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"Two True Loves"
By: Jade Lightning, a.k.a. Inuyashas-hanyougirl
Chapter 1: On a Cool February Morning

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     It was February 3, 1997 in New Brook, North Carolina.  All of the tenth grade students at New Brook Christian High School were beginning to think about the Valentine’s Day Dance.  It was Monday and Camille Willshire was walking to class with her best friend Katrina Bradford.  Camille had brown hair and blue eyes.  She was very beautiful in both body and heart.  She was often winning both school and local beauty pageants.  She wasn’t vain however and was a sweet, down-to-earth girl.  She had many friends and was well liked by everybody.  She hadn’t said much about the Valentine’s Day Dance, also known as the Sweetheart’s Dance, but even she was wondering who were going to be the Valentine’s King and Queen for that year.

     Camille and Katrina currently didn’t have dates, but neither did the two guys that they had their eyes on.  They were Peter Thomson and William Hampton, whose nickname was Bill.  Bill Hampton was the millionaire of the school.  His family was the family who had built their town.  He had long, dirty blonde hair, which fell to just below his shoulders.  He claimed that it gave him luck in soccer, just as one might be superstitious over a pair of socks.  He was convinced of his hair being his lucky charm.  They had had a perfect year last year.  With over ninety-five percent of his team’s games last year being won without much effort, Bill was happy.  They were the best high school team in their state.  They outranked even the school football team.  Bill had led his school’s team to victory with his entry into ninth grade.  If anybody, Bill was happy with his team’s performance.

     Bill was often seen with his entire soccer team at his heels, but more often than not, you could spot him with his childhood friends, Peter Thomson and Joey Williamson.  Bill lived in a different part of the town entirely.  A gated community filled with millionaires.  Bill, Peter, and Joey however, were friends almost from birth.  Bill was the oldest of them being born on August 15, 1980.  Peter and Joey were both born in January of 1981.  Peter was the older of the two, being born on the tenth of the month.  Joey’s birthday was a little over a week later on January 19, 1981.  As for Camille and Katrina, Camille had been born on December 18, 1980.  Katrina had her birthday on March 22, 1981.  Bill and Camille had ended up in the same grade because of two things.  First of all, Bill had to wait until he was six before his mother sent him to school.  Secondly, Camille’s birthday was after the fall-line for students entering kindergarten, so she too had to wait until the following year.  This not only put Camille and Bill in the same grade, but also the same grade as their friends.

     Bill and Camille found friendship with each other immediately.  They were the oldest in their class, Bill being the oldest of the boys and Camille being the oldest of the girls.  The two realized that they had a lot in common.  They shared common interests, as many as could be shared between boys and girls at their age.  Camille hadn’t put much thought into soccer, but more into beauty pageants, a few of which she had already participated in.  Bill had already played for the city team.  He began to play as soon as he could join a team.  He was advancing quickly in his sport.  Bill would encourage Camille to try new things.  Camille listened and took up piano, continuing with her pageants.  Camille provided Bill with a cheering section as he began playing soccer again that year.  He later followed her interest in music by playing the drums, and later, the bass guitar.

     Camille introduced Bill to Joey, who lived in her neighborhood.  Both Bill and Joey played soccer and loved it too.  Peter joined the group of friends and soccer freaks, as they later called themselves, when he moved to New Brook in second grade.  At this time, another friend of Camille’s, Karie Woods, herself, and Katrina had become a threesome of best friends.  Bill had teamed up with Peter and Joey to form their league of musketeers.  It was about this time that Camille and Bill grew apart.  It was simply because of the bitter rivalry between boys and girls at their age.  Meanwhile, Camille and Bill both maintained their positions as the oldest and most respected in their class.  With the regular wars that the boys and girls would wage with each other on the playground every afternoon, Camille and Bill would lead their groups.  Finally, with elementary school finished, things would change.  Bill’s hair had grown long, Camille’s friend, Karie, had moved to Illinois, and the allure of junior high beckoned to the kids.

