Todos los capítulos de Living With The Player : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

**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

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

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

**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.

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