Living With The Player

**CAMILLA**

I let out an angry groan then trailed after him, I passed Kyle as well but switched my gaze back to a moving Dylan. Kyle can enjoy his night with Eva.

Dylan picked a table, seating on one end while I made my way to the other.

As he did, he dug out his phone and began playing games or chatting.

It was either my question that disturbed him or he was following my instructions. Let’s try the latter and see how it goes.

“I lift the rule.”

I cleared my throat, he looked up for a second before going back to his screen.

What the…

Now I’m bored and Dylan is truly being annoying. Where’s the guy who wouldn’t stop pestering me?

“Hey, I said I lift the rule. I’m bored.”

I pouted my lips which he would notice if I got one glance. I got nothing.

Seriously?

“Okay.”

He replied without lifting his head.

That’s even colder than the first three replies I got. What’s on with him?

It’s like he has three or four personalities, so unstable, acts like someone who’s bipolar or was diagnosed with it in the past. Damn annoying.

I parted my lips to speak, he lifted his head at that moment, I paused deciding to let him speak first. Hear him out and what comes next better be an apology for acting like a dick all night.

“Look over there, that’s Kyle. I’m sure he’ll be a great source of excitement for you. I’m boring, you may go back to him. By all means, I’m not stopping you ”

Half of his words were dripping with sarcasm, the other half I didn’t understand, that’s his business. I’m not interested in comprehending or getting to know why he’s this way.

This is all my fault and no one else is to blame.

It all should’ve been avoided if I just stayed back.

I scoffed in response and got up in annoyance.

He didn’t notice or he did but didn’t care.

I walked away, deciding to go to the bathroom, powder my face and clear my thoughts, maybe even get a cab to drive me home afterwards.

I can’t stand three or four more hours in this place, with “this” Dylan and then Kyle and that bitch barely three feet from me.

******

I reached the bathroom with no one in it, got in and faced the mirror staring at my reflection, Mrs Emerton did an amazing job, too bad my smile is gone because of that dick.

I reached into my bag and powered my face, adding a little blush so I don’t look as down as I felt.

Just then, the door opened, I looked over to see who it was and guess what?

Eva walked in.

Well, this could be a coincidence, two girls feeling the urge to visit the restroom at the same time, or she could be a psychotic person that trailed me here, meaning she’s been watching me.

Again could be a coincidence.

Either way, I’m not in for the little bathroom talk.

I rolled my eyes about to walk out on her, I was done either way

Just then, She held my shoulders preventing me from taking another step. Her grip was fucking tight. I looked over her shoulder to meet her eyes.

There was no trace of the sweet giggly girl I met barely five minutes ago. Her eyes were dark while her lips curved into a smile. A wicked smile.

“I like Kyle, Camilla.”

She stated simply. Really? No seriously, are you kidding me?

I couldn’t do anything but roll my eyes at her comment.

Crossing my arms, I turned and faced her fully.

“He’s my boyfriend.”

I responded, pressing my lips to taunt her. She knew that, but it’s more fun watching her get annoyed with my constant reminder.

“Yet you’re with Dylan.”

She smirked.

“I’m not with Dylan, as for why we came to this party today, the simple truth is that I don’t have to explain anything to you, as I said Kyle is my boyfriend, I don’t care if you like him or don’t like him. Truly I’ve realised that I don’t care if you go to this fundraiser with him, at the end of the day you’re still at the losing end. Know why? He’s my fucking boyfriend. Nothing can change that.”

I finished and held back at flipping the finger. This is so childish. Stalking me in the bathroom. I have to go now.

At the end of my statement, she smiled.

“Look, I know you two are having problems. I can sniff it off.”

I chuckled.

“So what? You’re planning on playing comforter? Your choice. I won’t tell you to back off or anything, you may do as you please since it’s your life, but I’ll truly prefer not to leave you heartbroken when we sort ourselves out.”RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

I clicked my tongue against my teeth then shook my head. That threw her off a bit then the smirk was back. This is getting annoying now.

Since her hand was off me, I turned away and headed for the day. This is something twelve-year-olds would do.

“Don’t be silly Camilla, you’re a smart person, now answer this, do you think you’ll still sort yourself out after he finds out the truth about you and Dylan. I don’t mean the fact that you’re attracted to him because you are, I’m not judging I mean look at him, I’m talking about the truth. The one thing you keep locked away in your cupboard from everyone. That truth. If Kyle finds, will he still want you back, I mean you’re barely hanging on a thread now, what occurs then?”

Without turning, I gulped down hard.

There’s only one secret I’m hiding that concerns Dylan. It better not be what I think it is. There’s no way in hell she’d know anyway?

“What truth.”

I asked feigning extreme confusion and ignorance. She might just be playing possum Afterall.

“The truth Camilla, I know what transpired two years ago and I doubt Kyle knows too. Why don’t we tell him huh?”

She asked standing behind me. I quivered as shivers ran down my very core. How? Just how is this possible?

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