ALL Chapters & Episodes of Living With The Player by Crystal Oduwa - Page 4

All Chapters of Living With The Player : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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**CAMILLA RENÉE**FRIDAY"We need to talk." My voice was cold and void of any sentiment, exactly what he earned. He shook, squinting his lids while glancing for a few seconds.His eyes held so much hurt. He should've considered all this before fucking Eva.I led the way and he followed. We got to another class it's the same one he tried to kiss me in.I kept my hand down jostling the irritating thoughts low while striving hard not to smack him."That stunt you pulled during lunch..." I trailed off fuming with anger, he drooped his head. Of course. What in heaven's name could he use as a defence. "Let's hold off on what you pulled at lunch today. First off, the reason why we are at this point at all. You cheated. I'm not sure I've said it your false without any bull shit to cover things up, so I'm saying it now. You fucking cheated on me. We were in a relationship, you had sex with another girl. That

Messed Up Lives

Living With The Player /Crystal Oduwa

**CAMILLA RENÉE**FRIDAY NIGHT.I didn't even know that shirt still existed, Dylan didn't strike me as the type of guy who would keep a shirt for over two years.Unless he bought one like that. Exactly like that.I remembered how it looked. Dylan rarely puts on anything else other than a black shirt, but this one had a grey lining from each side down till the hem of the shirt.Maybe he had more than one of it.I know it's just a shirt to him, but this particular one held a lot of emotions and memories for me. I snapped out of my trance the moment I realised I was staring at him wordlessly. Even if I tried to act like it wasn't affecting me, I would fall woefully at it."Camilla...." He sounded worried. Why wouldn't he be? I'm acting like an obsessed lover or a confused student, staring at him like I saw a ghost. I cleared my throat and shook my head a little."I'm sorry, I was thinking about something.""Clearly...." He tr

Party Kisses

Living With The Player /Crystal Oduwa

CAMILLA RENÉEFRIDAY NIGHT.Agreeing to my suggestion, she pulled the drink to her end, took my shot glass and poured one for herself.I grabbed the bottle, lifting it to cling against her glass."This is to forgetting all about our shitty lives. At least for tonight."We raised our instruments, toasting to my words before having a drink.Letting loose is nice and fun. Drinking from a bottle is exhilarating. I never want this to end.****Miranda didn't return to the girls, according to her they don't pay attention to most things in parties such as these, they just make her tag along for the fun of tortuing her.The students barely noticed us having a drink.It's easier not to care about the eyes around when you're drunk, if I were sober I'd be over cautiously, but now I just don't care.It's amazing.I moved closer to her as she carried on with the explanation.

Camilla's Past

Living With The Player /Crystal Oduwa

CAMILLA FRIDAY NIGHTThe dare was a kiss, right?I had it all planned out, in my head before I approached him and as I thought, I'll walk over there and just kiss him. The plan was a short kiss.You know the kind where you head over there and kind of peck his lips then withdraw, that's how it played out in my head.The keyword is "in my head."This is what happened in reality.Retrace back to him gasping lightly in surprise, shortly afterwards, I did what I planned. I placed my lips over him, as I was about to pull away, he did what he planned.Still, in that position, Dylan raised his head slightly, since he was taller, I gasped and lifted mine as well. That little opening of my mouth was the start of my doom, he merely used it to gain entrance.His tongue dived into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat causing me to gasp all over again.As I did, memories flooded my

First Kiss?

Living With The Player /Crystal Oduwa

CAMILLA RENÉE As I said, okay I might not have said it directly, but I'm sure by now you would've caught up to the happenings of my life. More specifically, the one which occured two years ago. At this very party, on a night such as this. I was elated, after a twist of event, I was nothing short of sad and fear stricken. I'm sure everyone has ideas on what happened. It's fairly easy to guess. Dylan and I met that night, of course I'd seen him trolling the hallway in his bad boy lifestyle, but that night was differnt. He was different. He made the night special. I squeezed hard. If only this jerk hadn't done what he did, that night wouldn't be scarred in my head. Whenever I recall it, I wouldn't feel a knot in my stomach or the urge