     Starting in sixth grade, Bill and Camille were put into the same class.  On their way to school, they remembered the rivalry between them.  Both had promised to each other to pick up where they left off, with Camille putting down Bill’s hair again, and Bill shouting, “Stupid girls!”, probably for the last time.  Nothing was different, at least they thought.  They saw each other, and immediately, love struck them.  Camille, with intent to make a joke about Bill’s hair, suddenly found it attractive.  It made him…well…cute.  Bill, dead set on hating her again, noticed only how she had grown up.  He noticed how beautiful she looked, remembering telling her how pretty she was when they first met in kindergarten.  Before they could reach each other, someone appeared.  It was a new student named Jeffery Mitchell.  Automatically, he announced that he would be called by Jeff and Jeff only.  He had his eyes set on Camille, but Bill had already captured her.  Bill, not wanting to lose his authority proclaimed that he was not to be called William anymore.  His name was officially Bill Hampton.  A bitter rivalry developed between the two, with Bill forever chasing his soccer dream, and Jeff opting to football as soon as his chance came.

     That was back in Junior High.  Now, they had survived and made it to Senior High, with Bill’s love for Camille only getting stronger.  He had changed.  He had gotten taller and stronger.  He was the biggest and tallest, and obviously strongest, still the best of his kind.  Camille was the tallest and thinnest, and still prettiest of the girls.  She and Bill were still the leaders, and people noticed it.  Bill had left ninth grade alone.  He was bound to ask Camille to the dance this year, and rekindle the friendship they had back in kindergarten.  He and Camille were so often together in various clubs and competitions, and yet they were far apart.  She would ever faithfully go to all of his soccer games, even if he didn’t know that she was there.  Bill would also sneak into all of her pageants as he had since kindergarten, whether she knew it or not.  They had no idea of the respect that they were giving each other, and the obvious love between them.  Bill had gotten famous in their town for music, and whenever he, Joey, and Peter would play, she was always there, and in his heart, he sang for her.  With Camille playing piano like the masters, Bill would watch in awe, and be ever supportive of his first friend, rival, and love.  Tenth grade was going to be different.  He was determined to tell Camille how he felt.  Jeff was in the other tenth grade class, making him less of a problem.  With a little less than two weeks until the dance, Bill was determined to make his move.

     That Monday on the third of February, Camille and Katrina made their way to class.  Camille sat down in her seat and Katrina sat behind her.  The two had barely gotten settled when Bill and his friends arrived.  Bill walked into the classroom with Joey and Peter behind him.  Bill let his long hair loose behind him.  He came in with his letterman jacket proudly bearing its letter and his black backpack slung over his left shoulder.  He sat down next to Camille which was his normal seat.  He hung his backpack over the back of his chair and set his binder on the desk in front of him.  After settling himself, he saw Camille looking at him. This wasn’t out of the ordinary, as with every morning, they exchanged their normal good mornings.  Camille saw Bill look back at her.  They didn’t say much to each other, but Camille looked at Bill.  There was something different about him that morning.  The expression on his face was different, like she had never seen before.  He smiled at her more sweetly than he ever had before.  Obviously, he liked her, Camille was sure of it.  He must be dying to ask her to the dance.  When would he ask her?

     That was exactly what Bill was going to do.  He liked her, yes he liked her.  He had liked her secretly ever since he met her.  He liked her a bit more in sixth grade and on through junior high.  He did want to ask her to the dance, but he had a plan, him being the kind of guy that he was.  He was about to say something, but the bell rang signaling the start of class.  Their teacher, Mrs. Richmond walked in, and class began.  Bill and Camille worked through the day until lunch.  Bill and his friends usually sat together, but as if planned, Peter and Joey, along with the rest of the soccer team, took off without Bill.  Bill laughed about it, like he didn’t know what had just happened.

     He turned to Camille and said, “Well, so much for that.  That’s okay, they can get along without me alright, and if they can’t, well, Lord help them.”  Camille giggled and laughed along with Bill.  Bill shook his head and then responded, “Anyway, that reminds me.  Will you eat with me in the courtyard today?  I thought it’d be nice if we sat together and talked, you know, alone?”

     Camille grew excited.  She was happy and yet shocked at the same time.  She may have been the most respected of the girls, and she may have been Bill’s oldest friend, but she was talking to the respected “Big man on Campus.”  He had gained so much status and power.  This was more than just the most popular guy in school talking to her however, she was talking to her oldest friend, the one who had backed her up and encouraged her to follow her dreams.  She looked into his chocolate brown eyes and smiled.  She picked up her lunch and said, “Sure, I’ll join you.  What’s the occasion?”

