Is Camille going Cray Cray?

Thank you for reading my chapter I have never really written much before, but I really enjoyed the chapters that UCakeordeath (who graciously gave me his blessing to continue it) had written and wanted to add to it. If people like it, I will try and continue I have a unique way I would like to take it.

I walked down the hallway accompanied by Lara's father with his laptop in hand. He was sort of giving me this strange feeling I couldn’t quite place my finger on, like I was being watched or something.

“Did he really come in to check on Lara? Why did he bring the computer if that was the case?”

I took notice of the walls littered with pictures showcasing the history of the Rindquist family. It was so odd to me that he kept up the yearly family photos taken before the divorce. I always joked you could run down the hall and see Lara’s rear inflate like a balloon in the Christmas card style photo shoots her mom insisted on doing.

“Wonder where that butt even came from. Her mother is so thin. Maybe a grandmother?” I pondered for only a moment before Lara’s dad spoke up taking me out of my stupor.

“Again, you’re welcome to stay in the kitchen with me Camille, until your ride gets here” he said motioning to a seat.

I was not really wanting to sit by Lara’s Dad until Georgia got here but I looked down at my watch and speak of the devil she messaged me.

“Hey girlie, only a few minutes away. You and Lara ready? Tyler won’t wait all night for you lol” the tiny screen flashed.

Rolling my eyes “What is with these girls, and Tyler I mention one time, say his hair is nice and all of a sudden I love the guy” I thought about leaving her on read till she got here but I needed to make her aware of the Lara issue though.

“Haha, he doesn’t care about me George. Also, big issue with Lara. She fell asleep. I don’t know if she is tagging along with us or not.” She hated when I called her George so I knew it would ruffle her feathers.

“Lol shut up Cammie! You know I hate that name and fell asleep? It’s barely 6:30? What happened? She wanted to go to this party more than us. Heck, Mitzi and Stephanie were coming back into town for this, just to see her.”

“You see what ha-happened was...” I started to type out what did happen in her room before Mr. Rindquist came in, but I had trouble thinking of why she was spread out and asleep on the floor. I just let what I did remember spill out to the text.

“You see what ha-happened was... And I know this is going to sound crazy, but Lara was showing me this dance and she tripped and knocked herself over and while helping her up I fell. Then for some reason kept putting her butt in my face I think and then she tried to put on shorts, but they were to small and she just got worn out and passed out”

“ಠ_ಠ wat?”

“I’ll try and explain it later just hurry up. Her dad is a perv and I don’t like being alone with him so just get here. He keeps messing with this strange program and talking to himself.”

“Uhhh okay . . I’m about 20 mins out.”

Focusing on the room again I noticed Mr. Rindquist hard at work on his computer. “I don’t know what that strange program is but it is making him act weirder than usual. I can’t help but wonder what it is But I guess I won’t just stand in the middle of the room.”

“Fine Mr. Rindquist you have me until Lara wakes up for Georgia gets here.”

“Thanks Camille that should be plenty of time” he said sort of smiling at me.

Not really wanting to think about what the heck that meant, I sat myself down at the table leaning to the side of the chair facing the strange man and staring at my phone to pass the time. “It’s a good thing I was wearing shorts so he couldn’t get a view of anything but my legs.”

“What the heck does BBL mean?” Mr. Rindquist sort of mumbled.

“Was he looking at the Brain rot thing he mention earlier still? Or wait I hope he wasn’t looking at porn right in front of me, just ew.. ?” If he looked up, he would see an absolutely disgusted look on my face.

BBL +10

I adjusted my skirt as I rose slightly in my seat. “Did Mr. Rindquist know my secret?” That comment about the BBL had to have been a one off at me “I hadn’t been just going to the gym I had some work done” I thought. “I didn’t have much to take from other places for it though it did allow me to finally have a flat stomach though.”

“Nothing I guess maybe go big or go home?” Lara’s dad mumbled.

BBL +50 BBL +75 BOWMF.

I had to stand up momentarily to adjust my skirt. “Ever since the last surgery my butt just eats whatever article of clothing, I put over it.” I think before quickly sitting down to avoid giving any unwanted attention the creep in front of me.

“I know he was trying to check out my ass if he’s mentioning a BBL, who could blame him though it does kind of just kind of hang out there.” While patting my skirt down I can’t help but notice how skinny my legs look by comparison.

