Chapter 11

Past

Camille

After parking my bike in the school parking lot, I climbed off. Rika placed her hand on my shoulder and asked, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah.” I forced a smile and walked towards the school entrance.

“You look down…” she said, stepping next to me.

As she kept staring at me curiously, I restrained myself from looking into her eyes. “I’m okay,” I told her.

“Cam...” she grasped my hand to prevent me from walking farther, then turned me around to face her. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing.” A sharp breath escaped my lips, forcing me to look away and hold back the tears.

In shock, she whispered, “Are you crying?” When I didn’t look at her, she cupped my face and made me look into her hazel eyes. “Oh my gosh, you are fucking crying!” She exclaimed as a small tear poured out of my right eye and onto her hand.

I shook myself away from her, pretending to rub my eyes. “I don’t know. I think I have something in my eye,” I said.

Putting her hands on her hips, she demanded, “Whe