Filed to story: That Campus Prince Is a Girl
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Cameron glanced at the trembling door, starting to wonder if he might actually punch right through it
She hurriedly rimed the foam off fast, threw on a thick chest binder, then slipped into a cotton pajama set with long sleeves and full- length pants, covering herself completely.
Outside, Xander had clearly lost all patience. The moment she opened the door, he raised his hand. “Well, well. Look at this pretty boy Are you trying to get your ass kicked?”
His gaze swept over Cameron’s lean frame and smooth skin, and without missing a beat, he slapped her with a nickname-pretty boy,
A flash of ice flickered through Cameron’s eyes. “This guy’s begging for a beating she thought.
But before she could make a move, someone grabbed Xander’s wrist in a tight grip. It was Bradley
“Kander, it’s late. Knock it the hell off. Bradley’s handsome face showed clear impatience, and the eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses were icy cold.
Chapter L
Xander might be arrogant, but he wasn’t stupid. Of everyone in that dorm, the one person he never crossed was Bradley. He thought, This guy arts all polished, but underneath..”
He threw a look at Bradley and toned it down a little, but then turned to Cameron with a cold glare and snapped, “Get your ass out of here. Now
Cameron stared at Xander. With a buzzcut like that, it should’ve looked rough on most guys-but his face was gorgeous enough to carry
His handsome features were sharp, defined, and dripping with attitude. He had the kind of face that made people think twice before messing with him…
He was undeniably good-looking, but Cameron still felt the urge to punch him. However, it was late, and since Bradley had already stepped in to break things up, she figured it wasn’t worth the effort.
Without sparing Xander another look, she stepped out of the bathroom. Xander stormed in right after and slammed the door shut behind him.
Cameron turned to Bradley. Thanks.”
Bradley waved her off. “No worries. Don’t mind him
Cameron gave a faint smile. Of all people, she hadn’t expected the only warm moment on her birthday would come from someone she’d just met-Bradley. Out of the four roommates. He was the one Cameron liked the most so far.
Bradley caught the light smile on Cameron’s face, and before he knew it, his hand landed on her head, ruffling her hair like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Cameron froze
Bradley pulled his hand back casually, “Good night”
“Good night” Cameron climbed into her bed and tugged the curtains shut. In that small enclosed space, the narrow mattress felt like her own little world
On her first night in the boys’ dorm, Cameron thought she’d be wide awake all night. But to her surprise, she slept like a rock
It wasn’t until someone started moving around that she stirred. She reached for her phone and checked the time-6:00 am
Outside the window, it was still dark, early spring skies cloaked in gray. The school lights had already flickered on.
Langford Academy was nothing like regular high schools. Expectations here were brutal. First homeroom started at 6:50 sharp
The dorm door creaked open quietly. A few seconds later, it clicked shut again.
Cameron was just about to sit up when her bed suddenly jerked under her. She frowned, confused, and was about to draw her curtain luck when someone yanked it open with zero warning.
Xander ineered, “Pretty boy, you’re something else. First day here and you already found yourself a shield. Don’t think just because Bradley’s pot your back. I won’t mess with you”
Bradley had gone out for his morning run. And the second he left, Xander came looking for trouble.
Xander stood there in loud, cartoon-print pajamas, his face set in a scowl as he stared Cameron down with undisguised contempt.
He was standing on the floor while Cameron sat on the top bunk. From that angle, all he could see was a head of messy, tousled hair sticking our above the rul
After a full night’s sleep, Cameron’s cropped hair had gone slightly rogue, sticking up in places with that lazy, just-woke-up vibe. From where Xander stood, he could just make out the side of her beautiful face
Though Cameron had been disguising herself as a boy for years, her features still carried a subtle softness, a certain grace.
Xander blinked, caught off guard. “Why do you look so feminine like a girl?”
“Get lost Cameron said without even flinching, turning her head. The diamond stud in her right ear flashed cold under the light.
Xander went dead silent. Did he just tell me to get lost? There aren’t many people in this world who’ve dared say that to me. This pretty boy must really have a death wish, he thought
“Get down here,” he growled furiously
Cameron planted a palm on the guardrail and vaulted down with ease. She landed light on her f hangs back with a flick of her fingers, her expression laced with casual defiance. feet, her arms crossed. She slicked her
“What do you want?” she asked, already sounding impatient.
