Author: ConverseObsessed PM
Camille Davidson knew a lot about a lot of things, but when it came to the likes of Riley Steele she knew - well not so much. He was fairly popular, by many others as well as himself he was considered a bad boy, and from her mere observation he was an idiot. Interaction with him was never in her plans...but of course fate overrules a person's plans right? Right. Interracial.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 7 - Words: 38,924 - Reviews: 30 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 19 - Updated: 03-30-13 - Published: 06-03-12 - id: 3028720
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Disclaimer: I own whatever you do not recognise, please do not plagiarise my work for I have spent my own time to work on this.
Warnings: This is an interracial story (not that this is really important but just to be pointed out) and the rating might be changed to M sometime soon for sexual situations.
One: Unlikely Happenings
"C, hurry up! How long does it take to choose a damn hair slide?" Camille Davidson rolled her eyes as she listened to her impatient friend on the other end of the line. She held her phone up to her ear with one hand as she picked up random hair slides at a time with the other. A few minutes before the phone call she had gotten, she had dumped a mini bags worth of them on her desk table to examine them closely.
"Hold on to your freakin' panties Jordan. It has to match my outfit!" She squinted her eyes at a blue sparkly one that she'd already held up to the sunlight gleaming through her bedroom window, before frowning at it in disdain.
"Ugh, too sparkly," She decided. A scoff of disbelief was to be heard coming from the phone's receiver two seconds after the words left her mouth.
"Girl, are you fucking serious? Just choose one!" Although she found Jordan's frustration slightly amusing, Camille didn't want to suffer the wrath of her friend's full anger if she took any longer. She quickly swiped a hair slide from the bunch on the desk without looking at it properly and to her luck it was a simple purple one that matched perfectly with her clothing attire.
"Got one!" She cried triumphantly into the phone's reciever, smoothly sliding it into her hair so that it would tame her side bangs away from her face.
"Thank heavens for that. Now get your ass down the stairs and into to this car before I drive off without you!" Camille rolled her eyes again, knowing Jordan wouldn't really do such a thing, before swinging her side bag over her shoulder and running down the stairs. She wasn't surprised to see that nobody was at home, considering only two people lived here. On a last minute decision, she quickly grabbed a breakfast bar on her way through the kitchen and then finally made it out the door.
"It's about time you sloth." Camille silently raised an eyebrow at her fellow African American friend's choice of words as she got herself seated in the back of the black mustang. Jordan Wright was an outspoken girl to say the least; she feared absolutely no one apart from her parents and would always have a smart remark or comeback in hopes of making a fellow human being look stupid. Those points aside, Camille would've been lying if she'd said she didn't love this girl. They had been best friends since the second grade after all.
"Sloth, really? You're running out of insults my dear friend." Jordan met Camille's eyes through the rear view mirror, flashing her a sarcastic grin.
"You know how rusty I am in the mornings...so shut up." Camille simply stuck her tongue out at her in response before turning her head to greet her other best friend in the passenger seat in front of her.
"How goes it Layla?" Layla smiled, already facing her and quickly adjusted her hearing aid so that it was now on.
"Huh? Sorry Cam, I had to turn my hearing aid off so I could drown out the screeching that was coming from my left." Camille laughed at the glare Jordan turned to give the pale skinned girl.
"Hey, I do not screech. And besides you can lip read anyways so you totally know what she said." Layla's smile turned itself into a smirk.
"True." She admitted simply, "I just wanted to get the point across that you are too whiny." Jordan didn't reply this time and mumbled to herself as she turned her attention towards her compact mirror on her lap to admire her reflection.
"And 'how goes it' Cam, really? What have I told you about switching your words the wrong way round?" Layla gave Camille a pointed look, as if they'd gone over this way too many times before.
"Leave me alone, it's cool." Camille replied, and playfully crossed her arms over her chest in annoyance. Jordan laughed before putting her mirror away in her breast pocket; satisfied with her appearance.
