“Ready.” We shake hands as a final agreement and step inside.
Chapter Twenty-Five
KAMILA
“That’s seriously the topic?”
The moderator, a soon-to-be graduate business major whose name I’ve already forgotten, checks the instructions again.
“Yes, that is the topic. Cameron and Kamila.” He tilts his head and smiles. “It'd be easier to call you guys Cam and Kam.”
My hands fist. “You’re just a freakin’ genius, aren’t you?” I say too quietly for him to hear.
“Easy,” Cameron says, his voice clearly lined with amusement and warning.
“Cam and Kam, you will be on the biting side. Team two, you will be on the licking side.” He looks at all of us. “That sounded unprofessional. Either way, you guys know what I mean.”
How the hell did this guy manage to become a moderator? And how did we get stuck with the worst side of this joke of a debate,if it can even be called that.
“You have twenty minutes to come up with your arguments, starting now.”
“This is the dumbest shit I’ve ever done in my collegecareer,” Cameron whispers while running his hands down his face.
“I thought we would be debating about politics or contracts or anything else besides this,” I groan.
“Should ice cream be bitten or licked? Doesn’tDoctorMills have a PhD?” Cameron and I look at each other and let out a mutual silent sarcastic laugh.
“This is ridiculous. We got biting, too. I have extremely sensitive teeth, I can hardly think about biting any type of ice cream at all.” I shiver at the thought of it.
Cameron rips the pen out of my hand and starts writing the positives of biting ice cream and the negatives of licking it.
“Luckily for you, my teeth are fine. Let’s get this shit over with.” He throws me a wink that instantly makes me want to straddle him. He’s exuding confidence, professionalism, for the most part, and power through this one meaningless assignment. How does he manage to do that?
“Stop staring at me like that, Kamila.” He lifts his eyes to the side and meets mine. “We can play later.”
Clearing my throat and dirty thoughts, I look down at the page. “I am focused.”
He smirks slightly, never stopping his pen from gliding across the page as he comes up with five points as to why the hell ice cream is better off bitten than licked.
Four hours later…
“My stomach can’t stop growling, ” I whine to Cam as we walk to our third and final debate.
He sighs. “This is why I ate all those pastries in the morning. Just relax, we’re almost at the finish line.”
Today has been a blur. We don’t get any feedback on our debates or our grade until the end of the day, so, needless to say, I’m a nervous wreck. However, I have to admit that Cameron and I are a good team. Our official nickname, which somehowstuck after the first air-headed moderator used it, isCam and Kam. And yes, it is highly annoying, but not as annoying as my growling stomach.
The first debate was hard since we got the shit end of the stick. The second one wasn’t as stupid, but just as difficult. Hopefully the last one is about something that really matters or is connected to our class in one way or another.
We enter the room and sit in the middle row.
“It is essential to receive a college degree in order to find a stable job. Group one is pro, group two is against, you have thirty minutes,” one of the two moderators announces.
“It has nothing to do with our class, but it’s finally something worth talking about,” Cameron whispers.
“And we’re getting half an hour to prepare, meaning we’ll have about forty-five minutes of debate time,” I whisper back.
“We might be able to finish a little earlier and get to lunch sooner than expected if all goes well,” Cameron finishes my thought.
