I keep staring at Camilla for a few seconds, wondering what her problem was. A few seconds too long, to be exact, because she notices and catches my eye. Then I realize that she must've noticed my face. I blink away the flash of panic in my eyes, trying my best to hide it.
"Ryder?" She asks, not looking away from me. I bite the inside of my lip, forcing myself to pull a weak smile.
"What?" I say, acting as if I have no clue what she's asking about.
"What happened to your face?" She asks. I feel everyone else turn and stare at me and I look down at the ground.
"Dude!" Elliot exclaims, his eyes wide with a mixture of admiration and surprise. "What the hell happened to you? Did you get in a fight?"
Internally, I chuckle. He doesn't even know the half of it. I glance up briefly, just to see the looks on their faces. Elliot's giving me a proud look, whereas Camilla looks completely shocked. Amy's just standing there, neither moving or blinking. I notice that her eyes are narrowed slightly and I stare back down at the ground, feeling guilt for lying to them.
"I um... T-tripped," I manage to stutter out. My ears redden with shame and I know that I probably sound really suspicious right now.
"Oh. Alright then. Let's get going," Amy says, offering her hand to me to help me up. She offers her other one to Camilla and pulls us both up, off the ground.
'I wonder how many of them actually bought that,' I think silently, brushing myself off before Amy leads us away from the school's property.
I almost walk right into Amy as she stops dead in her tracks. I raise my eyebrow in confusion, because she lead us to an abandoned alley in the middle of nowhere. She jumps up and sits down on an old dumpster, staring down at us with a huge smile on her face.
"We left school for this?" Elliot asks, kicking at an old coca-cola can. I follow it with my eyes as it rolls away, towards the main part of the street.
I look around, freezing slightly. The entire place is unclean, covered in dust, and disorganized. 'My worst nightmare. I think I might be living it.'
"What is there to do here?" I choke out, stiff with horror. I remember now that I forgot to take my OCD medication last night.
"I came here mostly for Cam," Amy explains, still beaming at us.
I glance over at Camilla, surprised. Even after seeing them together for just a day, I know they weren't exactly friends. Camilla's cheeks are red now and she looks rather happy. 'I wonder what that's about.'
"Why me?" Camilla asks, her face reddening further. She looks confused as she says this.
Amy lets out a snort and hops down from the dumpster that she was sitting on. "I thought you really liked cats."
"I do, but what does that have to---" She stops in the middle of her sentence. Amy is standing by a pile of empty boxes, now. With ease, she lifts up the box on the top of the pile and tosses it aside. Underneath it is an underfed black cat.