**CAMILLA RENÉE**
FRIDAY EVENING.FRAT HOUSE."You said not to impede you, so I'm not reaching to answer your question."I shrugged my shoulder, sipping my drink gradually."I'm done, for now. Camilla Renee, resolve my question."He dipped his brows, gazing intently."I don't know how long I'll be at your house, I'm not sure what this is and I can't make any judgments until I'm 100% sure. Let's take things as they are. See where it leads us too."He lowered his brows, nodding carefully, but the gape of disappointment rested within those lids.I doubt anyone will turn down an offer from Dylan Emerton which is exactly why I need to think hard before spouting anything.Regardless, he did just say he liked me. That's what I deduce from the entire thing.The player confessed he likes me.*Shock waves.*"Camilla,"He jerked my hand, clasping me back to that realityCAMILLA RENÉE EMERTON'S MANSION SATURDAY. "Camilla..." "Y-Yeah." I scoffed, a peel of laughter slipping out through my spread lips. "Explain because I've never been more confused in my entire life." Hoisting one hand, I urged him to settle, giving myself a moment or two to calm down as well. "My parents weren't always like this. I was an only child and at some point, I was loved heartily. Then they began taking trips every month, leaving me with a nanny or most times forgetting to get one and I was fed up. Two years ago I went to that party because I wanted to show them I'm rebellious." I chortle at my words. "We all know how that turned out. As though my list of bad choices wasn't enough, I added one more. That night they were out to God knows were, I got
CAMILLA RENÉEEMERTON'S MANSIONSATURDAY."Camilla."Gasping, I lifted my head abruptly following the sound, my gaze was fixed at the door.Maybe it's my imagination."Camilla."Dylan's voice sounded the second time. I hopped off the bed, landing on one foot, nearly missing the second foot. Quickly, I held the beddings, stabling myself. He's outside.Wiping both cheeks, I rushed towards the door, exhaled then unlocked it."Hey..."He called softly. My lips were quivering, struggling to keep all my emotions at bay."Are you okay...""N-No."I choked on my tears."Cam..."Practically rushing into his arms, I encircled my arms around his torso, relaxing my head over his chest "You'll be fine."He cooed, straightening my tangled strands. It didn't feel like I would."My entire world is falling apart."
CAMILLA RENÉESATURDAY.EMERTON'S MANSION.His possessive side is out again, encompassing me between his bed while seating in front of me.My hands knitted together, buckling his sheets between my hands.Somehow we got to the bed and let's just say the making out has gotten a little more intense I'm attaining more enthusiasm these days by lifting his shirt and tossing it off myself.Even more, I got my hands off his sheets and circled them around his neck, heaving my waist forward so there wasn't any gap left.Now I wish he'll make the next move and do something. Anything.Gasping lowly, I pulled away sucking at my bottom lip."D-Dylan..."I jerked."Yeah, I know."*He doesn't*Laying beside me, he took my hand and made me rest on his chest which is the exact opposite of what I wanted. I'll just have to settle for this I guess. Striving to calm my breathing, I whirl and tilt my
**CAMILLA RENÉE** SUNDAY. EMERTON'S RESIDENCE. I moved backwards, maybe I'll find solace in the kitchen, I did however maintain a vigilant gaze at the officer. I've seen how they treat criminals? *Was I a criminal?* Possibly. Mr Emerton had appeared from behind, his gaze motioning from the officers to mine. My parents can't be far back. The other two looked like they preferred to shove me in prison, while the man from the night of the fire kept a straight face, but I could see a little pity at the back of his eyes. Just then, my mother and father strolled in. Perfect. My impending doom has appeared. "Officers. Good afternoon." Mom greets them cautiously offering each of them a smile. She sent me a weird look and so did dad. They don't
DYLAN EMERTON-ONE HOUR EARLIER.Camilla's parents deterred me upon sighting, I was just about to enter her room, but from their faces, they had done something crazy already."I wouldn't be astounded to find out you had a hand in my daughter's mishaps.""Renée!"Her mother cautioned, clutching his hand.I scoffed, daring to press my lips in a small line. The nerve of him."Your daughter's mishaps? Of course, parents blame their children for the manifestations of their mistakes. You're no different."I spat, scowling severely."Do not test me, boy. Your father and I might be friends..""Yes. Best friends. Of course. You're cut from the same cloth of being terrible parents."I countered. Instead of smacking me for my outrage, his demeanour changed instantly. My words must have struck deep."If Camilla burned the house down, it was only a ripple effect of the fact that you failed
**DYLAN EMERTON** SUNDAY. I blinked back the memories of this afternoon, hissing as the papers over the desk seem to get blurry. I've been starting for a while now. "Dylan..." Her faint whisper, echoes in the back of my head. A reminder of what they had done to her. Her resolve to break as she's been taken away. One hour. It's been an hour since I watched them take her away Lawyers. That's the first thing they reckon. I'm here peering at my computer screen while studying cases of arson. You'd think she'll get off the hook as a minor. Not certainly. They're implicating her in burning the house down on purpose. The simple key to getting her back is proving the truth. It was a horrible accident. Nothing more. My parents have gone to see her. I bit back m
CAMILLA RENÉEMONDAY.The lankiest fifteen of my life did not go by promptly. I was advised not to have any physical contact with anyone, just me and my lawyer.Dylan and my parents had moved two rolls backwards.He had high prospects of us winning the case. He says barely anything was done by him, Dylan did research and he got the toxic report, but it was all Dylan's idea.They operated incredibly fast I'd admit. The call logs are evidence.*Call logs.*I inclined my head to face him, He's already staring, straight face, pressed lips, no evident emotions. He's been like this throughout.I looked away and sighed.I'm nervous as hell. My fingers have been laced for God knows how long, the room is fully air-conditioned yet I'm hot on the outside.It would've been nice to get a hug from mom or dad or just hold Dylan.Regardless of how this ends, I'm thankful for everything they've done. I tilt my head
CAMILLA RENÉETUESDAY.Today starts averagely. Boring is another way to put it.I forfeited yesterday entirely, the aftermath of winning the trophy, maybe that's not such a bad thing after all.I didn't see the entire Kingston High gush over Nate. It's pretty much a win-win.That aside, I slept and arose on an actual bed, it didn't mean jail in a correctional facility serving God knows how many long years.I get to go back to school and live the life of a normal teenager. Everything is only possible because of him. And we aren't even on speaking terms.*I think.* The message from last night remained on seen in the morning. Not even a fucking emoji. Who does that?"Dylan does."My subconscious answers. Of course.I got clad in blue jeans and a red shirt, I'm feeling colourful on the outside.Reaching for my cell and other essential items, I stuffed them into my bag, hung it over my shou