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   🔞{The Bad Boy Wants Me}🔞
🥰Camilla's Pov🥰

           Before I could respond, I heard whispers followed by slight cooing. I looked around and some of the guys began to stare at out giggling to themselves.

"Shut it y'all." 

Dylan yelled at the top of his voice, I snickered at his attitude. 

"So, will you?"

He repeated, I smacked my lips acting like I was still thinking. After a second or two, I frowned my face and his fell. Suddenly, I brightened it up with a sly grin.

"Alright." I beamed, he laced our fingers immediately, the guys began gushing immediately. He shoved them the finger and we walked out, Gina glaring at us.

"Where exactly are we going?"

I curiously asked.

"Well, where do you want to go?"

"Anywhere, there aren't any classes." I responded.

"Nerd." He retorted in a teasing manner.

"I am not..." I argued, he chuckled elbowing me.

"You really are Camilla."

"I'm not really." I argued.

"Alright, alright." We were walking towards the parking lot.

"Like I said, the day isn't complete unless I drive you to school or from." He cocked his head towards the bike, I understood immediately and we walked towards it.

"So where to?" I repeated.

"You'll see. " He answered handing me a helmet.

"Okey...." I mutter under my breathe. He starts the bike and begins to drive off.


He finally pulled over, I took off my bike and we were at a coffee shop. I twitched my lips in confusion, I was expecting...not a coffee shop. He chuckled noticing my expression, took my hand and directed me inside.

"Why are we here?"

"Shhh..." He cautioned immediately.

"You'll spoil it all with questions, live for the moment." He responded.

"Hmm...." I replied, he smiled pulling the door open for me to lead the way. I looked around trying to decipher the meaning behind this shop, it looked pretty average though.

" boy." A middle aged man walked up to us, he hugged him and pecked his cheeks. I've never seen Dylan so carefree and Smiley.

"Papa Tom, this is Camilla, Camilla Papa Tom." He introduced us, I smiled softly.

"She must be special, you never bring any girl over."

OMG, is it just me or did Dylan Emerton just blush. It went away as quickly as it came but I could swear I notice a blush on his cheeks. He waved it off and so did I, we walked to a table taking our seats.

"Papa Tom and my dad are friends, it might be small but this place is like my safe haven, factory reset in a way." He whispered lowly, my heart softened. Never have I ever seen him so natural.

"Aren't you going to say something?"

"Nope." I chirped as a waiter served us tea.

"So, I have another favour to ask." 

I sipped some of my coffee.

"You know there was a practice match today at our school. Tomorrow there'll be another at Kingston High. It's alot to ask but since there won't be any school activities, maybe you could come with the team and watch me play." He requested, I exhaled and let out a breathe.

"But that would mean I would face Brandon head on..." I thought to myself silently.

"It would mean so much Camilla to know you're there." 

He adds softly and I want to say yes so badly but my goal should be giving space between Brandon and I, Dylan already sees the resemblance, the three of us being together doesn't sound good at all. Silence reigned between us, he waited patiently for my answer. I thought about it and inhaled coming up with an answer.


I started hoping this was the right choice.......



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