Chapter 11: Friday Night
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Chapter 11
Morning came, and Camille woke up with something she didn’t expect—
energy.
Not the tired, dragging kind she usually had on school days. This felt different. Lighter. Like her mind had already decided the day was going to be… interesting.
Before even getting out of bed, she reached for her phone.
One new message.
Cameron: Morning. Did you sleep or were you busy ignoring me in your dreams again?
Camille stared at it for two seconds.
Then smiled.
She typed back.
Camille: Good morning to you too. And for your information, I slept perfectly fine.
Almost instantly—
Cameron: Perfectly fine without me in it? That’s disappointing.
Camille rolled her eyes, still smiling.
Camille: You’re very confident for someone who hasn’t even had coffee yet.
Cameron: I don’t need coffee to think about you.
Her fingers paused mid-air.
Heat crept up her cheeks.
She quickly replied:
Camille: That sounds like a problem.
Cameron: It’s only a problem if you don’t like it.
Camille bit her lip.
Then shut her phone before she embarrassed herself further.
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Fifteen minutes early—as always—Camille pulled into her parking spot.
And of course…
Cameron was already there.
His Jeep Wrangler parked perfectly next to her Benz like it had become routine. Like it had always been that way.
He stepped out the moment she arrived.
Same calm confidence.
Same effortless presence.
“Good morning,” he said as she got out of her car.
Camille raised a brow. “Do you live here?”
“Only on days you show up,” he replied.
She laughed under her breath. “That’s creepy.”
“Is it?” he asked, walking beside her.
“Very.”
“But you still smiled.”
Camille stopped walking for half a second. “I did not.”
Cameron leaned slightly closer. “You did.”
She huffed, then continued walking.
“Did you eat breakfast?” he asked.
“No.”
He glanced at her. “Unacceptable.”
“Since when are you in charge of my meals?”
“Since you started looking like you skip them.”
Camille tilted her head. “Are you concerned about me or trying to boss me around?”
“Both,” he said without hesitation.
That made her laugh again.
They walked toward campus together, the morning sun casting soft light over the paths.
A comfortable silence fell—but not for long.
“So,” Cameron said, hands in his pockets, “you always walk this fast or are you trying to escape me?”
Camille glanced at him. “I don’t need to escape you.”
“Good,” he said simply. “Because I’d catch you.”
She scoffed lightly. “Confident.”
“Observant,” he corrected.
She shook her head, smiling despite herself.
“You’re really full of yourself,” she said.
“And yet,” he added, glancing at her, “you’re still walking beside me.”
Camille opened her mouth—
then closed it again.
Because he wasn’t wrong.
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The day passed faster than she expected.
Too fast.
Every time she checked the time, it felt like it slipped away.
5:30 PM came.
They had a class together.
And for once, Camille noticed something—
Cameron sitting one row behind her.
Not distracting her loudly.
Not interrupting.
Just there.
Watching her occasionally when she wasn’t looking.
And every time she did catch him—
he wasn’t even trying to hide it.
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By evening, everything shifted again.
Friday night.
The campus buzzed with energy—students dressed up, laughter echoing through halls, talk of clubs and parties filling the air.
Rachel leaned over Camille’s shoulder. “We’re going to that club near school tonight. You’re coming, right?”
Jasmine nodded eagerly. “It’s going to be fun!”
Camille hesitated. “I don’t know…”
Rachel smirked. “You’re coming.”
Before Camille could argue, her phone buzzed.
Cameron: Come with me to party tonight?
Her heart jumped slightly.
She looked at the message again.
Then at her friends.
"Uhmm Sure, Cameron also asked me tonight” she said slowly.
Jasmine gasped. "Someones gonna be laid tonight!!!” She teased.
"Shut up!!"
Camille ignored her and grabbed her bag.
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When she stepped outside her apartment building—
Cameron was leaning against his Jeep.
Waiting.
As soon as he saw her, he straightened slightly.
And for the first time—
he visibly paused.
Camille was wearing a fitted party dress that hugged her figure perfectly, elegant but bold. The soft fabric moved slightly with the night breeze, and her presence alone seemed to shift the air around them.
Cameron’s usual calm expression cracked for half a second.
Just one.
But Camille saw it.
His jaw tightened slightly as his eyes moved over her—then quickly back to her face.
“…Camille,” he said, voice lower than usual.
“What?” she asked, pretending not to notice his reaction.
He exhaled slowly. “You didn’t tell me you were going to look like that.”
She tilted her head. “Like what?”
He stepped closer.
Too close.
Then stopped himself.
“…Like that,” he said again, quieter.
Camille felt her heart race—but she didn’t move away.
Instead, she smiled slightly.
“Are you okay?” she teased.
Cameron finally let out a short laugh, shaking his head.
“I’m fine,” he said. “Just… not used to losing focus this early in the night.”
Camille raised a brow. “Oh? And what are you focusing on?”
His eyes met hers again.
And this time, he didn’t look away quickly.
“You,” he said simply.
Silence.
Then—
Camille’s breath hitched slightly.
Cameron opened the car door for her.
“Let’s go,” he said softly.
And as she stepped inside—
she realized this night was not going to be simple at all.
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