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

            Like I said, two years ago was in a way the happiest and worse day of my life. You guessed right, Dylan was the happy part and this douchebag in front of me was the worse part. Brandon was a student of Richmond highschool, it was close to ours so they got invited to almost all our parties. The rest is a long story I don't want to dwell in right now but two years ago, something happened between the three of us. Dylan forgot but it is plastered at the back of my head, I can't ever forget what happened.

"You are Camilla Renee...." He trailed off with a smirk plastered on his face.

"Stay away from me Brandon." I spat out, my voice as cold and rough as ice.

"We'll be seeing each other soon Camilla, dream of me. That shouldn't be too hard." He winked, turned around and walked away. As he did, I realised a breathe I didn't know I was holding, I could finally breathe properly. I held my chest to avoid having another panic attack because of him.

"Breathe Camilla...just breathe..." I said to myself taking sharp breaths. After a while, I regained myself and fought hard not to cry over him. That bastard doesn't deserve any of my tears and he isn't getting them. I went back to the bar to get yet another drink whilist sending a text to Dylan to tell him I wanted to leave, coming to this party was a mistake. I didn't even have Miranda's number to tell her I wanted to leave, I would have to wait till Monday to inform her then. I chunked a shot of alcohol before disposing of the bottle and laying on the grass. My phone beeped, two texts came in. One from Dylan and the other from Kyle. I shrugged opening the one that came first. Kyle.

💬 Hey, are you okay? I haven't seen you since the game? Kyle. I didn't reply, I just read and ignored. He didn't have a right to care about me anymore. My fingers tapped Dylan's message and it opened up.

💬 Alright, meet me at the parking lot and hey are you okay? Dylan. They both said the same thing in a way but I wasn't ready to be okay this night, I just wanted a warm bath, my soft bed and a long, long rest. I checked the time, it wasn't even midnight yet. Usually, I would still be at a party by this time and get a scolding by the time I'm home. They haven't even called yet which is weird for them so it's either they're out late like us or they got home and slept off immediately without bothering to check up on me. 

💬 Ok. I responded to Dylan's text, got up and began moving towards the parking lot. My phone beeped again.

💬 Hey, I'm sorry I couldn't spend much time with you because of the girls, I'll definately make it up to you but it seems your night went fun as well. Unknown. It was accompanied with a wink emoji, I realised who it was and wondered how she got my number. I locked my phone deciding to reply to all my text messages before sleeping, when I get home. 

Dylan walked out minutes later, his hands in his pocket. He didn't look drunk, probably because he knew he would be driving. 

"Ready?" He asked for confirmation, I nodded my head slowly with a small smile and got on the bike. He drove off immediately, my eyes wanted to close so badly. I was extremely tired, I rested my head on his back holding his as tight as I could closing my eyes, letting the wind blow past my face.


We arrived at his house, he pulled over and helped me down, taking the helmet off my face, messing my hair a little. I offered him a half smile and wanted to walk inside, he held my hand stopping me and making me stare at him. Frankly, I was too tired to even oppose.


"Huh..." I responded sleepily.

"Have we kissed before?" He asked seriously, that question turned me sober almost immediately.




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