     Bill shook his head and laughed.  He picked up his letterman jacket and was about to put it on.  He stopped and looked at her, reaching for a sweater she had knitted herself the year before.  He grinned and looked at the scarf she had done for him as a Christmas present that year.  He put it on and looked at her.  He put a hand on her shoulder and she quickly looked at him.  He was considerably taller than her, himself standing to a height of six feet, five inches, while she stood tall at five feet, nine inches tall with a few inches left in her.  He fitted her scarf better around her neck and said, “What, do I have to have a reason?  Come on!  Yes, there’s a reason I want to sit with you.  I want to talk to you.  Come on, I’m dying to sit with you!”

   Before she could move, Bill shocked anyone left in the room and within viewing distance, by putting his letterman jacket on her shoulders, a luxury reserved only for a serious girlfriend.

     Bill made a quick stop at his locker for another jacket, before they made their way to the courtyard.  Halfway there, Bill began carrying his lunch in his left hand, using his right to take hold of Camille’s hand.  She held on to his hand and was happy.  Fellow classmates of their grade and others watched in awe.  Bill and Camille looked wonderful together.  They were the fairytale couple of the school, the kind you hear about in teenage romance novels.  Everyone who saw them couldn’t help but smile, especially the older eleventh and twelfth graders, who behind their smiles, couldn’t help but let out a small giggle, remembering the words exchanged between the two back in elementary school.

     Bill and Camille continued their walk down the hall, catching the sight and attention of everyone, including Jeff Mitchell, who watched ever enviously, losing more and more to Bill Hampton.  Jeff left them alone, he had the football team and that’s for sure.  Bill however, had majority on his side.  He played for the basketball team because of his height, so he had both the soccer and basketball team to back him up.  He also had the favor of the high school students as he played an important roll in the student body and was poised to be the president next year.  Jeff was outnumbered.  Bill was an impossible target.  Jeff’s mind was bent only on beating and hurting Bill.  He turned his thoughts to Camille.  She would provide the opportunity that Jeff needed for revenge.

Description
"Two True Loves"
By: Jade Lightning, a.k.a. Inuyashas-hanyougirl
Chapter 1: On a Cool February Morning

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     It was February 3, 1997 in New Brook, North Carolina.  All of the tenth grade students at New Brook Christian High School were beginning to think about the Valentine’s Day Dance.  It was Monday and Camille Willshire was walking to class with her best friend Katrina Bradford.  Camille had brown hair and blue eyes.  She was very beautiful in both body and heart.  She was often winning both school and local beauty pageants.  She wasn’t vain however and was a sweet, down-to-earth girl.  She had many friends and was well liked by everybody.  She hadn’t said much about the Valentine’s Day Dance, also known as the Sweetheart’s Dance, but even she was wondering who were going to be the Valentine’s King and Queen for that year.

     Camille and Katrina currently didn’t have dates, but neither did the two guys that they had their eyes on.  They were Peter Thomson and William Hampton, whose nickname was Bill.  Bill Hampton was the millionaire of the school.  His family was the family who had built their town.  He had long, dirty blonde hair, which fell to just below his shoulders.  He claimed that it gave him luck in soccer, just as one might be superstitious over a pair of socks.  He was convinced of his hair being his lucky charm.  They had had a perfect year last year.  With over ninety-five percent of his team’s games last year being won without much effort, Bill was happy.  They were the best high school team in their state.  They outranked even the school football team.  Bill had led his school’s team to victory with his entry into ninth grade.  If anybody, Bill was happy with his team’s performance.

     Bill was often seen with his entire soccer team at his heels, but more often than not, you could spot him with his childhood friends, Peter Thomson and Joey Williamson.  Bill lived in a different part of the town entirely.  A gated community filled with millionaires.  Bill, Peter, and Joey however, were friends almost from birth.  Bill was the oldest of them being born on August 15, 1980.  Peter and Joey were both born in January of 1981.  Peter was the older of the two, being born on the tenth of the month.  Joey’s birthday was a little over a week later on January 19, 1981.  As for Camille and Katrina, Camille had been born on December 18, 1980.  Katrina had her birthday on March 22, 1981.  Bill and Camille had ended up in the same grade because of two things.  First of all, Bill had to wait until he was six before his mother sent him to school.  Secondly, Camille’s birthday was after the fall-line for students entering kindergarten, so she too had to wait until the following year.  This not only put Camille and Bill in the same grade, but also the same grade as their friends.