"Whatever Mrs. Lame, let's just get the fuck out of here and get this damn school day over with." Camille refrained from sighing and shook her head at Jordan's usual tendency to curse in practically every sentence she uttered. Jordan of course being oblivious to this simply put the car in drive, and backed out of Camille's driveway.
Camille devoured her chocolate chip breakfast bar on the way, as she listened to Jordan and Layla yammer on about who out of senior boys of their school was cuter than whom.
"Yeah he's fine but he ain't got nothing on George Jacobs." In reply to this statement there was a splutter of disbelief.
"Oh my gosh are you crazy? Leo Timber is way cuter than George Jacobs. Cam, tell her!" Camille swallowed the last of her cereal bar and looked up at the two expectant faces awaiting an answer.
"Uh..." She honestly had no real opinion on the two boys. They were both cute in their own ways if she thought about it, but she never really did pay attention to people in that crowd nor did she really like any of them. 'That' of course meaning the populars.
"I guess I'll have to say...George. But only because I like his hair better." Jordan let out a triumphant cry of "Ha! Told you Layla," While Layla muttered something about "It's because I'm the only white one here at the moment."
"Oh hush up. I'm not agreeing with Jordan because she's the same race as me. I truly do like his hair better." They had the 'race' argument almost every day, but never in a serious light. Layla always accused them of ganging up on her because she was the only white one amongst the three. Though of course she never really meant it.
"Whatever," Layla said with a mock scowl. "I know the truth." Jordan rolled her eyes and shortly afterwards began to hum to herself while Camille just let her lips curve into a small smile. The smile on her face however remained there for all of five seconds before it was wiped clean off her face once she saw her school's tall brick building coming into view from the car window.
If there was one thing that dampened her mood in the morning, it was Kingswood J. High.
Not so much the lessons, no those she actually somewhat enjoyed. It was more the students that irritated her. Surprisingly enough, Camille wasn't a very social person and you could say it was thanks to the kids that she had met while attending the school. Jordan and Layla were actually some of the few friends she had at the place; many others just not really seeming that likable. She did have some people she talked to from time to time, but the rest she just didn't bother with. The main reason for her judgement was because the majority of these 'others' sucked up to the pretty faces of the popular kids.
There were quite a lot of them, though they weren't as arrogant as one would see on the movie screen. They didn't soley believe they were socially better than anyone else...they just happened to be well known amongst the other students because of their good looks.
And the fact they were all annoyingly good looking innerved Camille to greatest of greats. It was like none of them had ever had to battle a zit in their lives! She knew that Jordan was friends with a few of them, heck even she herself had talked music with that - handsome, she had to admit - white boy Mikey a few times. Though other than that her interactions with the popular kids were very limited. Camille sighed sadly as Jordan shut of the engine, finally finished her very careful parking of her car.
"Alright bitches, let's get this day over with." Jordan's voice was riddled with determination as she opened her car door. Layla followed suit, a small smile on her face while Camille continued to sit there in her space in the back seat, lingering for a few moments.
"C, we know you hate this place and all but we want you to graduate with us. So do us a favour and get your pretty black ass out of my car." Camille turned to give her friend a mock glare through the car window before opening the door slowly, as if it would make the minutes of the school day go by faster.
"Would it be too late for me to run back home now?" She asked, slamming the car door shut. Maybe if she backed away quietly no one would notice and she could call in sick. Layla and Jordan turned and shared a look before slowly turning to face her again.
"Yes." They told her simultaneously. Camille blinked, never understanding how they always managed to do that. But before she could register anything else, they both suddenly had a hold on one of her arms each; dragging her towards the steps of the school's entrance and ignoring her as she resisted.
Why the fuck am I even here? I could be sleeping right now. Riley Steele trudged tiredly through the halls of Kingswood J. High, blinking hard against the feelings of sleep that was slowly succumbing him. It wasn't very surprising that even in his sluggish state, girls still managed to give him longing looks as he obliviously walked passed them.
