Living With The Player

**CAMILLA RENÉE**

FRIDAY.

Making a mental note to pick the books I’ll need for the weekend, the weekend which includes tutoring Dylan, I shoved them to the corner so they’ll be easier to pick up when I return.

Moving my head to the giant clock in the middle of the hallway, I saw it was almost time for the first period. I can’t wait to get this day over with.

With that thought, I shut my locker and spun around on my way to class.

Wrong move.

Looking forward, I saw Kyle approaching, his features indicate he was searching for someone.

Who? Maybe me? I doubt Eva’s locker is located anywhere around here. Still, an early morning confrontation isn’t what I’d like.

Almost immediately, I clung to my books about to turn just to avoid him.

I sighted the clock and that’ll make me late for class. English class. Considering the stunt I pulled last time if I end up being late she’ll write up a three weeks detention note for me.

Not good.

With that, I held my stance keeping my gaze on some other student except him.

He might not be looking for me. There are tens of students currently here, it could be anyone else.

Moving forward slowly, Our paths crossed. Please don’t do anything.

That prayer didn’t move to pass the school’s roof.

As he brushed my shoulders, he reached for my arm, tightening his hand around it then pulling me towards himself.

I gulped.

I’m stuck. His grip was firm and tight.

Students crossed our path having no idea of what was going on.

I can’t miss class.

“What?!”

I thundered.

I made my voice hard, cold, and rough. Unlike the sweet Camilla he knew, the Camilla he cheated on and lied to without remorse.

The one beside him was filled with anger. No emotions whatsoever towards him.

“Can we talk?”

His tone was pleading. I swear I heard him sniffle as though my attitude was soul-crushing.

Very funny. I wonder how I felt when the news hit me? Oh right. I know. Heartbroken.

“It’ll only take a minute, I promise.”

I sighted the clock again. Two minutes.

Ugh.

I hesitated before nodding my head slowly.

I’ll stand and pretend to listen then leave.

“Lead the way.”

My face was straight as he walked ahead to an empty class. English class isn’t so far from here, so it’s still a win.

“60 seconds and counting.”

I tapped my foot on the floor to show how impatient I was. That’s the time limit I have before the bell goes off.

“Firstly, I love you.”

He started. I held the sarcastic comments from dropping out. So many comebacks, but he deserves none of them. He can say shit.

“I made a mistake, I shouldn’t have taken her out with me not to mention touching her or having sex with her, sorry isn’t big enough to describe my apology.”

He added as my breathing slowed down.

When are boys so cliche? I knew that’s all he’ll have to say. Nothing more.

Sorry does not change a damn thing. Hell, it does not even make things better. Not one bit.

“Camilla, I don’t know what to do that’ll make this better. I do know that I can’t lose you, I don’t want to lose you ever.”

His voice was low. Well then, should’ve thought about that before screwing some girl. We are past that now. I do not give a damn about this.

“Twenty seconds.”

I looked away.

“I promise you, I would never cheat on you again, just a second chance please.”

My resolves were slowly falling apart. The resolve I’m keeping up not to bash him.

“Ten seconds.”

I voiced out with a sniffle. It’s funny how much anger turns into tears, especially when I don’t need to cry.

“Camilla, I love you.”

He repeated. Sure you do.

Ugh.

“Five seconds.”

I gulped, my lips quivering. I curled my fist. Anything to control the anger I’m feeling.

“I love you more than anything and I don’t want to lose you, please.”

He begged.

“Three seconds Kyle.”

I quickly wiped the tear that rolled out.

“Time’s up, I have to go.”

I turned around and made the leave.

“I’m sorry since you might hate me more for this.”

Suddenly, He pulled me closer against the door of the class and fused our lips.

His lips moved against mine. This feels like torture, the kiss was good.

It was great in fact. But no.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

I won’t give in. I can’t give in.

I didn’t kiss him back, I couldn’t.

All I could think about was his hands on her body, touching her, thrusting into her, making her feel good over and over again. It disgusted me.

The anger overwhelmed my senses giving me the push I needed. I shoved him away so hard, he almost tipped over and fell.

“Stay away from me.”

Tears clogged my throat. I opened the door and rushed out.

The bell sounded through the hallway, I turned to see if he was trailing me and without looking forward, I bumped into someone else.

“I’m sorry.”

I apologized immediately since it’s solely my fault.

“It’s fine. Hey, are you okay?”

She asked tenderly, noticing my puffy eyes and possibly swollen face.

“No.”

My voice broke. I couldn’t find the strength to utter a lie. I broke down.

“That’s a stupid question, please don’t shed tears like that when they’re fine. It’s fine, just come with me.”

I didn’t know why but I walked with her.

We reached the girl’s restroom.

“I’m Miranda.”

She said as I dried my tears.

This is highly embarrassing. Crying in front of a stranger.

“Camilla,” I responded and she smiled.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Camilla.”

She smiled.

What’s making her elated? I wish I could act like that every time, but my life isn’t giving me many reasons to stay happy.

I am grateful that she helped me, aside from that she wasn’t the nosey time.

Miranda didn’t question the state she found me in.

She didn’t inquire from me why I broke down.

Even if she did, I’d just burst into another round of tears. I can’t explain my disaster of a life to anyone.

Where do I start from? The fire? My involvement in it? My boyfriend? The player I’m living with? No clue since my life is a mess.

I clung to the sink, lowered my head and let the tears roll freely.

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