Peere Kamil Novels & Stories

asked Naledi. "It's Camille, and she wants to FaceTime," said Abeni. They looked at each other in surprise, as Camille was supposed to be in Fiji with her boyfriend. Camille was Abeni's friend from her last job before the bookstore closed down. She had blonde hair and blue eyes, and though they had both lost their jobs, Camille had a rich boyfriend supporting her while Abeni struggled. Answering the call, Abeni and Naledi's faces appeared on the screen for Camille.

“The ballerina?” “That would be me, yes.” We both turn toward the voice. Camille approaches, and I smile as I guide Rhea closer. “Speak of the devil.” Camille is dressed even more casually than Rhea—an impressive feat considering the room around us. A soft cashmere sweater and a long skirt, despite the warmer weather. Her smile is warm and genuine. “Damien,” she says. “It’s been too long.” “It really has. Has Kai been hiding you away? He should, before you realize you deserve better.”

But it looked like Makaila wasn't done. "Because you are "dating" the most popular guy in school doesn't make you popular, sister. Everyone here knows you are just with Christian for the fame and the money and maybe the sex, because who doesn't know you are a major slut. I have had enough of your crap and bullshit." She growled out, moving until she was face to face with Bethany, breathing the same air as her. I watched as Makaila pointed her finger close to her eye.

“I think you might have been the one to push Kimi in the puddle, but Mark laughed.” “That sounds like me,” he admitted. “Kam was a bit of an asshole as a child,” I explained to everyone. Nate grinned. “As a child?” Kam flipped him off, and continued to eat. “So, what do you think of the guys at PLE?” Saoirse asked Kam to change the subject. “Other than their obvious lack of taste in wanting to recruit Nate?” Kam grinned. “They’re all right. I think one of them is dating Rina, though.” He frowned at that thought.