He raked a hand through his dirty blond disarray of shaggy hair and let his tongue fiddle with the cold metal that was his lip ring. The action woke him up slightly as he stopped to a halt in front of a row of random lockers. Maybe if he just leaned back on them for a few minutes he could close his eyes and -
"Dude you are so stupid!" With the outburst diminishing his track of thought, Riley raised an eyebrow and turned his head in the direction the known voice was coming from. His best friend Micheal Grey, otherwise known as Mikey was strolling down the halls towards him with a grin on his face.
"And why is that?" Riley asked, somewhat amused and feeling himself wake up a little more. Mikey stopped in front of him and gave him a look as if he had just asked him if the sky was blue.
"I heard that you turned down Melissa. She is fucking hot dude! What are you insane?!" Riley chuckled lowly at the disbelief showing on his friend's facial features.
"She's not my type man. Yeah, she's hot but she's too preppy for me." He leaned back against the lockers behind him, putting his hands in his pockets as he looked away from Mikey to stare at the bustle of students walking by. If he was honest he was getting tired of the line of girls throwing themselves at him. He loved the attention and all, what guy wouldn't? But maybe it was time for a challange to come his way.
"Preppy or not I would have had my way with her for sure. And since when did you have a type?" Mikey shook his head at the nonchalant shrug his friend gave him in response. I don't have type. Riley quickly thought to himself. But you don't need to know that.
"Well, to each his own." Riley said, not outright answering his question. "There's plenty of other fish in the sea right?" He lifted one of his legs to rest against the lockers too, glancing back at Mikey for a brief second.
"That may be true, but when was the last time you got laid?! You have a rep to maintain bro." Riley aimed his gaze straight ahead as he let the words sink in. He hadn't gotten laid in a while now that he thought about it, and he did have a reputation to withhold after all.
"There's that party tomorrow right? At Derek's house? I'll just get some ass then." He told him nonchalantly. Mikey nodded in agreement.
"You better. If I don't see you going upstairs with a girl by the end of the night you owe me ten dollars." Riley looked over at his friend and grinned, shaking his head as he leaned away from the locker.
"Whatever dude. We all know that I'll be getting some, so you might as well not bother going through with that bet." The shrill sound of the warning bell rang and echoed through the hallways, indicating it was time for homeroom to start. Riley pushed the rest of his body away from the lockers and slowly began to make his way to the place he despised that was his homeroom.
"Well if you're so sure about it, let's make it thirty dollars." Riley turned around, a smirk on his face as he made the not so wise decision to walk backwards while he replied to his friend.
"Thirty dollars? Why not just make if thirty five?" He didn't seem phased as he continued to step backwards, people dodging his form so they didn't accidentally barge into him. Nobody wanted a confrontation with Riley Steele if that happened.
"Fifty and it's a done deal, Steele." His smirk turned into a devilish grin, obviously not noticing the person who was also not paying attention to where they were going rapidly approaching him from behind...because he was still walking backwards.
"Oh it is so on mother fu -" Riley never got to finish his sentence, for his words were cut short once he felt something hard colliding with his back; a fellow student's body to be exact. But being so well built came to his advantage, and he managed to maintain his stance on his feet while the other unfortunate soul went flying to the ground with no hope of regaining their own stance and into a heap on the hard floor.
"Whoa what the fu -" He was ready to blow up at whatever person had been stupid enough to walk into him of all people, but his sentence was cut short for the second time in under two minutes. And this time it was because he finally set his green eyes on the person before him...or rather the very attractive girl before him.
He noticed her skin was a rich chocolate complexion first, smooth and blemish free. Her black hair framed her face and fell down to her shoulders in a flow of slightly wavy curls, shiny and soft looking. Her bangs were shielding most of her face but one of her glowing hazel coloured eyes managed to escape into his view and contrasted amazingly with her skin. Still in shock, his eyes travelled down her body some more, and he saw that she was wearing a tight fitting black T-Shirt with the band name 'METALLICA' spread horizontally across the front in silver letters. Before he could even wonder how she knew of the band, his eyes drew lower and he was quickly captivated with the dark blue jean shorts she wore that complimented her thighs. Her black tights had an interesting criss-cross pattern displayed upon them, making her legs look amazingly slender and her black and white converses were cleaner than most he'd seen in a while.
