deadpan look, “Get the fuck out. And why are you staring at me?”

I instantly rise, grabbing my bag off her desk “Sorry.” I say, in panic I try to go around her but she sets a foot in front of me, making me fall. I land but first on the floor.

She peers down at me, her mouth turning into a pout, “Sorry.” She laughs, mimicking me.

Okay, definitely not sorry, she pushed me on purpose. I mentally roll my eyes as I pick myself up and dust my uniform, “That was-wasn’t very ni-ce!” I sn