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You Can't Run From Your Mistakes
**CAMILLA RENÉE**
TUESDAY EVENING.ST JOHN'S HOSPITAL.They all crowded him, his teammates that is peering into his eyes with several questions and with Paula laying her filthy hands over his skin, it was making my blood boil.The room was over crowded anyway.I slipped away through the same corner, exiting the room with a final gaze at Dylan who might I add barely noticed anything.****Being self aware of Dylan's condition, my heart was no long hitting against its cage, the room wasn't spinning anymore so I felt much better.I glanced at the clock hung over in the receiption, it's way over closing hour and my books I'd need were back in school.Since Dylan is in good condition, I'd just take a cab back there. Should still have change in my back pockets.I dug into it retriving a few notes which should be more than enough to get me there.Before that, I got to the cafeteria to get aBab terkait
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CAMILLA RENÉEKINGSTON HIGH.WEDNESDAY MORNING.I back away slowly, slinking towards the top of the stairs and their voices slowly fade away.They know. Soon they'll ask the dredged questions. Queries I won't be able to answer. Knowing my parents, they'll get the authorities to investigate more, they won't pull back since the shock card will be far overdue. They'll question me as their lives depended on it.I'll be questioned and purged until the truth comes to light.At that point, I'm fucked. I reach into my hair and pull harshly at the stands. What a way to kick-start my morning.****I contemplated tossing all my clothes off, faking an illness to avoid classes. I decide against it for one reason; if I'm going to get screwed ultimately, I'll figure out a way to spin it.I have to. Throughout the drive, they both acted conspicuously yet made no mention of the fire.I guess it hasn't been conc
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CAMILLA RENÉEST JOHN'S HOSPITAL. WEDNESDAY.He tugs at the hem of my shirt, I took the cue, lifting my weight off the floor and on the bed, my legs placed on each side of the bed, my centre finding its resting place right above his member.I swear I heard a groan.My face flushed bright red sensing his hands creep lower, down to the base of my ass, not only was I self-conscious, it's not like Paula's or the girls he's been with, but I haven't been touched. *Not like this.*His hands were large enough to wrap around each cheek, I was expecting a squeeze or something.He didn't. They rested there without a movement. *Maybe they're too small.*Practically clueless, I struggled to maintain his pace, tilting my head so he could brush his tongue against my lip before shoving it back into my mouth.My idle hands were shivering, I could get them in his hair or stroke his cheeks.I've made out with Ky
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**CAMILLA RENÉE**KINGSTON HIGH.It's fall so the weather's only going to get colder. With the arson case laying down, for now, I got up slightly better than the previous day.The only thing weighing me down was Dylan. Our conversation early this morning.Ugh.After getting dressed, I threw my legs down the stairs, turning my head through the entire living room to catch a glimpse of everyone at the same time.They were all seated at the dining table.My parents. Dylan's. Blake of course. Then weird me strutting towards them.Hopefully, Dylan changed his mind about playing. I "Good morning,"I murmured to their hearing, pulling a seat for myself.They acknowledged in their way and we ate in silence. Blake didn't speak a word other than nodding his head. I heard one stair creak, my head snapping in that direction.Dylan was strolling down the stair slowly, he had a he
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CAMILLA RENÉERICHMOND HIGH.THURSDAY AFTERNOON.Dylan stormed off before I could stop him, I trailed behind with my head lowered, my eyes brimming with additional tears.Back into the school, both teams had huddled. For the vote I'm certain. Dylan strumbled into the locker room while I stayed back to watch.I swivelled my head away as the results were announced. His actions had their consequences. Typically blood for blood.It's as though I was suspended from the game, my throat feels dry, my heart is ripped apart, I can't explain why this hurts. It just does.Then I saw him. Brandon and I peered at each other for barely ten seconds before I ducked my head away. He was shirtless and grinning, two girls on each of his sides, his hands wrapped around their waist, he whispered something to them causing their faces to turn red.He won.Just then, I spotted Dylan getting out of the locker room. He switched his shirt this tim
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CAMILLA RENÉEEMERTON'S MANSION.THURSDAY."You know what? It doesn't matter. I shouldn't get hauled away. When this does happen, it wouldn't be because I need a stress reliever."I swallowed hard.*When?*"Yes Camilla, when."He retorted, tilting my head to meet his gaze. His eyes got brighter, the smirk had reinstated thank the heavens. I did say it aloud.*But he said when! That means...* Shit. I'm not going to think about what it means."At least you're calm now."I swap topics easily, twitching to get off his laps and move away.Instead, he whirls his arms around my waist, holding me in place.I swallow harder. Slowly, I lift my head, contesting his look while stretching forward to gently caress his cheeks.He presses his lids against each other, tugging my waist towards his body, closing the little gap between both of us."I'm sorry about the way I acted for most of the day. Nate.
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CAMILLA RENÉEFRIDAY AFTERNOON.STARMOON STADIUM.Fuck cation and the knowledge that we could get caught at this moment.Fuck all my anxieties including one that he might leave me when we move out.Screw it that our relationship remains indefinite even after more than one make-out session.We are flub. In our way, Dylan and I are just two screwed up teenagers but you know what? Fuck that too.We have a record together and somehow, I can't seem to get rid of him even if I tried, I'm tired of avoiding the inevitable.Fuck everything. At this instant, it's just his lips on mine, any and every other thing is irrelevant and not worth it.A little too soon, He pulls away panting and huffing for breath. He just won an entire match. It's anticipated I guess."You should go change before someone sees."I mumbled, leaning further into his chest with my hand over the lines."Yes. Come on
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**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 reality
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CAMILLA 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
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