"I'm Emily, by the way," she said as she painted Cameron's fingernails.
"Amelia," Amelia said.
"Cameron, but you can call me Cam," said Cam.
"Cam, that's so cute," Amelia said happily. "So Cam, what kind of music do you like."
"Rock. I'm even learning to play the bass guitar."
"Like Amberly, our squad mate. You kinda look like Amber," Emily laughed. "But with shorter hair and less feminine."
"She is so sweet and helpful. She wasn't feeling well yesterday but said she would be here today."
The three made small talk, with Cameron feeling nervous about letting Emily paint his nails and about sitting next to two of the most popular girls in school. They seemed to like him well enough, but it was hard to tell with his eyes closed.
Every now and again, there would be a pause in the conversation, and the two girls would giggle, saying it was nothing, followed by Emily starting another coat of nail polish.
As Cameron let his nails dry, eyes still closed, he heard a phone buzz followed by a concerned "Oh no" from Amelia. "Amberly, the girl we were telling you about, she got worse. She started throwing up, poor thing."
"Well, that's not good," Emily said. "She was going to play the bass guitar at ... the ... assembly." Emily paused.
Cam heard the two girls shift and whisper something he couldn't make out.
"Hay Cam," you can open your eyes now.
Cam opened his eyes and froze at the sight of his fingernails, now sparkly silver and blue, the school's colors, and rhinestones on the nail of his ring fingers. "That is ... more than I expected."
"They're gorgeous," Emily said. "Maybe like how you could look after some make-up..."
There was an awkward pause.
"We need someone to fill in for Amber, and you can play, right? No one needs to know it was you." Amelia added.
"I'm not against playing, but ..." Camren paused, still surprised by the sight of his nails. Now it sounded like the girls were asking him to put on makeup and pretend to be this Amber girl. He took a deep breath. "I will not dress up like a girl in front of the whole school."
"Come on, Cam," Amelia held up her phone, showing a picture of an admittedly cute redhead in a cheer outfit. "Just think, this poor girl is stick and throwing up, and her biggest regret is her cheer team will do a little music number in front of the whole school without a bass backing them up." She looked at Cam with pleading eyes.
"Just think Cam," Emily jumped in, putting her knee against Cam's, making him turn pink. "You could be her hero. You could be our hero, too."
Amelia took his hand in both of hers, and his face went from pink to red. "And we need a hero, Cam."
"Okay, I can tell you're trying to manipulate me," Cam said, flustered.
"Is it working?" Emily asked.
Cam did not respond.
Emily leaned in and said, "You'll get out of all your classes today."
"Okay, fine," Cam caved.
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