CAMILLA RENÉE
I was dumbstruck at his words, my lips could barely mumble a reply. Even if I wanted to, who would I reply to first? Dylan shamelessly yelled my name from afar, getting the attention of anyone who cared to look, and they were a lot due to his popularity, or should I reply to my boyfriend first? He's curious to know why Dylan Emerton saw me butt naked, literally.
I just want to crawl into a hole then disappear. I'm so confused.
Kyle's hands disengaged from mine, forcing me to make a headstart on my decision. He's hurt. I turned back and met .the look of pain and hurt on his face. I turned again shooting a massive glare at Dylan, he replied with a smirk as he strode away. That's his plan? Chaos? Disrupt my quiet and peaceful life. He didn't want or need anything except to make me seem like a complete fool in front of my boyfriend, now he's left a huge mess, but Dylan doesn't care. It's all fun and games for him. Nothing more than that.
"Tell me he's lying."
His voice shook me, bouncing me out of my internal rant and thoughts of revenge. I never meant to hurt Kyle. It was a genuine mistake, but Kyle would not hear the end of it, he wouldn't believe me even if I spoke nothing but the truth, not to mention he was on the verge of losing it.
I’ve never seen him this angry. In two years, this was the first time he couldn't meet my gaze. It hurt more than I expected.
"Kyle, I can explain please," I said, it sounded stupidly cliche, but I couldn't figure out anything else other than a plea in a bit to pacify him. It backfired, he scoffed and my words only seemed to rile him up.
"Tell me he's lying."
He raised his voice a little and I shuddered.
"Camilla." He called out, eyes watering, hands shaking by his side, he let out another scoff, then ran a few fingers through his hair and out. I was going to lose him. I'll lose him except I say something.
"My dad had no other option but to live with the Emerton. We were devastated, confused, frightened, and extremely tired after the fire. When Mr Emerton offered help, we took it. I didn't know it was then until we were in the car, I couldn't oppose or put my ridiculous feelings first. I had to comply. I got there, we didn't see each other, I went upstairs, took off my clothes for a shower to get the stench of fire off my skin, When I walked out, I tied the towel across my chest, he appeared out of nowhere, I didn't know he stood behind me, the towel just slips and he saw my naked butt, only for like three seconds I swear."
Once again, I told a partial truth to cover my ass and not add gasoline to a fire. We've had too many of those recently. If Kyle thinks it was a mutual mistake, he may not probe further. I hope he doesn't. Sincerely. My head is spinning and it isn't even first period yet.
"He saw you naked." He stated in a low tone. That's all he picked? Not naked-naked. Just my butt. Surely I didn't say those to him.
"I know, it’ll never happen again I swear." I caressed his cheeks and he groaned. Please drop this.
"Promise me you'll stay away from him."
He pleaded, reaching for my hand, inching closer. I gulped and thought of it.
"Dylan and I have no business at all, the second we get our house back, I'm out of there so you don't have to worry."
I gulped. “He said promise...”
My subconscious added. I shook my head knowing exactly what I did. Avoid and evade. I don't make promises I'm certain that I won't keep. Even if I tried, the truth remains; I can't stay away from Dylan. I just hope Kyle doesn't get hurt in the crossfire.
"Ok." He muttered slowly placing his lips on mine. The short kiss lasted a few seconds, then he pulled away and slung his arm over my shoulder. Maybe it's due to the fight we just had, but it felt dry. I'm having a headache. It's not even Monday.
"Let's get to class," I whispered holding his hand. He seemed hesitant but grabbed mine as we walked to class.
