Living With The Player

**CAMILLA**

~Wednesday Morning

~7:09 am

I rubbed my eyelids stretching on my bed, I opted to stand up, but pulled back instead, turning over, placing my head underneath my palm, finding my swear spot, then finally stretching the duvet to cover my upper legs.

“So fucking soft.”

I moaned in delight, chewing on the insides of my lips, wishing I could stay here for the rest of the day. I do not want to get out of bed.

Sadly, I had to.

Snapping my eyes open, I lifted my weight, seating on the bed, stretching my arms wide.

I let out a frustrated groan when I figured it was a school day.

That’s over seven hours of boring nothing.

I already know half of what the teachers are saying, I can’t understand why I’m not allowed to just skip classes.

It’s boring listening to what’s already in your brain.

I removed the blankets from my skin, the cold weather slapping against my bare body, I shuddered and looked downwards, frowning and arching my brows at the same time.

Come to think of it, what happened last night?

Part of my memory is impaled as in I can’t access them.

I didn’t drink. At least I think I didn’t.

Even if I did, I was still in control since I was wearing the same clothes from the party yesterday.

I do remember some things about the night.

I recalled walking in and sighting Eva and Kyle.

The bathroom incident.

The panic attack.

Kyle comforting me, the kiss we shared to make up. Kyle and I were okay now.

After that, I went back to my seat, Dylan being a jerk fast forward to going out in the cold, the jacket is placed over my skin, I touched my shoulders where he placed them.

Our bickering then Dylan got the driver to get us home…

I trailed off with my thoughts. I got so tired, I think I fell asleep on the way.

I remembered waking up at the gate, then falling back asleep then he carried me to my room.

Yeah.

I was in his arms.

I blushed furiously.

When we got here, I was half asleep already, I think he was saying some things but that part was fuzzy, I remember opening my eyes to meet his lips moving slowly, mouthing words I did not remember.

When it comes to Dylan, I can rest assured that It was probably his usual jerk jokes.

I think that’s all that happened, up until I woke up.

I got up from bed with a tired yawn.

For an event I didn’t participate in, I sure was spent.

Putting on my flip flops, I got up from the bed straight to the closet for something to put on.

I picked a simple outfit to get ready for school.

It was all jeans today.

A Jean packet with a plain white shirt inside, then Jean trousers and my usual backpack.

I placed them all on the bed then went into the bathroom.

Before then, I locked the door just in case.

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~Wednesday Morning

~7:30 am

It took barely ten minutes to get clothed, arrange my bag, pick out the books I’ll need then finally grabbed my idle phone on the desk.

Speaking of phones, it crossed my mind that I’ll keep postponing this, so I punched my dad’s number into the cell and waited for an answer.

The phone vibrated to signify they answered.

That was quick.

“Good Morning dad.”

I chirped happily. It’ll be refreshing to hear his voice.

“Morning.” A greeting came. I nodded my head as a response, they said they wouldn’t be gone for long, obviously a lie.

“Camilla. Honey!”

I giggled at my mom’s voice in the background. There was a slight shuffle which I think was caused by my dad handing the phone over.

“How are you? We are sorry we couldn’t call. It’s been hectic getting things back on track.”

I rolled my eyes since they weren’t in the room. I’ve heard that excuse before.

“It’s fine. I was getting ready for school, so I figured I’ll give you a call.”

I chuckled lightly.

“Thank you, dear. We’ll be home soon!”

Dad echoed in the background.

I sighed in relief. I hope so.

“How soon?”

I pushed hoping to hear this week or a few days.

“A few weeks, a month tops.”

What!?

I gulped unable to reply.

“Alright.”

I answered in a simple tone

“I should go now before it’s late.”

I click the end button and tossed the phone in my bag before they uttered another word.

Weeks? A month even?Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Wow. Terrific.

In annoyance, I hung my bag over my shoulder, pulled the doorknob about to walk out but instead, I nearly bumped into Dylan.

“Hi. Good Morning.”

He greeted, his hair was still very much wet after taking a bath.

I took a few steps back and took in his outfit.

Perfect. As always.

Well, he never really wears anything different, his usual black jeans and white shirt. But still, he manages to slay it perfectly.

“Are you getting breakfast because I am not hungry?”

He beamed. If he only knew the mood I was in.

“Let’s just go to school.”

I faked a smile. My parents ruined my day without me even knowing.

“Okay.”

The tension that existed this morning was awkward like it appeared out of nowhere.

He eyed me suspiciously, his lips slightly parted as if he wanted to drop a comment but was withholding himself.

******

I greeted his parents with yet another fake smile, I wasn’t feeling up to doing anything today. I just wanted to get through a normal day of school, lay on my bed and rest for a while.

At least I’ll get to Kyle, maybe seeing him will lift my spirits.

His line was cut off yesterday, so I haven’t heard from him all night.

Dylan and I got on the motorcycle.

Tiredly, I wrapped my arm around his torso, laying my head on his back.

It was an innocent move, one I figured wouldn’t mean anything, his body reaction was a different case.

I heard his haggard breathing as if that wasn’t enough, he turned and the look in his eyes.

I gulped and lifted my head, releasing my grip on him slightly.

“Let’s go.”

I cleared my throat doing my best calm demeanour, when in fact I was curious as well as shocked.

Nevertheless, he nodded, faced the road and drove off.

Let the weirdness end here. Please.

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