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Back And Forth [I&II]
Crystal OduwaWe might be getting some Dylan—Camilla action in the next few chapters since clearly, we all hate Jimmy. I think he's sweet though. He may end up getting the girl *wink* Fingers crossed.
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Living With The Player Back And Forth[III]
DYLAN EMERTONTUESDAY."What are you doing here?"She tensions, yanking away from my hold. Losing contact feels like blood being oozed away from my body."This is a library. You're not the only one who reads Camilla.""You came here to read?"She questions, sprouting disbelief."So hard to believe that I can.""Yes."She lashes out. I came here to read. Then I began watching her for at least half an hour."What did you tell Claire about me?"Claire? A better question did Claire tell Camilla about me?"What are you talking about?""Answering a question with another question could either be two things. You're trying to see how bad the situation is by getting me to divulge more information or you're genuinely stupid. In your case, I think it's both."She crosses her arm underneath her chest; the book lingering out from one end."So vicious Cam. So very harsh.""Don't call me that."She sparks. I take a step forward and she withdraws."Don't call you what?"I slide my head, mirroring a smi
Living With The Player The Wedding Party [I]
CAMILLA RENÉE TUESDAY. I plunge the bottled water over my bed and slid down, but my whole body still wriggles and relive the last fifty minutes of my life. Verity be told. I didn't think I'll make it past the section of the library without melting or floating across the floor, but I did. I could even say a greeting to the distraught librarian, I could dig out my cell phone—order an Uber and subsist by the sidewalk, peeping over my shoulder, half predicting him to show up again. I ordered pizza and went back to the dorms. I just finished devouring, drank a lot of water. Despite that, I can't get him out of my system. Everything makes me recall. My clothes have an imprint of his smell from the number of times he pressed us against each other. My arms, legs, cheeks, and lips are yet to recover from his being. Curse him for making it feel that good. I
Living With The Player The Wedding Party [II]
DYLAN EMERTON THURSDAY. "Two days. I lingered for two fucking days. Sleepless night. Condemning myself. Hurling. Veering around. Hell and back. I survived till this day all under the consolation of being able to have her close all weekend and she's going with fucking Jimmy!? How does one un-alive another human being?" I can't disguise anything. My emotions are on full display and fuck, I do not give a shit. "Jimmy. You're going with him? Your parents know?" I clench my jaw, wishing I were near enough to hear her heart rate. Is it scampering like mine? "They said I could bring a plus one. It'll be a good time for them to meet him." Like hell. I fastened my fists by my side, grimacing intensely. She better take back every word. Fucking Jimmy. Meet her parents? They've barely been dating for a two weeks?
Living With The Player The Wedding Party[III]
DYLAN EMERTON"It's late and it must waste us all from the trip. Why don't we have a good night's recess, then prepare for the wedding tomorrow?"Mrs Renée proposed. Her husband didn't take an appreciation to it, giving a shrewd look at his daughter and Boy. Friend. Oh, the weekend drama."Yes, I think that's a decent idea"My mother agreed, elbowing dad to join her in—which he did."Camilla, I got you a dress for the wedding since I wasn't sure if you packed any. It's on your bed. As for your boyfriend..."Her distortion at the very mention is enough to put comedians out of their business. I could double over in laughter, but I have a suspicion there's more to come."That's fine. He can book his room."Camilla tries to keep a straight face, but with her dad's grunt and mombling words along the line of "damn straight, he can" I have to bite my lip not to cackle. "Or they could stay together? Save the cost"The hu
Living With The Player The Wedding Party [IV]
CAMILLA RENÉESATURDAY."Good Morning gorgeous."Jimmy is outstanding at fooling facial expressions or my dad and Dylan leaving as he enters are of little regard for him.Still, he sheathes his arms around my neck and clasps his lips against mine.Extra credits for confidence Jimmy. My dad could return any moment from now.I part my lips and let his tongue evade mine."Morning."I momble and he pulls away, invading the seat Dylan vacated minutes ago.We engage in small talk; I apologise for not telling him about Dylan. He smiles back and waves the topic off. That easily.****They toasted breakfast eggs and bacon served from the motel, my mother's cooking beats this any day, but I don't have a choice, so I bite it down along with the bile in my throat.I've never been seated at a more uneasy table for seven. Clinging glasses and forks are the only sound for ten minutes and it's excruciating. Dylan is
Living With The Player The Wedding Party [V]
CAMILLA RENÉESATURDAY.I peep right and people are retiring. Left and folks are dispersing."Come."He rasps. I loathe the way my body reacts. I despise the influence one word from him can have on me. My feet don't stay. They heed to him and snatch his hand.I'm not sure why defeat shifts up my skin when we reach the table and he lets go.I'm not sure why my whole body rakes with sadness at the loss of his hand. Jimmy hasn't returned and Dylan saunters back to his seat. His eyes reach mine shortly. The look from the dance floor holds.I shiver."Sorry I took so long."Spell is driven. I move my entire body to meet Jimmy's. He's back. I don't feel guilt. Guilt for dancing with Dylan while he was gone. Nothing.I felt zero since I directed every sense to his words. "I want to kiss you so bad."And I ask — why doesn't he? Another question creeps, one I ignore for the answer bothers me; If he did, would I let
Living With The Player Athena Williams
CAMILLA RENÉESUNDAY.My day in one word is—fast-paced. Jimmy and I moved around the city. Zoo. Ice cream. Park. Children. Kingston High stood closed because of the weekend. Funny how I didn't spend a waking second relishing it. My physical body dwelled beside Jimmy, but everything else was back at the motel. Back at last night. Back at his kiss. Back at him.Each time tugging more fiercely and swearing curse words. To who exactly? Dylan for kissing me? Myself for allowing him? Reciprocating? and then enjoying it? or my father for interrupting us? So many deeds in one night.I went directly to my room and fasten the door, my heart racing as I paced from edge to edge. Eventually, I slumped behind it and listened to the footsteps. I held my heart in my hand and watched him zone past me. Or my father? I didn't know.I lingered in that position, slept in that spot and woke up with an ache in my back.Then as the coward, I am, I t
Living With The Player Secrets And Shades [I]
CAMILLA RENÉE"Athena."I roll the name over my tongue. The name of the girl who manages to *make* Dylan fall for her. Did she compel him? Was it willing? How long did it go on? I can't imagine. I can not process this."Thank you."Dylan muses and for a minute it was just me and my impressions about the girl he's in love with. Or was?"When do you want us to start?"I don't mince how eager I sound. I'm done with playing behind bars."I'm accessible for the rest of the day. You?""I have an evening class, four pm. We have time to burn.""So you want to start now?"I find my head boobing unconsciously. I don't put the pen away this time. I reach in and grab my notepad. My fingers are trembling because it's brand new. I didn't require it till now.I flip the first page and scribble his name over it. There aren't any students. No classes. We can use it here. Barely three minutes I was indecisive, now I know wha
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