Camille's POV
The second everyone left the room to give us a moment was the moment they left me no choice but to jump the freaking window.
I stared at the glistening wooden floor like it was better view than Andre Makeila was.
Well,we all know its not true..
The window jumping idea was tempting and yet here I was. The whole situation was my fault so,it was my responsibility to fix it...well part of it cause my Dad was handling the other part of this crisis. Gathering my thoughts from the pieces they were becoming I adjusted my posture and looked at him for the first time since I stepped in, instantly,I regretted it. His stare was intense and not in a "I hate you" way and that made me more guilty than before,it also made me feel something else I couldn't put a name on. the whole thing made me a freaking mute.
Come on Cam,this is the part you say sorry!
I wanted to look away and play the embarrassed card but I couldn't,here I was looking Andre Makeila right in the eye and I couldn't look away. I'd been caught in an intense green eyed web "I think you need to come closer" his soft voice made me blink "huh?" was the only word many years of English would let me construct,he just gave a grin and repeated "come closer" gesturing at the chair Beck was sitting that was close to his bed.
Taking a brave step,I walked to the chair and sat like an obedient lamb "so?" he asked basically trying to urge me on as my struggles were pretty obvious, I just looked at him from his slightly lean figure to his tired looking face and the bandage wrapped around his blue hair and the needle attached to his hand,it was nothing compared to the Andre people knew and loved and yet,here he was being patient with me like I hadn't almost cost his life; the life he struggled to do better with "hey,hey,no need to cry" at his gentle statement,the tears opened a whole new dam " I'm really,really sorry I'm so glad you're okay you have no I_" the tears coming down didn't let me finish my apology. suddenly,I felt his hands on my face with his thumb wiping the tears on my face "your mascara doesn't seem water proof" he said with a soft laugh, I went wide eyed and my face warmed as I stared at him like the most beautiful star in the night sky, he gently took his hand away with a red face. Using the back of my hand,I wiped my face rather sloppily
"I'm sorry about all this,I can be a handful sometimes" I admitted with embarrassment "I see that" he replied gesturing at himself in the hospital bed and I laughed, soon he joined in as well bringing his dimples to light.
This wasn't a laughing matter,right?
"I'm glad you're okay and I'll do anything to make it up to you,I'm a big fan of yours so I feel aw-" his indulging stare made me stop talking " do you say anything apart from apologies" he successfully left me speechless "well,um,I do,I do lots of times" he turned me to a babbling mess and all I got in return was a teasing smirk " I know"
Such a teaseee
The whole aim of coming here was to redeem myself and make sure he was okay but here I was creating a whole new silly impression,I needed to sound smart and I will " I'm_" the knock on the door interrupted our little convo "fellas,Oriena just texted me,she's on her way" Beck's statement was a wake up call,I couldn't waste a second and have another run in with Mendez " I have to go" I said weakly as Andre stared at me perplexed at why Beck had to tell me that,letting out a sigh I got up from my seat and hung my tote bag over my shoulder "I'm really happy you're getting discharged tomorrow" "you can still stay,she won't mind" his convincing tone made it hard to want to leave,he didn't need to know I and his little girlfriend had history and it wasn't pretty.
He doesn't need to know
"I'll see you when next I see you" I said with confidence of us seeing at west hill, he nodded in understanding with a hint of sadness that made me feel a type of way again!
Reaching the door and clicking it open I gave him one last glance and he did as well then we broke it off with the door shut and there went my chance to sound smart ...
Andre's POV
The door clicked shut and the bubble we were encased in burst as well,I didn't want her to leave and I didn't really understand why she had to.
I really didn't want her to
Beck strolled In with a white plastic bag "so the flavored water thing wasn't an excuse" I tried to sound smug "and you seem a bit jolly for someone who spoke to their attacker" Beck bit back with a bored face and his dark eyes boring into mine "she didn't attack me,it was a mistake,emphasis on mistake" " whatever dude" a bare minute of silence reigned
"Did you enjoy her company?" his sentence had me shocked, he never breaks the silence first
He must be super curious
"She wasn't bad" I answered while trying to play it cool "liar" he bluntly uttered while sitting down and dropped the plastic bag on the bedside table "I'm not,she was okay company" " that isn't your face when you find someone's company just okay Makeila" his retort made me glare at him.
He just had to know me so well huh?
"Oriena should be here any time now,you should get some rest and I'll leave when she comes" Beck stated like he was planning a menu "I'll try to,thanks dad" I said fondly with a hint of mockery earning me his signature glare,smiling contentedly I closed my eyes,adjusted into the bed and all I could see was Hazel.
I didn't even ask for her name...