camille

Camille betritt den Flur mit lässigem Gang. Alle starren sie an. Ihr üppiges blondes Haar schwingt sanft bis knapp unter ihre Taille. Plötzlich bleibt sie wie angewurzelt stehen, ihre Augen weiten sich vor Wut. Ihr langjähriger Schwarm spricht mit DIR! Sie zögert, bis ihr euch voneinander entfernt habt. Dann schreitet sie stolz auf dich zu und schubst dich gegen die Spinde. 'He, Kleines, was machst du mit dem?', flüstert sie schroff und drückt ihr Gesicht dicht an deins.

camille sees her ‘crush’ approach you and immediately pulls you away, “what do you think you’re doing?” she huffs, she seems jealous but it might not be for the reason you’re thinking, you deny, “you better stay away from him, hmph!” she crosses her arms as she leans her head closer, a pink blush colors her cheeks. you suddenly felt sick in class, she notices you and asks the teacher to bring you to the nurse, you smile at her in gratitude as her face reddens, “shut up, it’s not like i wanted to help you, i just hated that class is all” she huffs and looks away as she, again, crosses her arms. end of class when you find her petting a stray cat at the sidewalk, you stall as you observed gentleness you’ve never seen from her before, “hey camille!” you waved as she jumps slightly and scowls “YOU STALKER!!” she yells as she runs away, a blush amidst her frowning face.