Cameron did NOT appreciate how Trixie was laughing at her. She glared at the table instead of at the blonde. She didn't want to get in trouble - again. Stupid girl.

She crossed her arms over her chest and pouted a bit. Trixie was such a liar. "I did NOT do it on purpose!" And even if she had, it would've served the stupid girl RIGHT! HMPH. It wasn't FAIR! *pouttt*

Did she have reasons? DID SHE HAVE REASONS!? "Of course I'd have reasons to smack a baseball into her head. A million of them. A million and THREE" That was her definitive answer, chyeah? "But I'm not crazed. In fact, I'm sane enough to differentiate want between need. I want to throw a baseball in her direction but I'd get in trouble and my badge is more important to me than my selfish need to hit her with something really, really, really hard."

Man.. she sounded like a psychopath. But that was okay.

"But that's all really irrelevant. I didn't hit her on purpose. If she thinks I did, she's delusional and she's a chaser right? Soo.. likkee... why didn't she catch it?" Cameron paused for dramatic effect, eyeing the Professor. "Orrrr.. did she DELIBERATELY not catch it so she could PRETEND I'd hit her in the head on purpose, then smush my face with the beater's bat so she could render me unconscious so she could steal my -"

And that was where her spiel ended.

Steal her what? Ummmmmmmm...

*awkkkkkkward*