Camille: “You look so beautiful,” Reggie said when he saw me. I smiled as I slid into the seat in front of him, but it didn’t quite reach my eyes. I had just put on an old Jean dress that wasn’t even normally appropriate for a ‘date’, so I knew his compliment was just his way of buttering me up. “Thanks,” I said off-handedly, lifting the menu that was on the table and glancing through it. “So how have you been?” He asked. “Fine,” I replied without looking up. “Okay…” he muttered. At that time, the waiter got to our table and asked us if we had made a decision on what to eat. I gave him my order and so did Reggie. After he left, I dropped the menu and started to scroll through my phone. From the corner of my eye, I saw him fidget with his hands and look around, clearly unsettled by how uninterested I was acting around him. That had been my intention and I was glad it was taking place. “Look, I’m sorry,” he said finally, hitting the nail on the head. “I shouldn
Camille: As I walked home that evening, I kept asking myself the same question. ‘Why did I tell Reggie I liked him?’ I mean, I kind of did like him, but still, telling him outrightly that I did, and then taking his hands in mine had made me seem too desperate, which was far from what I was. I still remember the smile he had given me as he squeezed my hands back. It was an assured smile, like he was a hundred percent certain we were now a couple. I felt a chill run down my spine. Why exactly did I feel so weird? I didn’t want to say it, but I knew why. It wasn’t the countless excuses I had given myself about why I couldn’t go out with Reggie; like how awkward it would be to have to meet Miss Winston’s knowing glances each time I came to work and having to answer the questions I knew she would definitely ask about me going out with her son. It wasn’t because I wasn’t completely sure how I felt with him either. I mean, I had almost forgotten all about him after he
Camille: Eons seemed to pass since Lucia asked me that question. My eyelids fluttered as the meaning of her question settled on me, and slowly, a scowl resembling Daniel’s covered my face. “I’m not even going to dignify that stupid question of yours with a response,” I said quietly, with a voice that was laden with a lot of anger. I couldn’t believe she would just ask me if I was sleeping with Daniel. “Sorry, I just…” she mused, looking down. “I don’t know why I said that.” I relaxed a little. She had just been making a speculation. She didn’t know for sure that we had come really close. I switched off the cooking stove completely and led her to sit on the stool while I squatted next to her, making her feel I was no longer mad at her but really wanted to help. “What’s really going on with the two of you?” I asked her, deeply concerned. She stared at me for some moments without speaking, something she had started to do that pissed me off. “I really wish I cou
Camille: Breathe. Just breathe. Why did I always have to make things so obvious? Daniel could manage to appear stoic and in complete control of his emotions, constantly revealing his ability to change from really angry to playful at will, but here I was, standing like an open book with my mouth agape just because he was standing in front of me. I cleared my throat and crossed my arms over my chest, hoping I looked as unperturbed as he easily did. “You flatter yourself,” I mused. “I wasn’t talking to you.” That seemed to interest him. He took one more step forward; an exaggerated movement that brought him right in front of me. It took everything in me not to cower and step back. I could feel the warmth of his bare chest so close to me, and even though I kept my eyes glued to his gray ones, it was hard to concentrate because all I could breathe in was him. “Who were you talking to then? Alone in this kitchen with Lucia away in her room,” he muttered, squinting like
Camille: Daniel didn’t take his eyes off mine for several moments. It was as though time had paused as we stared at each other. I had no idea how to react, and neither did my body. That was what I got for being curious. Now I was an accessory to a crime I knew nothing about. My throat suddenly became too dry that I started to cough. Daniel brought out a glass and put some water with a few ice cubes in it before handing it over to me. He didn’t take his eyes off me as I downed the entire glass in one go. He didn’t turn back to the meal even after he rinsed the glass and placed it back with the others, just relaxed by the counter and crossed his arms over his chest, still watching me. “Anything else you want to know?” He asked. I shook my head, my chest constricting. He started to laugh. It was hard and loud. “I was joking,” he said when I didn’t laugh back. “I suppose I may have gone too far. I can’t remember the craziest thing I’ve ever done. Can you ask something else?” Whe
“Oh yeah,” she let out a stifled moan when his girth hit her spot and the sensation almost made her combust instantly. His hand dug into her hair as he drilled into her repeatedly, letting out muffled grunts with each thrust. As she held onto the rippled muscles on his back, drawing him close, Camille knew she shouldn’t be doing this, letting her best friend’s brother use her as his personal toy when she was right in the next room, asleep and completely unaware of everything going on. *** Camille A few weeks before. “I’m so done with this stupid assignment,” Lucia grumbled, coming into the living room of our apartment and tossing her Anatomy textbook on the couch, right next to me. I rolled my eyes and tossed a popcorn into my mouth, unbothered by my roomate’s dramatic entrance. “You could have studied anything, but you chose to study medicine. Don’t blame me for your poor life choices,” I said, bending to the side so I could see the Tv better, since Lucia had
Camille Before my last professor for the day was at the door, my books were already packed in my bag and I was on my feet, ready to go. When I made it out of class without someone calling me back, I heaved a sigh of relief. I had successfully escaped an awkward situation. Carla, my only other friend in this class wasn’t in school that day so I didn’t want to give anyone else the chance to talk to me after what had happened a few days earlier. From school, I went to the book store where I worked and greeted Miss Winston who was the owner and my boss. I had been working there since my first year in college and it was the best decision I had ever made. I only had to work for five hours everyday after school, and all I had to do was sit by the counter to receive payment from the very few people who ever patronized the old store. Miss Winston was nice, the pay was worth it, and the quiet solitude of the store gave me enough time to do my schoolwork and read whatever books I want
Camille: I blinked once, then twice, but nothing changed. There was still a naked stranger standing in my kitchen and other strangers doing god knows what all over the house. “You can pick up from where she left off,” the stranger said, taking a bottle of liquor beside him and swallowing it in one gulp. “She was doing a shit job anyway. You look like you’ll know how to get me off.” “I’m not, eww,” I said, turning away and covering my eyes. Unfortunately, I had already looked at it and the thickness of it was imprinted in my memory. “Take a shot, beautiful. It’ll loosen you up,” he said, offering me a shot glass, but I slapped it away from his hand and stepped back. His smile disappeared and a frown that made him look scary etched deeply on his face. “Prude,” he said as an insult to me and put on his shorts. “Who the hell even invited you to my party?” I snapped. “What the hell are you doing in my house?” His brows furrowed. “Your house? This is my sister’s apart