He wasn't sure if his mouth was agape, but he was sure that it was most definately dry.
It was her! The girl he'd been noticing since freshman year and had never had the balls to actually talk to. Yes, it may have been true that he was one of the most well known guys at the entire school, but there was something about this girl that had always intimidated him. There was never a year missed where he'd stop and stare at her for a few seconds, intrigued at how she made something as simple as reading a book while eating an apple at the same time look amazing. He'd never actually been this close to her, and now that he was...well, fuck.
The girl was mesmerizing.
The girl was simply exquisite.
The girl was...scowling at him.
"Whoa, dude, walking backwards in a crowded hallway. That is not cool." Her voice is sexy...damn. He blinked slowly and simply stared down at her, too entranced to speak or even move. She tucked her side bangs away from her face and behind her ear, only for them to fall in front of the one eye they had previously covered once again.
"Ugh, just great! You've knocked my hair slide out of my hair." She surveyed the floor in attempt to find the lost item, but must have soon realised it was a lost cause because she threw her arms up in the air let out a frustrated growl seconds later. Slowly standing up, she dusted herself off quickly before putting her side bag over her shoulder once again.
"Thanks for the help, moron. You know it's nice to apologise and ask if the person you've rudely knocked over needs help to get up. But I guess it's always going to be another rule for you popular guys isn't it Steele?" Riley blinked once again at the beautiful creature in front of him, still rendered speechless. The way she had said his name had caused something unknown to stir inside him.
He knew her name was something like...Cathy was it? Well something along those lines; but he'd always assumed she was one those individuals that didn't bother learning many names of people around her that she didn't know. But then again if he were honest (and admittedly arrogant for a second) who didn't know him?
"And okay, I may have not been really looking where I was going either; texting kind of does that to a person." She sighed and met his eyes directly, the hazel colour standing out so much to him as she continued. "But it wasn't like I was expecting you to be right in the middle of the hallway walking in the opposite direction!"
"Uh...sorry?" Why the hell is my voice so fucking scratchy? Finally finding the will to speak, she rewarded him with a scoff of disbelief and even that in its own sounded hot to his ears.
"A little bit late for that don't you think? And why are you staring at me like I'm some abnormal species? Never stood this close to a black girl before?" She used her bright eyes to look him up and down, giving him the once over. His own eyes followed her hand movements as she subconsciously placed them on her hips.
"Then again, I wouldn't even be surprised if that was true." She looked away from him and down the now pretty much empty hallway.
"Awesome, now I'm late for homeroom too. I really don't need this so early in the morning." She quickly took a side step passed him and continued walking in the direction she had been heading in, in the first place.
"Next time walk forwards Steele, forwards!" She told him this without turning around, her voice one of authority. He slowly turned his body to watch her retreating back...or more precisely her retreating ass. They did look good in those jean shorts; no one could blame him for admiring. What seemed like hours later to Riley, (but was really only thirty seconds) a voice broke the deafining silence.
"Dude, what was that about?" Riley didn't look over at Mikey as he asked him the question or when he walked over to stand next to him. They both watched Camille who was far away at the other end of the hallway as she turned to the door of her homeroom's class and opened it with a sigh.
"Nothing...I just...I walked into her no big deal." When she was finally gone, he looked over at his friend. Mikey's facial expression held one of amusement, his lips conjured into a huge grin.
"I see she gave you hell for it too. That's black chicks for you...or then again that's Camille for you." Camille that was it! He couldn't believe he'd been so way off. He'd been in the same school with this gorgeous as fuck girl for four years now – heck the same grade! And it was only now that he was getting to know her name. Worst of all Mikey of all people had known her name and he hadn't...what the fuck?
"Why would you single her out from other black girls?" Riley asked, turning full to face Mikey now. He was generally curious.
"Well she may have called you out like a usual black girl would, but that's where the stereotypical-ness ends." Riley raised an eyebrow, not saying anything and let Mikey continue.
