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🧘🏽‍♀️Living With Him🧘🏽‍♀️

   🔞{The Bad Boy Wants Me}🔞
❤️Season Two❤

🥰Camilla's Pov🥰

My feets are practically stuck to the ground. I'm unable to move or think, I just let the air escape from my nostrils in an attempt to breathe properly. A failed attempt.

It feels like I'm on the verge of loosing my mind. His words struck deep into my soul hitting me like a dagger countless times over. The more I think about it, the more I realised that it's my fault.

I didn't even stop to think how hard that confession must've been for him. I just ran off.

I'm such an idiot, I probably hurt him badly. Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!

Throughout the rest of the day, the roles are reversed. I end up searching every nook and cranny of the school for Dylan. I didn't even get a whiff of him. If had me worried and feeling guilty at all once.

The final Bell sounded only I was too far gone to hear it. Only after the last student walked out did I realise school was over for the day. In other words, I needed to face Dylan soon.

I got my things ready before leaving. Earlier today, I already assumed Dylan would be driving me home after school so I'm not really sure what to do next right now. If truly he left me, it meant I'm stranded in school.

I breathed in relief noticing Dylan on his bike talking to some girl. She giggled to something he said obviously finding it funny. He raked his hands through his hair and from where I stood, it almost seemed like he was flirting with her.

I almost forgot Dylan was a play boy. Almost. We weren't dating so no emotional attachment what so ever existed between us. Technically and in theory, he's a free man who's obviously using that freedom to flirt. How great.

Keeping a low profile, I carefully walked up to them,

"Let's go Dylan."

"I'll seen you tomorrow Kate."

"Do you really have to go much less with this arsonist."

She spat out glaring.

"What did you call me?"

I questioned infuriated.


Dylan called with a smirk.

"Yes Dylan...."

"Go away, I never want to see your face ever again. I mean it. "



He repeated in a much firmer tone.

"Get on. Let's go."

He handed me a helmet.

"Why did you defend me? I thought you were flirting with her."

"I wasn't flirting with her. We're partners on a project."

"She was all over you...."

"Yeah but I wasn't flirting with her."

I rolled my eyes at his logic.

"And for the other question, it shouldn't a question. I'll always defend you. No matter what. Get on, let's go."

I didn't push further although I badly wanted to, I simply got into his bike letting him drive away.




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