He hadn’t seen me yet, waiting for him at his locker, so I took this time to double check myself. Okay, so my hair had seen better days. Last time I looked in a mirror, it hung heavily down my shoulder like an old blanket and there was no pizzazz to it at all. I definitely needed a haircut. Pronto. My clothes were pretty good although I should’ve gone with the red shirt instead of this crappy orange one. What was I thinking! On second thought, I probably wasn’t thinking. At least I’d worn my favorite jeans; they were dark and tight and they made my legs look ten times longer. According to Hudson, guys liked long legs. So I was good in that department. Whether or not I should take off my zipper hoody was left unanswered because by that time, Cameron had already seen me. I saw his breath catch as his eyes locked with mine. A slow smile spread over his lips and only when Armando clapped on his back did he finally breathe out. I smiled like a doofus, waving at him.