Xander hadn’t expected this much attitude from his new roommate. Cameron was hands down the most oblivious, out-of-line punk he’d ever met.
He cracked his knuckles, the sound sharp in the quiet room. “Do you have any idea what happens to people who piss me off? Get on your knees now and beg, and maybe I’ll let it slide for Bradley’s sake-
“Cameron. Xander,” a chilly voice cut in before he could finish, “you’re interrupting my sleep. Take it outside.”
Elijah lay in bed, his chiseled face clouded with irritation from being woken up, his brows slightly furrowed.
Xander shot him a glance over his shoulder. “If it’s too loud for you, then you leave. Why the hell should we?”
Elijah didn’t respond. His brooding eyes flashed with a flicker of disdain, but he didn’t bother arguing. Not because he couldn’t-but because he didn’t see the point.
He was at the top of the class. And Xander, just like Cameron, ranked at the very bottom and failed every test. To an overachiever like Elijah, dealing with academic slackers wasn’t worth his time,
He thought. Trying to reason with them is like shouting into the void. He then got up and walked straight into the bathroom.
‘I really do need to request a room change, Elijah pondered. It was bad enough when those two were going at it last night, but now they’re at it again first thing in the morning. How the hell am I supposed to study like this?’
With Elijah cutting in like that, Cameron headed straight to the sink and started brushing her teeth.
Xander followed. He leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed, his eyes locked on her like a challenge.
“Are you into watching people brush their teeth or something!” Cameron shot him a look, toothpaste foaming in her mouth,
Xander scoffed, “You seriously think I’m just gonna let that slide? You crossed me, punk. You get that?”
Cameron spit out the foam, wiped her mouth, and said coolly, “Sounds like a delusion. You should get that checked.”
Xander froze. For a second, he looked like he was trying to find the words, but rage got there first. He lunged, grabbing Cameron by the collar, ready to make her pay.
But the next second, she twisted out of his grip like it was nothing, flipped his arm behind his back, and shoved him hard against the wall. The slam echoed as his sculpted features twisted from the pain.
“Ow!” Xander cried out in pain.
Cameron let go immediately. Her movements had been so fast, Xander was left wondering if he imagined the whole thing. He stared at lus hand, stunned.
Cameron picked up her uniform jacket and sat on the chair, waiting for Elijah to come out so she could change. She grabbed sanitizing wipe from the table and began carefully cleaning the fingers that had just touched Xander’s arm.
“What the hell did you just do to me? Xander stormed over, seething, and got right up in Cameron’s face.
Cameron looked up, clearly annoyed. “You really gonna keep clinging to this?”
“Youre the one who crossed me, got it?” Xander jabbed a finger toward her shoulder.
Cameron leaned back slightly, letting his finger miss its mark. She didn’t like being touched.
She gave him a cold glance. Vanna settle this the way real men do?
“Oh yeale. The way real men do?” Xander’s eyes fixed on her gorgeous, flawless face, and he let out a cocky laugh. “Pretty boy, you you can throw hands? You think that skinny little frame of yours can take one punch from me?”
Cameron said flatly. “Hate to break it to you, but I don’t do brawls.”
She didn’t trust herself not to main him if she actually fought back. She rarely ever threw the first punch
Xander lifted his chin. Then how do you wanna settle this?”
At that moment, Elijah died out of the bathroom
Cameron stood up, brushing past Xander without a glance. Ten tonight. School held.”
Xander scoffed, “Whoever cluckens out is i ens out is the cowanl
He had no clue what exactly Cameron meant by the way real men do. But whatever it was, Xander had never backed down from thick anything in his life.
The first period that morning was Spanish. Cameron sat at her desk, zoning out. Every word and grammar rule on the board was already carved into her brain. Staring at them now felt like a waste of time.
Her phone, tucked into the desk, kept lighting up. She’d already silenced it. When she finally picked it up to check the time, she saw eight missed call-all from Martin. She didn’t need to guess why he was calling.
Cameron, a puppet Martin and Heidi had raised and brainwashed for eighteen years, had suddenly developed a mind of her own and refused to follow orders. Of course he was panicking.