“I mean when your best friend has an ass like Lara you have to do something to compete, and that fat has to come from somewhere.”

I did hate how much I have to adjust my clothes ever since I had the procedure done. “I really need to redo my wardrobe but who has the money for that after getting to work this good done.” My skirt was so bunched up even after adjusting I had to be giving Mr. Rindquist quite the view. It didn’t help I went down in all sizes but my hips thanks to my now perfect cheeks.

I didn’t want him to give him a show though “just yuck “I thought as I tried my best to push down on my tight skirt into my thighs.

I looked back over to him and trying to be snide and call him out I said “I’m sorry, a BBL? Is that what you said?”

Mr. Rindquist turned, and his eyes were almost bulging out of his head when he looked over. He turned quickly back to his computer hoping I didn’t catch him trying to get an eye full. “—cough cough- -Camille do you know what ‘Demure’ means? They're so many words here I have never even heard of.” He said trying to change the subject.

“First BBL, now Demure, what is this strange program.” I thought. “Umm ‘Demure’ is like a shy, modest or meeker person. Why?” I said looking back at my phone.

“Wellllllll” he drew out his response “it says here that your ‘Demure’ level is about 43 but let’s drop it down and see what that does.”

-15 'Demure' -25 'Demure'

“What are you even talking about. First you mention your daughters ‘Gyat level’ and now my ‘Demure level’ you need to chill and not act like a perv.” I unloaded at him maybe louder than was needed. He was really creeping me out though and this loser deserved it. I was sick of him eyeing me. I was so steamed up at the way he kept leering and the fact he mentioned a BBL, most likely talking about my BBL, I couldn’t hold it back any more.

Ding

“Oh, what’s this? It noticed I dropped the Demure down so low it’s recommending I boost your ‘Bougie’ to make the change more noticeable. Sure, why not. What are you at now? 10? That seems low. Let’s turn it to the opposite ratio of your Demure level keep things balanced.”

Mr. Rindquist wasn’t fazed by what I had said and started talking to himself again. I couldn’t hold back my eye roll and sigh. Lara often chastised me for the fact that I couldn’t watch my mouth and became rather tactless, when I saw something, I didn’t like. I just wasn’t that type of person, and she hated how many fights and arguments it caused. I don’t know why I waited this long to go off on her dad. I don’t care if we lose this spot to pregame at if this is what I have to put up with this ogling and..

+80 Bougie

. . In what world does some think loser divorcee pervert have any right to even look in the direction of someone with class or an ass like mine. My outfit might be a tad skimpy, but my mini skirt and micro cami came from the finest European designers, and it didn’t give him any right to talk to me the way he has been. “I am Camille Alexandria Petridis, and my family has both the heritage and the money to deserve respect.”

I stood up and announced that “I’m going to wait outside by the door until Georgia gets here. If Lara wakes up send her out but don’t wait up.”

Strutting off quickly made sure to grab my Fur coat on the rack I dropped off. “I know it is probably too warm for something like this, but I want to make sure I had it just in case it got cold later.”

As soon I made my way through the door, I remembered the bag of shots. I could have slapped myself in the face. So much for a dramatic exit.

“Fuck me, he better not try anything last thing I want is him to come on to me or something.” I said aloud before realizing I wasn’t alone. There was an older woman staring at me as she got her keys out of her purse. She was trying to get into her condo next door. Miss. Caddel was I think her name. I had seen her a few times before when I came over. She had called the cops on Lara and me that one time we were playing the latest album from the Riottesters to loud. Ever since then I’ve done my best to avoid her.

-10 Demure +10 Bougie

Quickly spinning around to let myself back in to grab the liquor from fridge. “Is everything oka..” Miss Caddel started to say however I slammed the door cutting her off.

Click click click my heels made quite the loud clicks as they went across the cheap linoleum walking back into the kitchen.

“Back already?” Mr. Rindquist joked without even looking up from his computer. “I thought I was a perv? Just when you thought you were out though you got pulled back in. Would you like to help me test more of this wonderful program Cammie?"

"You don’t get to call me Cammie. I don’t even let my friends call me that. This program is just some depraved thing Lara's cousin sent not something I can help you "Test”‘ I shouted back. Reaching the fridge, I snatched the door open and looked where Lara had placed the bottles. I thought to myself “Maybe I should see what this great program is for myself. I deserve to have it more that he does.”

When all of a sudden my thoughts were broken up again, because there was a knock on the door.