บททั้งหมดของ Living With The Player : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

CAMILLA RENÉE   MONDAY EVENING.   Flipping him the bird away from my parent's watchful eyes of course, I threw in a low snort, all to throw him off topic and get the heat off my skin, it's burning might I add.    Mondays are never a good day for me, it's literally the worst day of the week for everyone in the world.   I just hate them. Bad things are bound to happen.   "Meanwhile, it's evening and I'm certain it was a fun day in school. Both of you better stop glaring and looking as though you will slit the other's throat. In my opinion, the best thing is to start getting along. You're going to spend alot more time together. Fourteen days."    His Mother emphasized.   I groaned in agony. Do not remind me. Come to think of it, I didn't have places to go anyway, but Dylan could have, now he is grounded, c

CAMILLA RENÉE MONDAY. Blake's hands lingered on mine after the shake, he gave rise to his thumb and rubbed a small circle over the top of my palm. He didn't pull away after that, just a very intense gaze and what I've come to know as his signature smirk. Taking matters in my hand, I mean that quite literally, I pulled my hand away, clearing my throat not to make that exchange too awkward and obvious. Even afterwards, his gaze rested solely on me. From behind, Dylan got out of the water, pulling my hand to help me. I was close enough, could get out myself, maybe there's an ulterior motive to that. Since we were out, Blake took his eyes off me for a minute, directing them to Dylan. A tensed and angry Dylan. This entire place was tense. "Come here!" He cooed, pulling him in for a little bro hug. Even I could tell he didn't want to do it, his shoulders tensed

CAMILLA RENÉE**PRESENT TIME**"Camilla!"I was jerked back to reality, Dylan shook my shoulders roughly forcing my mind out of the pit it had entered while thinking about that night.The kiss didn't wash off quickly, I shook my head a couple of times until it engulfed in the air and returned to being just a past. A nasty past."Did you call me? I'm sorry, I signed off. I was thinking of something. Sorry."I said gulping. His eyes went to my hands.My eyes widened thinking I held the earring still, it wasn't in my hand.I recall dropping it. I forgot again after drifting into affairs of the past. Now I just look stupid.I switched my gaze to the desk where it laid comfortably, then back at Dylan who now seemed nervous."Umm that belonged to someone I knew. It's not what you were thinking with the bikinis." I cringed my nose, a fuzzy vision getting into my head of I and Dylan doing that said thing.N

**CAMILLA RENÉE** TUESDAY MORNING. It's a Tuesday morning. I woke up sad and dejected. A literal frown was etched along the lines of my face, my lips were turned down, and the urge to get out of bed just wasn't there. After the little encounter, I had dragged my stupid ass to bed. Falling asleep after much-needed turning and tossing, laying numerous curses on Dylan Emerton. Now I'm just bleak. Sad. Tired. Hurt. Angry. All at once. Weird? That doesn't even sum it all quite. Aside from all of that, I had a bad dream. I've had bad dreams from the fire, my parents finding out then casting me out. Those were normal. This however was about a different subject. A delicate one. One I had chained and kept locked thre

CAMILLA RENÉE   TUESDAY AFTERNOON.   RICHMOND HIGH.   While on the bus, Dylan left directions to the spot he had reserved for me.   Cute right? Well, just a little.   The only problem was getting there in this state.   Come on Camila.   As I drew closer, the cheer squads from both teams well cheered at the top of their voices, each side eagerly praising their boys.   With my heart racing, I could barely take two steps without a rethink.   If I skipped the game, I would not get a heart attack while watching but the thought of what's going to happen to him will haunt me either way.   If I don't, I'll end up twitching in my seat while being paranoid all through 90 minutes.   I wanted nothing more than for the next few hours