All Chapters of Living With The Player : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CAMILLA RENÉE TUESDAY EVENING. ST JOHN'S HOSPITAL. "Dylan..." I bite back on my lip, so hard that I couldn't stop until I tasted my blood. I withdrew my hold and looked around for a seat instead. "You don't need to seat down. You need to explain to me and then I decide if it's good enough, if it is we'll see, but from the look on your face you're going to leave because it's crap." "Dylan.." "Speak. Why didn't you tell me?" I exhaled slowly. "What do you remember from that night? The kiss? Anything else?" "That's not the question." He retorted narrowing his gaze. "Maybe it should be. If you're sure you know everything, I doubt you'll be so mad now." "What else happened? I have an idea of what happened right? Alright then. You tell your side of the story then we can go back to how you kept it away from me for two years." I stood on end, swallowing hard. "Well.."

**CAMILLA RENÉE**TUESDAY EVENING.ST JOHN'S HOSPITAL.They all crowded him, his teammates that is peering into his eyes with several questions and with Paula laying her filthy hands over his skin, it was making my blood boil.The room was over crowded anyway.I slipped away through the same corner, exiting the room with a final gaze at Dylan who might I add barely noticed anything.****Being self aware of Dylan's condition, my heart was no long hitting against its cage, the room wasn't spinning anymore so I felt much better.I glanced at the clock hung over in the receiption, it's way over closing hour and my books I'd need were back in school.Since Dylan is in good condition, I'd just take a cab back there. Should still have change in my back pockets.I dug into it retriving a few notes which should be more than enough to get me there.Before that, I got to the cafeteria to get a

CAMILLA RENÉEST JOHN'S HOSPITAL. WEDNESDAY.He tugs at the hem of my shirt, I took the cue, lifting my weight off the floor and on the bed, my legs placed on each side of the bed, my centre finding its resting place right above his member.I swear I heard a groan.My face flushed bright red sensing his hands creep lower, down to the base of my ass, not only was I self-conscious, it's not like Paula's or the girls he's been with, but I haven't been touched. *Not like this.*His hands were large enough to wrap around each cheek, I was expecting a squeeze or something.He didn't. They rested there without a movement. *Maybe they're too small.*Practically clueless, I struggled to maintain his pace, tilting my head so he could brush his tongue against my lip before shoving it back into my mouth.My idle hands were shivering, I could get them in his hair or stroke his cheeks.I've made out with Ky

CAMILLA RENÉERICHMOND HIGH.THURSDAY AFTERNOON.Dylan stormed off before I could stop him, I trailed behind with my head lowered, my eyes brimming with additional tears.Back into the school, both teams had huddled. For the vote I'm certain. Dylan strumbled into the locker room while I stayed back to watch.I swivelled my head away as the results were announced. His actions had their consequences. Typically blood for blood.It's as though I was suspended from the game, my throat feels dry, my heart is ripped apart, I can't explain why this hurts. It just does.Then I saw him. Brandon and I peered at each other for barely ten seconds before I ducked my head away. He was shirtless and grinning, two girls on each of his sides, his hands wrapped around their waist, he whispered something to them causing their faces to turn red.He won.Just then, I spotted Dylan getting out of the locker room. He switched his shirt this tim

CAMILLA RENÉEFRIDAY AFTERNOON.STARMOON STADIUM.Fuck cation and the knowledge that we could get caught at this moment.Fuck all my anxieties including one that he might leave me when we move out.Screw it that our relationship remains indefinite even after more than one make-out session.We are flub. In our way, Dylan and I are just two screwed up teenagers but you know what? Fuck that too.We have a record together and somehow, I can't seem to get rid of him even if I tried, I'm tired of avoiding the inevitable.Fuck everything. At this instant, it's just his lips on mine, any and every other thing is irrelevant and not worth it.A little too soon, He pulls away panting and huffing for breath. He just won an entire match. It's anticipated I guess."You should go change before someone sees."I mumbled, leaning further into his chest with my hand over the lines."Yes. Come on