บททั้งหมดของ Living With The Player : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

CAMILA   The kind officer placed a blanket over my shivering body, I watched as our house burned to the ground. Mom and dad were a few feet away, barely keeping a grip on their control but still trying to remain strong for me. I was numb, well not fully since I had small injuries from running outside.   They tried to comfort me but it was of no use, my pictures, my files, everything gone in the blink of an eye and we were rendered homeless.   Dad went ahead to make some phone calls, trying to get us a roof over our heads for the night. We'd probably book a hotel room, for the night, but I can't help but think how expensive that'll be, it's not like we'll stay in one room. I can't do anything to help them, it's not making things better in realizing that this is all my fault. It's my fault our house caught fire and burnt to the ground. How could I be so silly and reckless?   Like most

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 a

**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**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'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