Cammi's POV

I sat in the grass during lunch editing a different movie that I was making for Andy that was sure to drive him insane. I called it Cammi's MindFuck. I wasn't sure how he was going to react but it was going to be so sick and messed up that he wouldn't be able to sleep at night.

"Watchya doin?" A deep voice cooed from behind me.

I slammed my laptop shut and crossed my arms sighing, knowing I would have to start all over.

Andy squatted down next to me and I scooted away, only to have him scoot closer to me.

I look around for an excuse and see the old man that cleans up garbage around campas that we hear so many spooky stories about.

He leaned in close to my face, his lips lightly grazing my ear. "You know anything about that guy?"

"Uh...I-I...umm... heard he f-fell off the r-roof in senior year." I managed to say while he nibbled on my ear. "H-he's been working here ever s-since."

"Really?"

"Mmhmm." I bit my lip.

He set his hand on my upper thigh and I sorta flinched because I'm not used to any human contact.

"What you did was brave, Camille."

Can't a person just talk to me without bringing up the whole suicide thing? They're not gonna stop me.

"It makes me wonder what goes on it that mind of yours." His hair fell in front of his face.

I stayed silent and stared at the hand that was on my upper thigh and was now crawling to my inner thigh.

I cleared my throat uncomfortably and he rested his hand on my knee instead.

"I'd really like to see what makes that brain tick."

"Ummm... I'm not so sure about that..." I tensed up when he started drawing circles on my knees with his finger.

"You know, you're kinda awkward-cute."

I tried not to blush, but I failed miserably.

He chuckled and brushed the hair out of my face but I covered my head with my hood.

"Let me your face."

"Nooooo...."

I took the strings of my sweatshirt and pulled them making the corners of the hood seal.

"I'm leaving!" I shouted, even though it was muffled through the sweatshirt.

I pulled my hood open and down, slinging my backpack around my shoulder and running off with my camera to my chest.

"This isn't over!" He shouted.

"Oh I think it is my dear!"

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