     Bill and Camille found friendship with each other immediately.  They were the oldest in their class, Bill being the oldest of the boys and Camille being the oldest of the girls.  The two realized that they had a lot in common.  They shared common interests, as many as could be shared between boys and girls at their age.  Camille hadn’t put much thought into soccer, but more into beauty pageants, a few of which she had already participated in.  Bill had already played for the city team.  He began to play as soon as he could join a team.  He was advancing quickly in his sport.  Bill would encourage Camille to try new things.  Camille listened and took up piano, continuing with her pageants.  Camille provided Bill with a cheering section as he began playing soccer again that year.  He later followed her interest in music by playing the drums, and later, the bass guitar.

     Camille introduced Bill to Joey, who lived in her neighborhood.  Both Bill and Joey played soccer and loved it too.  Peter joined the group of friends and soccer freaks, as they later called themselves, when he moved to New Brook in second grade.  At this time, another friend of Camille’s, Karie Woods, herself, and Katrina had become a threesome of best friends.  Bill had teamed up with Peter and Joey to form their league of musketeers.  It was about this time that Camille and Bill grew apart.  It was simply because of the bitter rivalry between boys and girls at their age.  Meanwhile, Camille and Bill both maintained their positions as the oldest and most respected in their class.  With the regular wars that the boys and girls would wage with each other on the playground every afternoon, Camille and Bill would lead their groups.  Finally, with elementary school finished, things would change.  Bill’s hair had grown long, Camille’s friend, Karie, had moved to Illinois, and the allure of junior high beckoned to the kids.

     Starting in sixth grade, Bill and Camille were put into the same class.  On their way to school, they remembered the rivalry between them.  Both had promised to each other to pick up where they left off, with Camille putting down Bill’s hair again, and Bill shouting, “Stupid girls!”, probably for the last time.  Nothing was different, at least they thought.  They saw each other, and immediately, love struck them.  Camille, with intent to make a joke about Bill’s hair, suddenly found it attractive.  It made him…well…cute.  Bill, dead set on hating her again, noticed only how she had grown up.  He noticed how beautiful she looked, remembering telling her how pretty she was when they first met in kindergarten.  Before they could reach each other, someone appeared.  It was a new student named Jeffery Mitchell.  Automatically, he announced that he would be called by Jeff and Jeff only.  He had his eyes set on Camille, but Bill had already captured her.  Bill, not wanting to lose his authority proclaimed that he was not to be called William anymore.  His name was officially Bill Hampton.  A bitter rivalry developed between the two, with Bill forever chasing his soccer dream, and Jeff opting to football as soon as his chance came.

     That was back in Junior High.  Now, they had survived and made it to Senior High, with Bill’s love for Camille only getting stronger.  He had changed.  He had gotten taller and stronger.  He was the biggest and tallest, and obviously strongest, still the best of his kind.  Camille was the tallest and thinnest, and still prettiest of the girls.  She and Bill were still the leaders, and people noticed it.  Bill had left ninth grade alone.  He was bound to ask Camille to the dance this year, and rekindle the friendship they had back in kindergarten.  He and Camille were so often together in various clubs and competitions, and yet they were far apart.  She would ever faithfully go to all of his soccer games, even if he didn’t know that she was there.  Bill would also sneak into all of her pageants as he had since kindergarten, whether she knew it or not.  They had no idea of the respect that they were giving each other, and the obvious love between them.  Bill had gotten famous in their town for music, and whenever he, Joey, and Peter would play, she was always there, and in his heart, he sang for her.  With Camille playing piano like the masters, Bill would watch in awe, and be ever supportive of his first friend, rival, and love.  Tenth grade was going to be different.  He was determined to tell Camille how he felt.  Jeff was in the other tenth grade class, making him less of a problem.  With a little less than two weeks until the dance, Bill was determined to make his move.

