"Relax Kelly we're seniors." Marco teased. "We can afford some leeway here and there."
"Says the guy who just stuck his hands in the trash." Kelly snapped back before tossing the baby wipes at the chuckling Marco.
Marco then looked over at Terry, who was seemingly lost in thought.
"Uh, Terry, you good?" Marco asked.
"Yeah Terry why are you looking at that thing... did I not wipe it well?" Kelly added.
Terry then looked up and smirked.
"Say cheese you two." He laughed before lifting the camera up and snapping a photo.
FLASH
Terry was taken aback by just how bright the camera's flash was. He then shrugged it off, attributing it to its age. He thought something might’ve gone wrong when the photo took a while to produce, but once the photo came out Terry was relieved nothing seemed amiss.
On the left of the photo was Kyle Jacobs, the school’s star quarterback. He was roughly 6 feet tall, had curly brown hair, a tight jaw and a decent figure. Terry couldn't help but also peak at the large bulge in his tight pants. He also wore the school's football jersey with a number 5 on it. In the photo, Kyle was flexing his right arm showing his defined muscles (which Terry didn’t mind), while his left arm was holding the person on the right tightly.
Speaking of her, the girl on the right was Maria Hotulke, Kyle’s girlfriend and head of the school’s cheerleading team. She was barely over 5 foot 5 with dark, wavy long hair, a cute round face, and a fairly curvy body. She had large breasts, probably just D cups, and nice legs that even Terry could appreciate. She was a proud Latina, had makeup on, and was dressed in the school's cheerleading outfit. Maria was up on her toes, tightly holding onto Kyle’s left arm as she pressed her lips into his cheek.
“Looks like it still works guys,” Terry announced to the couple. “It came out pretty good.”
“Ooh, let me see!” Chirped Maria, letting go of Kyle and inspecting the photo. “Wow! We look maravilloso! Is this gonna be in the yearbook?”
“Nah babe, it’s a polaroid camera. It only prints physical photos.” Kyle reminded her.
“Yeah, and we can only use digital photos for the yearbook too.” Terry continued.
“Hmph.” Pouted Maria, crossing her arms under her boobs, bouncing them a little as she did.
“So is this all you’ve been doing during lunch? Going around and finding things to take photos of for the yearbook?” Kyle asked Terry.
“Yep, normally there’s a few us but today though it's only been me.” Replied Terry, noticing the strange lack of helpers he was feeling today. The feeling seemed to strengthen too the moment after he took the photo of Kyle and Maria.
“So uh, what about you guys? What’d you do for lunch?” He asked back, trying to shake the feeling from his head.
“Oh! Well, we did… stuff.” Kyle said, a bit red in the cheek.
Maria purred, resting her head on his shoulder. “And you did that stuff *very* well. You could say I was certainly pleased afterwards.”
“BABE! I thought we weren’t gonna tell any-.” Kyle began before he was interrupted by the sound of a classroom door opening.
"Shhhh, be quiet, there are students taking a test in here." The red headed Mrs Abbott quietly yelled from her classroom.
"S-sorry." Kyle apologized, quickly moving his hand from where it had been.
"I'm watching you Kyle Jacobs, just because you're the fancy quarterback or whatever doesn't mean you can do whatever you want." She scolded before glancing towards Maria. "That goes for your cheerleader girlfriend too. You hear that Maria? Now, please be quiet." She scolded before retreating back inside.
“You guys should probably head off. Don’t wanna cause you any more trouble.” Terry suggested.
Kyle pulled out his cellphone to check the time. “Yeah, you’re right. Maria and I have got English with Miss Hudson next and you KNOW how she gets when you’re late.” Kyle took Maria’s hand and the two began walking down the hallway. “See ya 'round man.”
“Adios Terry. Gracias for the pic!” Maria waved bye to him before refocusing her attention on her boyfriend.
“No worries, bye guys.” Terry said, unaware he was watching his former friends walk away, leaving him alone with that strange feeling still. He knew it had something to do with this camera he found, but he just wasn’t sure what exactly about it that made him feel so uneasy. Perhaps if he took some more photos with it, he’d feel less anxious about it. Unfortunately for Terry, the ‘Awareness’ setting was still off, so neither he nor the camera's subjects would remember anything.