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"LIVING WITH HIM" EPISODE 14"


🧘🏽‍♀️ Living With Him 🧘🏽‍♀️

   πŸ”ž{The Bad Boy Wants Me}πŸ”ž
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✍🏽CHAPTER  FOURTEEN✍🏽
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πŸ₯°Camilla's PovπŸ₯°


             I rubbed my eye lids stretching on my bed, I laid back down.

"Mmm....so soft." I moaned not wanting to get out of bed. I groaned when I figured it was a school day,  removed the blankets from my body , I looked downwards and I was still wearing the same clothes from the party yesterday. I didn't drink much so I remembered everything, Kyle and I were okay now. Dylan got the driver to get us home and then he carried me to me room. I knew he was saying some things but that part was fuzzy because I was half awake. It was probably his usual jerk jokes, I got up from bed with a yawn. I picked a simple outfit to get ready for school. 

I grabbed my books and my  phone. Deciding I would probably forget later on, I dailed my dad's number waiting for him to answer.

πŸ“žMorning dad. I chirped happily.

πŸ“ž Morning kiddo. He answered.

πŸ“ž Is that Camilla? I heard mom's voice from the background.

πŸ“ž Hey mom. I greeted with a smile.

πŸ“ž Am actually getting ready for school, I just called to check up on you. Are you coming back soon? I asked, there was an awkward silence, he cleared his throat. 

πŸ“ž Umm dear, we don't know when we would be back yet. We're sorry kiddo. I sighed in disappointment.

πŸ“ž It's okay dad. I responded in a low tone.

πŸ“ž I'll call you after school, I have to go. I hung up before they could respond.

"Morning." A greeting came from Dylan behind me. I nodded my head as a response, they said they wouldn't be gone for long, obviously a lie.

"Are you getting breakfast because am not hungry."

"Let's just go to school." I faked a smile.

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

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.

Dylan and I got on the bike, I held onto him resting my head on his bike, his body reacted a little, I got up sucking in a harsh breath.

"Let's go." I said in a calm tone and he drove off.

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Like I said, the tension was awkward and strange. Since everyone had seen us arrive together, there was no need to hide it anymore. Dylan parked his car in the lot and I stepped down.

"I'll see you after school." My fake smiles were plastered on my face.

"Hey Camilla, smile for real. It looks good on you." I didn't know how to respond, I gave him a half smile and walked away.
It became my hobby to always check my locker first before going to first period coupled with the fact that it had become our netting point, Kyle and I. I shut my locker lightly. Finally, I saw him walk up to me.

"Morning." I beamed, he gulped and bowed his face.

"Well someone woke up unhappy." I joked.

"What can I do to make it better now...Hmm..." I giggled trying to brighten his face.

"Camilla, I..."

"By the way, where did you suddenly run off to yesterday. I came by to say goodbye and you just vanished." I added curiously.

"I had sex with Eva last night." He blurted out and my face froze, a minute ago I was giggling and smiling, now I was just speechless.

"What...How? Why?"

"I really don't want to use the drunk guy excuse but that's what happened. She knew I was drunk so she took it to her advantage."

"So you two left the party for a quickie? I asked extremely hurt.

"I'm sorry Camilla."

"No Kyle, I'm sorry. I can't believe I trusted you, I  thought we were okay turns out I was wrong. Have fun with Eva." I spat out full of rage and ran off not wanting to talk to him.....
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6 comments:

  1. I knew Kyle will have sex with that Eva or even Eve. Thank you write

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    1. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ indeedπŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

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    2. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ indeedπŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

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