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**CAMILLA**Classes went great except for the fact that Kyle was being extra all through. I get the fact that he's my boyfriend, I'm all his and all, but after the encounter with Dylan, a switch in his head tunned up a bit. For instance, he was being overprotective. I liked guys marking their territory, but not in excess. I'm not a caged dog.He refused to let me out of his sight for even a second and he was driving me nuts, not to mention shooting death glares at guys, most of them who were my friends and simply wanted to say hi. It was becoming annoying, I tried to understand his fears, but I might snap any moment from now. I just can't with him.Thankfully, it was lunch break and I headed to the cafeteria, he trailed behind. I stopped abruptly, turning around to glare at him. Kyle doesn't eat lunch ninety per cent of times with me. He's busy with practice for his extra curricular activities. It gets choking sometimes with him, so l
**CAMILLA**In the next few seconds, he had taken a few steps forward and gripped my hand. In shock, I gasped and wriggled, he held me tighter, and reached for the other, pulling me forward, so I ended up fully in his grip.This was the guy I'm supposed to stay away from? As I said, that wouldn't be possible. I cleared my throat, trying to break free from his grip. He wants me to say something, lose my head and voice out so he could smirk in victory. No. I will not give him that much victory. "Camilla?" He called in a soft tone. I forgot my decision of merely three seconds ago as my insides were melting into goo at the sound of his voice.He might have forgotten what happened but I relive it every day, I Try to forget but it seems impossible and being so close to him brings all the feelings back in full force. I can't let him get into my head again, I'm in love with Kyle and not frocking around with another guy. This is
**CAMILLA** I jumped on him, the goal was to try to pin him down. He kept giggling, due to my indirect tickling, or it could turn out as my advances and actions were amusing to Dylan. The latter fits his personality better. I got more annoyed and threw punches on every part of his body that I could."Say you’re sorry."I commanded, this was tiring, but I didn't want to back down without securing anything for myself.Instead of apologising as I asked, he chuckled, His stupid dreamy eyes twinkling with excitement. What did I say a second ago?My eyes shifted from his and to the position we were in. I was straddling him and his hands were extremely close to my ass. That explains his excitement and eagerness not to leave anytime soon.I blushed furiously, trying to get off him, he only pushed back and our faces were almost touching. I gulped trying to keep my eyes off his lips. Don't give into temptation. This is what he want
**CAMILLA**In the midst of everything, I thought quickly and acted fast. The first thing I did was check the situation. Dylan had the narrative since everyone looked up at him and the lies he had to tell.I got off the bike immediately, brushing past the students who had just gathered to watch the scene playing out in front of them. They enjoyed it more than dance parties or prom nights, especially on issues concerning the school nerds and the players. Take a dynamic duo, not to mention the power couple of the Century.If only I gave two shits about them, their thoughts, or words. I didn't.I had bigger fish to fry, more important things on my mind. I was strictly on the verge of losing him.I ran towards Kyle, who was running in the opposite direction, trying to get as far away from me as humanly possible. For good reasons, his girlfriend now lives with a guy who has a record of screwing half the girls in school. He saw her butt naked, and the day after she arrived clinging to him on
**CAMILLA**It was my way of gaining a sense of control if any still existed. Get a grip on my anger or quench it at least. Either way, I'm going to kill him with my bare hands, I'll squeeze that stupid neck of his till it snaps then breaks. I'll choke him until he gasps for air, he won't be able to breathe and even then I won't feel pity nor stop for a damn thing. He'll pay for doing this. I'll multiply the pain I'm in ten folds before serving it on his plate.I didn't do anything. Not to him at least. Sure I wrong a whole bunch of other people, just not him. Why does he intend on ruining my life?Fuck. I'm so mad. Enough talk, it's time for action. He's dead. Dylan is dead.I knew where he was. The fucking soccer pitch. That's where I'm headed to. I don't give two shits who overhears or how they take the news. Hell the entire school can figure out we live together, I don't care. He made those rules then broke them, it's no bother if I do so myse
**CAMILLA**It'll be the words of a liar if I say this current position wasn't getting me aroused, or I didn't like how we were in the moment.I did like it. A lot. Not only was this exceptionally hot, but this was also the first time anyone has ever made me feel wanted. I'm spouting rubbish in some way, but I don't see any way to properly describe it aside from these words.Sure as hell I was caught up in my thoughts and not what was happening, but I could tell his eyes were fixated on mine, I tried to look away but I just couldn’t. It was like my eyes had a mind of their own and they ended up moving back to meet his, I was getting lost in them until I heard whistles. First just one and then it was almost as if they competed for who could whistle the loudest.I turned back to see most of the guys from the soccer team staring at us, they were the ones whistling, if that wasn't enough, being caught by more than a dozen boys pinned to the
**CAMILLA**In some way, I fought to find the hidden meanings behind those words. It was Dylan, it couldn't have been that plain, there's something tucked away, I just can't see it yet.He wants me to accompany him to this event. That almost makes it seem like...Was Dylan Emerton asking me out on a date or something? That can’t be possible. I'm in over my head, but then again bringing someone to an event signifies asking the person out on a date, he also said it'll be less boring if I'm around.Could I be overthinking it?There's the other option. He's said this before and I believe him at this point.Seeing as his parents are trying to make me feel comfortable and at ease, they might have put him up to this, Dylan can't say no to them. Apart from the "parent" title, they can cut him off from everything he needs to keep up the bad boy lifestyle, his credit cards will be shut down, no clothes, no flaunting money around, and no gi
**CAMILLA**I held on loosely, if I grabbed him even an inch tighter I would remember leaning into him on his bare abs, he took a hard turn. On impulse, I fell into his chest and those memories came flooding.Luckily, the house was right in front of us.He stopped his bike and I jumped down like the seats were on fire. They were in some way.I walked briskly towards the door eager to get in, take a warm shower and hopefully forget all these crazy memories. I've been suppressing them so why are they resurfacing? Why now?My hands were on the doorknob when Dylan pulled them away, My formerly cold hands became hot as warmth spread through them where he touched me. I turned to face him and my eyes met with his.This isn't good. Those eyes were my weakness. If I hung on, I'd get flooded with more memories. That's exactly what happened. As I stared, it was that night all over again.Our glass clinging against the other, his eyes fixed on mine as we gulped