BUSTED

Living With The Player /Crystal Oduwa

CAMILLA RENÉE SATURDAY MORNING. There goes an evening without me looking like a deranged person. Why can't things just go my way for a change? With the terrible night, I'll just rush upstairs and maybe fall in bed, letting sleep take away all my problem and they are a lot. At this point, I'm faced with two alternatives. Two choices. Two options. Just one and two. There's no third party. Both of them are catastrophic depending on their reactions, they were actions and by rule they had equal and opposite reactions. The first and the dredged one was to Point blank tell him the truth if I did. The simple truth to his question, a mono syllabic word, it's simple to pronounce. It'll take less than three seconds to mouth, but that's not the problem. Speaking the truth isn't the issue at this point, it's living and managing what comes next. Follow up questions. Doubting gazes

Tutoring Dylan

Living With The Player /Crystal Oduwa

**CAMILLA RENÉE**SATURDAY.Flipping the straps of my dress up my hand and over my shoulders, I continuously reminded myself how easy this should be.It's the same as a teacher's job.The student which in this case is Dylan Emerton, that student seats far away and listens as the teacher, me, speaks to him.I make sure he understands and afterwards, we can both put an end to the tortue and call it a day. Easy as that."With Dylan Emerton, you and I both know that's a joke."My mind wouldn't even buldge no matter how many times I grit my teeth or curl my fingers, even if they turn white before the end of today, somehow we both know Dylan makes everything more stressful than need be.I purposely skipped breakfast with the "family" which was weird even to me. I've wished for my parents presence for days, they return and I avoid them.The talk. That's what I'm calling it now. The one I've agreed to for almost a week yet neith

Football Week [I]

Living With The Player /Crystal Oduwa

**CAMILLA RENÉE**MONDAY.The tutoring session went lovely. Dylan made no snarky comments or remarks, no flirting. He's also kinda intelligent, once he gets past the whole bad boy issue. He's an actual nerd. He'll kill me, but it's true.As for Sunday, there's nothing much to write up about it other than the fact that my parents ditched me, no new thing there. That's practically all of it.Now it's Monday, back to my usual routine.Up from bed. In the shower. Down the stairs. On Dylan's bike. Get to school.By the time I reached the stage, almost everyone was done with breakfast. I took an extra ten minutes in the bathroom, but I didn't mind since I had a full stomach from last night pizza.One thing did catch me off guard. My parents eat breaking and eat bread. When did they return?I avoided their gaze, pulling up a chair beside Dylan. They can save them apologises if they'll keep making one mistake over again.

Football Week [II]

Living With The Player /Crystal Oduwa

CAMILLA RENÉEMONDAY.I retracted as many steps as I could, maybe five or six. It still didn't feel enough, his presence still crowded my senses and this wasn't in a good way. The goal was to create as much space between us as I could. His goal was to make me cower in fear. That has always been his motive. I keep letting him though. Stupid. Dumb. Scared. Camilla. The more steps I retraced, the more steps he took to close the gap, plummeting all my efforts at getting away from him. Meanwhile, that mini attack was building up quickly, creating this huge lump in my chest. I didn't mean that figuratively, maybe it's just in my head but I still found it difficult to draw any breath. I'm sucking in as much as I can, but it's hard. It's hard.Still, I kept moving backwards. He did the opposite and a hand flew to my chest.One more step behind and my back hit something strong. A human wall if you may.

His Escape

Living With The Player /Crystal Oduwa

CAMILLA RENÉE MONDAY. It took a few minutes of praises and chants of our school to have the audience in a cherry mood. Then a few more till it passed away, the praises that is. It all subsided, but the entire soccer team didn't end theirs there. While the losers, God it feels good to say that, while they bowed their heads in shame and walked away, our team retreated to the locker room to finish what started in the pitch. They had water which was a tradition, it didn't seem rational to pour water over yourself merely because you're celebrating, but it's their tradition so I'll go with it. The announcer made it clear our team would have to go to Richmond High the next day, but winning first already gave us an edge. Dylan has disappeared with his teammates, taking the fun backsta

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