Filed to story: That Campus Prince Is a Girl
Cameron felt his presence and said without turning around, “Relax, I’m not actually trying to end my life.”
Elijah shot back, “Then come down, Cameron.”
Right as he said it, Cameron launched herself off the ledge, and her figure instantly disappeared from Elijah’s eyes. They were on the 18th floor. A fall from this height would kill most people-or at the very least, ruin them for life. Elijah’s voice cracked as he screamed her name. He sprinted to the railing and shouted, “OH NO! CAMERON!” Just when his heart felt like it had been thrown off that rooftop too, a long, slender hand popped up and gave him a cheeky little wave. “Hey there.”
Elijah dropped to his knees and leaned over the railing, grabbing her by the shoulder in a panic. “Are you insane? Do you know how dangerous that was?”
Cameron was hanging there, holding onto the ledge with just one hand. With one slip, she would be gone forever.
Elijah lay flat on the ground, with both hands gripping her shoulder tightly. The veins in his hands were bulging from the strain.
Cameron only weighed around 110 pounds, but from that angle, and considering Elijah was not as strong as an athlete like Xander, hauling her up wasn’t exactly easy.
“Come on. Climb up,” Elijah shouted as he pulled.
Cameron said calmly, “Let go of me. I can get up myself.”
“No way,” Elijah snapped. “Grab me. Now.”
Cameron showed a little grin, thinking, ‘He’s really that scared I’ll die? He’s probably just worried I’ll die in his father’s hospital and cause a PR nightmare.’
She reached her other hand up, pushed off the ledge with a little effort, and flipped herself back onto solid ground. Then she laid flat on her back and burst out laughing.
Elijah dropped beside her and kept gasping, his sweat pouring down his face. He looked like he’d run a marathon.
“You think this is funny?” he said, looking pissed.
Cameron asked with a grin, “You were actually scared?”
“You’re nuts,” Elijah said while glaring at her.
Cameron nodded. “Yeah, clearly. That’s why I came to your dad’s hospital to get checked out.”
Elijah rolled his eyes, still gasping for air.
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Cameron sat up, brushed the dust off her clothe,…- saved my life, how about I treat you to some food and drinks?” mach. “Tell you what-since you technically’
She hadn’t eaten a single thing all day. Even the water she drank earlier got thrown up when she went to the bathroom.
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Elijah stood up. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, stayed quiet for a few seconds, and then finally nodded. “Alright”
He mused, ‘Something’s definitely up with Cameron. I gotta keep an eye on her. We’re not exactly close, but I can’t just stand by and watch a classmate try to off themselves!
Cameron was the first to leave the rooftop. Elijah paused for a second, glanced back at the ledge she’d just been sitting on and shivered. His heart was still pounding.
Cameron led Elijah to a food truck, the kind that could easily stuff anyone without spending too much. It was past 10 PM prime time for late-night snacks, and the place was buzzing
The sounds of chatting, sizzling food, and clinking bottles filled the air.
Seeing the environment, Elijah frowned slightly. As the heir of the Moore family, he was used to luxury cars and reservations at upscale restaurants. He’d never eaten somewhere so casual
Folding chairs, greasy tables, empty beer bottles littered around-totally not his scene. But he didn’t say anything
Cameron picked a quieter corner, wiped the stool with a disinfectant wipe, and sat down.
She didn’t think it was gross or anything-she just had a bit of a thing about cleanliness.
“Sit, she called to Elijah like she owned the place.
Elijah raised his eyebrows to see she was surprisingly comfortable here. He figured the Wallace family wasn’t as rich as the Moores, but still, he didn’t expect her to be this chill about eating at a street stall.
Still, Elijah sat down without saying anything.
Cameron slid the menu over to him and said, “Order whatever you want. Everything is on me tonight.”
Elijah glanced at the menu with furrowed brows and pointed to some fries and a pizza.
Cameron shook her head and said, “That’s definitely not enough.”
Without waiting, she added more food to the order and threw in a dozen beers for good measure.
The food hadn’t even arrived yet when the beers landed on the table.
Elijah looked at the beers and frowned. “You’re drinking?”
Cameron cracked open a bottle and poured herself a glass. She replied in a casual tone, “I’m legal. Why can’t I?” “You want one?” she asked while handing one to him.
Elijah shook his head but didn’t say anything.
“Suit yourself. Would you like to get a soda or something else? Just make the order yourself,” Cameron then said. She figured it was only fair since she earned the money from him anyway.
But Elijah shook his head again. He’d already had dinner. The only reason he came was to keep an eye on Cameron and make sure she didn’t do anything reckless.
Cameron took a long swig. The beer was bitter, and it made her frown a little. But she poured another and knocked it back without hesitation.
The food they ordered was still on its way, and Cameron had already finished a whole bottle.
Elijah’s brows drew tight as he asked cautiously, “Cameron, did something happen to you?”
Cameron shook her head and didn’t say a word. She just cracked open the second bottle of beer and downed it even faster. After that, she reached for the third bottle.
Just when she was about to open the third one, Elijah grabbed the bottle and snapped, “Hey, are you here to eat or to get wasted?”
“Look,” Cameron said, brushing his hand away, “if there’s ever a time to drink, it’s now.”
She popped the cap and started on her third.
“At least wait until the food gets here,” Elijah insisted.
He couldn’t tell if it was the booze or the mood
“Here you go.” Just then, the server arrived with. one red.
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“You really need to slow down,” Elijah said. “You’re gonna get drunk.”
“I’ll eat something,” Cameron replied while picking up a slice of pizza. Her movements were delicate, graceful even-nothing like the person who’d just chugged two and a half beers like they were water.
If I didn’t know her, I’d think he was a girl; Elijah thought.
Cameron caught his eyes and asked, “Why don’t you eat? Staring at me can get you full?”
‘It’s a bit greasy. I’ll pass, Elijah said. He wasn’t great with oily stuff.
Cameron didn’t push him. She wasn’t the type to force things on people.
But staring at all the food on the table, she frowned. She said to him, “Come on, you think I can eat it all by myself?”
Elijah had no choice but to grab a slice of pizza, though he purposely picked one with less cheese. As he brought the slice to his mouth, the mix of spices hit him first. He scrunched his face, unsure of how it would taste.
Taking a bite, he was surprised to find it actually tasted pretty good. But the toppings and cheese were all over it, and he thought for the sake of health, people should really avoid eating this kind of food too often.
Meanwhile, Cameron was enjoying her fries.
Elijah frowned as he watched her and then said, “I heard places like this use old ingredients. You should eat less of this stuff.”
Cameron glanced at him and replied, “Elijah, didn’t anyone tell you you’re sometimes a terrible killjoy?”
Elijah gave her a look but didn’t say anything.
Cameron took another bite of fried chicken. The chicken was greasy, but it went well with beer. She took a bite, sipped her beer, and before long, she finished off the entire beer she ordered.
Her face flushed slightly, and she wobbled a bit. Eventually, she rested her head on her arms, lying across the table. She closed her eyes, looking like she was a little drunk. But despite being tipsy, she was quiet, not causing a scene.
“Cameron?” Elijah nudged her gently.
Cameron furrowed her brows slightly but didn’t wake up.
Elijah checked his phone and noticed it was already past midnight, and the food truck area was almost empty.
He figured Cameron had drunk too much, so he stood up to pay for their food. Afterward, he came back to her and nudged her again. “Cameron, where do you live? Let me take you home.”
Cameron mumbled with her eyes still shut, “Home? I don’t have a home.”