“I meant we’re smarter,” he stutters, avoiding all eye contact. Meanwhile, I’m staring at him like he’s gone crazy.
“We. Will. Be. Fine,” Cameron bites out, dragging my attention elsewhere.
I decide to let the odd compliment go. “I just want this day to be over with.”
“Same,” he snaps.
Mills dismisses us,giving everyone an instruction sheet and team schedules. Cameron and I head to the liberal arts building,where we’ll have our first debate. There’s three debates, three different teams, three different classrooms, and three different moderators.
Fun, fun, fun.
“Kamila,” Cameron says quietly.
“Yeah?” I respond absentmindedly.
“We need to get along today, and we have to act professional, meaning we can’t argue.” Cameron’s voice is stern, leaving no room for questions. Still, that doesn’t stop me.
“I can do that. The question is, can you?”
“You’re the worst out of the both of us,” he states.
A humorless laugh falls from my lips. “Fuck off, Kahlo, or I will list all the petty things you have done since the semester started.”
He smiles. “And I’ll do the same.”
We stare at each other, and by the gleam in his eyes, I know he’s not bluffing. “Okay, enough,” I bite out. “This is stupid.”
“You started it.”
“You’re a child.”
He nods, not denying it.
I back down, “Okay, no petty arguments.”
“I’m glad you can finally see things my way.”
Rolling my eyes, I stop him in the middle of the hall. “Wait.”
He eyes me nervously. “If you’re about to tell me that you’re starting to feel sick too, I swear?—”
“No, it’s not that. We forgot something important,” I say urgently.
“What?” He looks around as though whatever we forgot is somewhere near us.
“Take your phone out,” I demand.
His eyebrows furrow. “Okay?”
“Now, set an alarm for the end of the day that way, you know when you’re free to act like an ass again.”
His nostrils flare as he sidesteps me. “Point. Made.”
My laugh echoes around us.
Two minutes later, we’re in front of the assigned classroom.
“Ready?” I ask.