"Didn't you see her shirt? She's into rock, indie and pretty much all the same stuff we are man. She practically despises anything gangsta-rap. Weird right?" Riley slowly smiled. He was taking a liking to this information. The girl was not only undeniably hot but she also had things in common with him; something that he never really cared about in a girl before but upon hearing so about this girl in particular brought the necessity of it on for some reason.
"...Wait, how do you know all of this?" He narrowed his eyes at Mikey in suspicion.
"I've spoken to her a few times, no big deal. She's hangs out with Jordan Wright. They're pretty close." His suspicion soon died down quickly, for he knew that Mikey and Jordan were friends and he would therefore somehow know this information. And now that he actually thought about it, he had had noticed Camille and Jordan walking together a few times in the past four years.
"She sounds pretty cool." He murmured, talking to himself more than to Mikey now.
"And let's not forget her friend Jordan dude, that girl is fine. Still trying to get her sexy ass into bed by the way and I think I'm wearing her down." Mikey bit his lip at the thought of her and Riley chuckled at his friend's expression.
"If she has any smarts, she'll think twice about that." He finished his words with a smirk and Mikey scoffed at him before greeting him with an obscene gesture, sticking his middle finger in the air and in his direction.
"Whatever man, don't be a hater. I'll see you at lunch." He punched Riley on the shoulder before jogging in the direction towards his homeroom class that he was already fifteen minutes late for. Riley sighed and sauntered off in the opposite direction, thoughts of Camille quickly coming back to his mind.
Green eyes. Stupid Green eyes.
Midway through her school day, Camille frowned to herself as she tapped her pencil mindlessly on her desk. Never had she ever expected to cross paths with Riley Steele of all people. She had known who he was the day she had first stepped foot into the school as a 9th grader, because he was all her fellow girl freshman classmates could talk about. She new practically every girl, probably Jordan and Layla too fantasized about having their way with him, but she had never seen any reason to. Not once had she even spoken to him. Not even with a simple 'excuse me' when she was walking in the hallways because she had never been that close to him...until today of course.
She knew she was partly at fault. If she hadn't 'not so wisely' decided that it was the right time to look at that text message Jordan had sent her earlier that morning in the crowded hallway, she wouldn't have bumped into him. Nor would she have had to yell at him about looking where he was going and while doing so she wouldn't have had to notice how his appealing appearance, matched well with his green eyes.
Those stupid, yet intense and hypnotic green eyes.
She wasn't going to take all of the blame however. What idiot walks backwards in a school hallway when there are hundreds of other students around? Did he think he was special or something, just because he was Riley Steele? Assuming so was probably correct. Though she did have to admit, standing that close to him gave her proper chance to actually asses him...and shamefully she would have to agree with the rest of the female population at this school that forned all over him. He was pretty good looking.
Not that she would ever admit that outloud of course.
His shaggy blonde hair was dishelved in that way people would usually describe as sex hair. His face was smooth, his nose was straight and his lips were pink and full. He probably didn't even notice that the whole time she had been yelling at him, his tongue had been fiddling with the small loop of his lip ring. The action had almost caused her to stop talking and just stare at it in awe. And then there were of course those stupid eyes of his. They were definitely the clearest green she had ever seen on a person. He hadn't looked away from her, not once and it was amazing how she found the will to do so herself.
All his sexiness aside, he was an idiot. He had barely managed a 'sorry' after all she had said. Was this how he spoke to everyone else? If so she didn't understand why people wasted their time fawning on him (his looks aside). In truth, maybe she didn't give him that much time to speak, but when she had paused to look for her purple hair slide he had more than a little opportunity to utter some words.
Looking up at the time on the analogue clock that rested on the classroom wall, she noticed with joy that it was nearly time for lunch. She was hungry for some food and she had a ham sandwich written with her name on it to worry about. There was no reason to waste her thoughts on Riley Steele and his astoundingly green eyes any longer; it wasn't like she was going to talk to him again anytime soon. After today, she was probably never going to make any more memorable encounters with him. Ever.
Or you know, so she thought...
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