Against All Odds

A/N: Lynchburg is a nice lil religious college town in Virginia. Character opinions are just that, "character" opinions.
Lynchburg was a nice town to visit.
Cambridge High School is not a real school, it is one I made up for this story, mainly for the reason I do not know
the name of the school there.
Circle K is obviously not mine. All characters are. Sorry for any and all spelling errors, I currently have to work with
WordPad, and I type to fast to pay attention to see if spelling is correct. I will search for them though, so...yeah.
Anyways, sorry I never got around to writing anymore, stuff you know! But hopefully those who read it before will
read it again, and new people will read it as well. Thank you! K.F.F.

sidenote: "speech", 'Cameron's inner monologe'


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Against All Odds
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Wednesday - Cameron's POV

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Boring...

That's all there is to say about it. Lynchburg was plain old boring. It's not that I hate it here so much, but you can only hang out at the Circle K so long before it gets old.

"God, how long does it take him to piss? Alec, c'mon!"
"Dee, you think you could yell any louder, I can still hear." whined Pete, as he continued to grumble about hearing loss.

Alec finally decided to exit the bathroom while zipping up his jeans. Attractive, real attractive.

"So Cam, what's up with you and Libby?"
"What d'ya mean?"
"Well from what I hear YOU broke up with HER!"
'Thanks Dee, I like how you accentuated 'you' with poking me in the forehead.'
"Yes, I broke up with her, what's the big deal?"
"WHY?"
'Wow, that came in surround sound.'
"I don't know. Maybe that little shit she pulled at Sadie's party. I don't know about you, but I can't continue dating someone after I caught them with their mouth on some other guys junk. No thank you."
"Did Mr. Nice Guy Cameron just say 'shit' and 'guys junk'? Whoa, must be serious if you have to revert to that kind of language."
"Funny Alec. You can't tell me you would continue going out with her after that?"
"Well..."
"That's sick..." came a laugh from Dee.
"Dude, you guys have been going out since freshman year. That's along time."
"Pete, three weeks is along time to you, much less three years."

Wow, note to self, consider new friends. They continue to try and argue their points but I've seriously lost interest. In the back round
you can hear the familiar ding announcing that a car just pulled in.

"Dude's, it's our senior year. Our last year to do some serious partying. Well, before college anyways." smirked Alec.
"Hey checkout the new Thunderbird. Nice." 'Pete and his damn car fetish.'
"Oh my god, look at the lady driving it. What is she wearing?"

They decided to laugh at this. I, well I tried not to. She reminded me of my Aunt Lola. I return to my magazine, as they continue talking about whatever the hell they talk about when I don't listen.

The door chimes as it is opened again. I, along with 'The Three Morons' look up hoping to see if Sam decided to show up on time for once. It wasn't Sam, in fact far from it.

Pete, Alec, and Dee start whispering crap amongest themselves. Still not really listening.

I've never seen him before. And I know everyone. As he stands in front of the door giving the 'Aunt Lola' look-a-like at the coffee counter a dirty look, I proceed to inspect the newcomer.

Dark blue jeans torn at the knee. Check. They seem to not want to stay on his hips, which you can see peeking out from under his Doors t-shirt. The converse he has on have definantly seen better days. His hair is short but his bangs hang neatly in his eyes, which are lined expertly with black liner. I've seen Libby put it on enough times to know what it is. Nose ring, huh! Wonder if that hurt.

While the three idiots with me were whispering like little school girls and I was just taking him in, he seemed to give us a once over. He doesn't seem impressed. Green, dark green. I've never seen eyes like that. Contacts, maybe.

He finishes his inspection of us and makes his way to the sodas. Pepsi. I'm not one for soda, but whatever. Hmm...Salt and Vinager chips, okay, I can see that. He notices that Dee, Alec, and Pete are still staring. Oh yeah, wait, I am too. I can't help it, I'm curious. I've never met someone who just seems like they don't give a damn.

I barely contain my laughter as he makes his way over to the magazine rack, giving us a closer look. Rolling Stones. Wow, I feel like a neanderthal jock who only knows football with my little sports magazine.

Oh, so that's why he gave the grinning coffee fiend a dirty look. They are together. Yeah, same messy black hair.

"What is it now Darien?" 'Darien...? Nope don't know em.'

He didn't seem to like what she said, as he continued to scowl at her. I didn't hear what he said to her, or what she said in reply. 'Aunt Lola'
the Second, that's what I've decided to call, has finished messing up her coffee with a gallon of cream and a pound of sugar. They head for the cashier.

"What a freak." laughs Dee.
"They're probably just passing through." murmured Alec.
"Hopefully."
'Thats right Pete. Don't forget to add your two cents.'

Note to self, no more considering. You need new friends. How can Dee say something like that. His younger sister Semone wears more makeup then a rodeo clown and its mostly black and on her eyes. He likes to say Satan left her on their doorstep.

"Is that makeup?"
"Yeah, and a nose ring. Freak."
'C'mon Dee. If Semone were here she would rip your nads off and use them for some kind of ritual or something.'

Oh man, Mrs. Jenkins is paying in change again. Everyone keeps telling her to get a bank account or something but no, she doesn't trust them. Oh well.

Well it is offically 3:45, and still no Sam.

"C'mon. We have to get to practice."

As I put the magazine back on the rack I notice the look of slightly, mildly surprise on his face. One of the guys must have said something rude, like usual. Oh well.

Finally we make our way out of the gas station and back into my truck. As I sit behind the wheel waiting for my moron friends to get the hell in, I watch the guy inside look as if someone just told him his best friend died. That, or Santa wasn't real, it's hard to tell.

"Dude, what are you waiting for lets go!" Alec interferes upon my thoughts with a swift smack to the back of the head.
"Hey look here comes Sam. About time, where the hell were you?" Dee for some reason likes to yell.
"Two words for you...Alice Wright!"

Hello. My name is Cameron MeNeil. I'm 17, a senior, and quarterback for the varsity football team. And this...is Hell.
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I know, short chapter, but I'm working on getting to Friday afternoon, which will hopefully be a long chapter. Again sorry for any spelling errors, I did my best to correct them. I have a south florida public school education, and while I have a high IQ, spelling eludes me. Thank you for your reviews.