"Did you water the plant in the office?" Mom asks. I groan.
"No, I forgot."
"Camille! the plant is dying. You can't just only water the plants that you want to.
"I know that. Do you think I did it on purpose? Anyways, it's just one plant."
"Did you water the airplane plant in the bathroom?"
"I didn't even know that there was a plant in the bathroom!" I'm getting really annoyed right now.
"We've had a plant in the bathroom ever since we moved here. You know that we have one."
"Yeah, and we moved here just two months ago! I don't even use the guest bathroom!"
"Don't start with me!" Mom's voice is cross. I glare at her.
"I'm just stating the obvious." I turn on my heel and leave the house, banging the screen door behind me. I can hear her voice calling after me as I walk away, growing faint all the while, but I ignore it.
I notice that Giant is busier than usual when I enter the store. People bustle past me in a frenzy, pushing shopping carts and swinging bright blue plastics bags. One guy nearly hits me in the face and I glare at him until he gives me a sheepish smile. I head straight for the middle of the store where they occasionally have C.D.'s and D.V.D.'s on sale. I smile when I see the rows of C.D.'s and head straight for them, passing a group of guys and a girl on my way. I can feel eyes burning into my back as I scan the artists, but I ignore them. I've found Breaking Benjamin, Flyleaf, and Staind, and only when I finally find Green Day do I finally notice one of the guys standing next to me, sifting through the C.D.'s and occasionally sneaking a glance at me. I roll my eyes and turn my full attention to him. "If you want to talk to me, then do it." He doesn't smile sheepishly like the guy earlier, but instead stops pretending to be interested in the C.D.'s. "You've got freaky eyes." He says, and a sharp needle of pain pierces my heart. I turn away from him. "Is that what you came over here to say?" I retort bitterly, thumbing through the C.D.'s again.
"No, actually. I just say everything that's on my mind."
"You're lucky that I don't." I snap back at him, expecting a grimace in return. His expression never changes.
"I like them." He says, which is the last thing I've expected him to say. I'm startled. So startled, that my hands stop moving and I turn to face him again. "Why?" I ask, noting that once again, his expression never changes. It's only now that I take in his full appearance; tight long-sleeved bright blue shirt with tight black jeans and black converses. His white blonde hair falls into his eyes, which are a dark blue. "Because they're freaky. They'd match my shirt if they were blue, but they're green, so they're freaky". I stare at him, not sure whether to take that as a compliment or an insult. I glance over his shoulder, where the girl and the guys are waiting somewhat impatiently. The girl with them is pretty, with long blond hair and light blue eyes circled darkly in black eyeliner. Her glare is enough for me to turn away. "Your girlfriend looks upset." I say, to break the akward silence. The guy doesn't even flinch. "Jayla's not my girlfriend." I can't help but feel relieved right now for some reason that I can't explain.
"Well, whatever she is, she's waiting for you."
His voice takes on an amused edge. "If you want me to leave, then just tell me." I don't say anything in return, and he finally smiles, looking satisfied. I grab the C.D.'s and walk on down the aisle, slipping into the next one. I look back to see if he's following me, and there he is, hands in his pockets, strolling after me. I ignore him as I inspect the different eyeliners and mascaras. He doesn't say anything, but after a few moment's inspection of the display takes some things off of one of the racks and hands them to me. I look at the eyeliner and the mascara and note that they're green. When I turn to look at him he stares back at me. "Green for freaky green eyes." I hold onto the makeup as we walk through the store. It's only when I buy all of my stuff that he introduces himself. "The name's Simmy. Simmy Tripp." He pauses, and then I realize that he's waiting for me to tell him my name. "I'm Camille Jefferson." He doesn't extend his hand for me to shake, just smiles.
"Nice to meet you, Freaky Jefferson." I can feel my face fall as he addresses me. "Freaky's good." He whispers in my ear as he goes to join his group again. As I smile I can see the girl named Jayla scowl and herd the rest of them out of the store.