     That Monday on the third of February, Camille and Katrina made their way to class.  Camille sat down in her seat and Katrina sat behind her.  The two had barely gotten settled when Bill and his friends arrived.  Bill walked into the classroom with Joey and Peter behind him.  Bill let his long hair loose behind him.  He came in with his letterman jacket proudly bearing its letter and his black backpack slung over his left shoulder.  He sat down next to Camille which was his normal seat.  He hung his backpack over the back of his chair and set his binder on the desk in front of him.  After settling himself, he saw Camille looking at him. This wasn’t out of the ordinary, as with every morning, they exchanged their normal good mornings.  Camille saw Bill look back at her.  They didn’t say much to each other, but Camille looked at Bill.  There was something different about him that morning.  The expression on his face was different, like she had never seen before.  He smiled at her more sweetly than he ever had before.  Obviously, he liked her, Camille was sure of it.  He must be dying to ask her to the dance.  When would he ask her?

     That was exactly what Bill was going to do.  He liked her, yes he liked her.  He had liked her secretly ever since he met her.  He liked her a bit more in sixth grade and on through junior high.  He did want to ask her to the dance, but he had a plan, him being the kind of guy that he was.  He was about to say something, but the bell rang signaling the start of class.  Their teacher, Mrs. Richmond walked in, and class began.  Bill and Camille worked through the day until lunch.  Bill and his friends usually sat together, but as if planned, Peter and Joey, along with the rest of the soccer team, took off without Bill.  Bill laughed about it, like he didn’t know what had just happened.

     He turned to Camille and said, “Well, so much for that.  That’s okay, they can get along without me alright, and if they can’t, well, Lord help them.”  Camille giggled and laughed along with Bill.  Bill shook his head and then responded, “Anyway, that reminds me.  Will you eat with me in the courtyard today?  I thought it’d be nice if we sat together and talked, you know, alone?”

     Camille grew excited.  She was happy and yet shocked at the same time.  She may have been the most respected of the girls, and she may have been Bill’s oldest friend, but she was talking to the respected “Big man on Campus.”  He had gained so much status and power.  This was more than just the most popular guy in school talking to her however, she was talking to her oldest friend, the one who had backed her up and encouraged her to follow her dreams.  She looked into his chocolate brown eyes and smiled.  She picked up her lunch and said, “Sure, I’ll join you.  What’s the occasion?”

     Bill shook his head and laughed.  He picked up his letterman jacket and was about to put it on.  He stopped and looked at her, reaching for a sweater she had knitted herself the year before.  He grinned and looked at the scarf she had done for him as a Christmas present that year.  He put it on and looked at her.  He put a hand on her shoulder and she quickly looked at him.  He was considerably taller than her, himself standing to a height of six feet, five inches, while she stood tall at five feet, nine inches tall with a few inches left in her.  He fitted her scarf better around her neck and said, “What, do I have to have a reason?  Come on!  Yes, there’s a reason I want to sit with you.  I want to talk to you.  Come on, I’m dying to sit with you!”

   Before she could move, Bill shocked anyone left in the room and within viewing distance, by putting his letterman jacket on her shoulders, a luxury reserved only for a serious girlfriend.

     Bill made a quick stop at his locker for another jacket, before they made their way to the courtyard.  Halfway there, Bill began carrying his lunch in his left hand, using his right to take hold of Camille’s hand.  She held on to his hand and was happy.  Fellow classmates of their grade and others watched in awe.  Bill and Camille looked wonderful together.  They were the fairytale couple of the school, the kind you hear about in teenage romance novels.  Everyone who saw them couldn’t help but smile, especially the older eleventh and twelfth graders, who behind their smiles, couldn’t help but let out a small giggle, remembering the words exchanged between the two back in elementary school.

     Bill and Camille continued their walk down the hall, catching the sight and attention of everyone, including Jeff Mitchell, who watched ever enviously, losing more and more to Bill Hampton.  Jeff left them alone, he had the football team and that’s for sure.  Bill however, had majority on his side.  He played for the basketball team because of his height, so he had both the soccer and basketball team to back him up.  He also had the favor of the high school students as he played an important roll in the student body and was poised to be the president next year.  Jeff was outnumbered.  Bill was an impossible target.  Jeff’s mind was bent only on beating and hurting Bill.  He turned his thoughts to Camille.  She would provide the opportunity that Jeff needed for revenge.