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🧘🏽‍♀️Living With Him🧘🏽‍♀️

   🔞{The Bad Boy Wants Me}🔞
✍🏽EPISODE THIRTY EIGHT{Season Quarter Finale}✍🏽
🥰Camilla's Pov🥰

           After dinner, I walk upstairs and go straight to bed forcing myself not to walk up to his room and ask him what's wrong.

The next morning, I wake up feeling down, I couldn't figure out why but everyone ached coupled with the fact that I had nightmares. Nightmares I hadn't had in two years were resurfacing. Brandon came back and he brought me him retched memories I detested. But they're nothing I can do about it. I reached for my pain killers to help with the aching making a mental note to get a cup of coffee to help with my new found insomia.

Afterwards, I take a quick shower and get ready for school. If was a little chilly and I wished I could wear his hoodie but I can't. I inhaled the scent and tucked it away. Grabbing my bags, closing my room behind me.
Just then, I sight Dylan at the far end of the hallway. I stop dead in my tracks taking a second to look at him, it seemed like he didn't get any sleep either from the bags visible under his eyes.

He averts his eyes second later rushing down the stairs and from where I stood I clearly heard the door slam shut, I closed my tightly jumping in shock.

Nevertheless, I proceed to going down the stairs, waiting in the car for mom and dad to take me to school muttering a quick greeting to his parents.

"Umm dear, we're leaving on Thursday."

They announce as I roll my eyes.

"Of course you are."

Sarcasm was dripping from my tone as I look away.

"You're free to go out, you're not grounded anymore."

Dad says as he pulls over by the school.

"I don't care about that dad."

I respond coldly and step out the car closing the door not so lightly.

At the school gate is a bus parked, students were getting into it and I quickly remember that it was our turn to go to Kingston High for practice.

I didn't bother going towards my locker, I went straight for the bus to maybe try and find Dylan or something.

"And where do you think you're going bitch!"

Gina yells, shoving me. I fall to the ground spraining my ankle, Miranda averts her eyes clearly sad but there's nothing she can do. I don't blame her, it's for the sake of her family.

"I'm sorry, did that hurt?"

She asks mockingly, I get up slightly limping.

"This bus is for cheer leaders, team mates not ugly ducklings and boring people"

She adds as her minions giggle.

"Now beat me!"

She thunders and I gulp.

Dylan isn't here, he just had to leave early. I have to leave instead of embarrassing myself. I spun around when I crash into a human wall. His eyes drifts off to my knee and then turn to glare at Gina.

"So help me God if I see you two feets close to her Gina. Don't ever hurt her again."

"But Dylan, she was trying to come with us."

"Yes, because I asked her. She's mine, she's with me."

He says firmly and I blush furiously.

"He called me his.." I mumble under my breathe. He holds my hand tenderly and we walk into the bus.

"Does it hurt?" He asks softly or at least that's what I think he said, he lips were moving but I wasn't really paying attention.

"Camilla...." I shook my head in negation.

"Alright, come on." He tugs my hand slightly taking me to a seat. I just had one thing on my mind.

"She's mine...."



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  2. Of course you are his and no one can snatch you away from him. Not Kylan, not Brando and not even Blake. Thank you author

  3. Dylan don't loose your tressure to anyone not even Blake.Thanks you author.



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