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🧘🏽‍♀️Living With Him🧘🏽‍♀️

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

           I didn't even know that shirt still existed, of course I remembered exactly how it looked. A simple back shirt which held a lot of emotions and memories for me. I snapped out of my trance the moment I realised I was staring at him wordlessly. Even if I tried to act like it wasn't affecting me, I would fall woefully at it.

"Camilla...." His voice showed he was worried about me, I was staring at him like I saw a ghost. I cleared my throat and shook my head a little.

"Am sorry, I was thinking about something."

"Clearly...." He trailed off focusing his gaze one me, I felt uncomfortable unable to look at him.

"Its okay if you don't wanna go anymore or you're having seconds thoughts about us going together."

"No...." I rebuked him immediately.

"I do want to go, I badly need a distraction from my daily routine and about us arriving together, it's not like I had a option, I can't exactly ask my parents to drive me to party not to mention they went out with Yours."  I exhaled and he smiled.

"Alright then, now that it's settled, we should get going." He seemed elated that we were going to s party , I was but not as much as him.

We both got downstairs, the night was still a little young, it kind of reminded me when I burnt our house down and we had to come live here. Dylan suddenly held my hand pulling me to walk faster to his bike. And in seconds, we were off.


The house was in sight, cars were littered around the parking lot along side most of the students in Kingston high, I took off my helmet as Dylan pulled over. The place reeked of alcohol but we moved closer nevertheless and went in. It got even worse, music was playing so high, I couldn't even tell the direction it came in.
Most of the students were either drinking and dancing or doing both. 

"Ok Dylan, I'll tell you when I'm ready to go." I was about to leave but he pulled me towards him.

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" We were raising our voices just to be heard.

"Yes, I'll be okay." I responded rolling my eyes.

"I have been to a highschool party before." I added when he looked at me skeptically.

"Alright, just be careful." My eyes darted to the shirt one more time and I smiled.

"Even if I wss, you'll always be there to save me." I mumbled under my breathe and walked away. The first I tried to do was to fullfil my promise to Miranda and search for her. I figured if I found the bitches and her minions, I might find Miranda. Like Dylan said, I'm gonna ask for an explanation before jumping into the conclusion that she might be one of them.
After minutes of searching, I noticed them close to the open bar. Of course Miranda was with them, she stood aside but she was there. Her eyes lit up when she sighed me. Suddenly, they widened, she was trying to tell me something. I got to them and the leader raised her head up, I really have to find out their names.

"Camilla Renee." She stated, i rolled my eyes waiting for Miranda to come along.

"I didn't come here for you, I'm here for her." I nudged my head towards Miranda, they started chuckling.

"I have no idea what's funny?" I shrugged .

"Nothing, it's funny you think one of us would want to associate with you." She trailed her eyes on my body, chuckled Inna mocking manner and left. I had no idea but it hurt, it made me feel like what I wore was preety terrible, I ran back to bar and started drinking.


After my third shot of tequila, I started getting tipsy. My vision was a little blurred, I saw Miranda from afar running towards me.

"I'm so sorry, I tried to tell you to wait." I roles my eyes as she sat close to me.

"Aren't you one of them? Why are you even talking to someone like me."

"Camilla, there are a lot of things you still don't understand."

"Then explain everything to me." I demanded, she exhaled then started.

"My parents work at Gina's house." She started.

"Who's Gina?"

"The leader." She added.

"I have to do what they said or else my parents might get hurt, I don't want to but they're working their asses off for me, I might as well do something to help..." Even with the alcohol in my system, I still felt extremely bad. Almost in tears.....



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