Living With The Player

**CAMILLA**

WEDNESDAY.

After that little moment of genuine happiness, the awkwardness dissolved a little.

In time, it disappeared and we seemed to have a normal conversation, the time two people who attended the same school would have.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Weird right?

I know.

It got to the point that we started talking about random things such as pet peeves, likes and dislikes, I got to know Dylan Emerton a little not than when I walked into this garden.

I forgot all about Eva and everything that occured this morning.

The smile on my face was there to stay, at least until I leave here and get back into the real world.

Which was now. The bell rung and what was nearly half an hour felt like two minutes.

That’s how being with Dylan felt.

Wow.

I forced a smile to mask the disappointment in me for leaving this place, if I wasn’t such a nerd I might as well just skip classes, but I was. I am a nerd.

“Not to sound like a kill joy or a sadist, oh well I am just going to put this out here. After the revelation, does it mean you two are broken up? Or you’ll still try and speak with him?”

He asked keeping a straight face.

I could tell there was no hidden agenda or mockery beneath those words. In fact, it seems Dylan Emerton was merely curious.

“You want the truth? I don’t know. I walked out on him this morning, but he’s not aware that Eva and I had a confrontation causing me to find out the secret. I’m not sure but I do know I don’t want to see him now. That should be good enough. I’ll decide how to handle things later on, but our relationship is on a broken bridge.”

I replied truthfully. He nodded.

“I understand fully, but there might be a problem with one of your requests. The one that has to do with not seeing him…”

He trailed off. I furrowed my brows in confusion, waiting for his next statement which should explain things.

“Why…”

I trailed off requesting a fill in.

Leaning further into my body, he placed both hands over my shoulders, making eye contact for a split second, my breath hitched, but he had other plans.

Without warning, he turned me towards his direction and I caught the sight of Kyle literally storming towards us.

He does not look happy.

I got, the tingles on my shoulders were not missed.

So much for not wanting to see him.

“That’s my cue to leave as much as I badly want to hit him. I think it’s best I leave you two. For now. I’ll see you.”

His hands crossed my waist before he tucked both of them in his pockets and strode away.

Two point of contact in one day.

Dylan passed Kyle and I know that smirk on his face was left there on purpose.

Kyle made no attempt to hide his distaste in meeting us together.

Right. Like I care.

“I don’t have anything to say to you.”

I started the minute he was close enough. My arms were crossed plus I had a huge glare directed towards him. That should send the memo.

“I know, I just need to tell you the truth…”

“What truth?”

I scoffed with a sarcastic laugh hitting the back of my throat.

Some fucking nerve.

“I wasn’t drunk last night, I knew what I was doing. I’m sorry for lying earlier, I was so embarrassed of it and how you would react, but I shouldn’t have lied to you and I’m here to fix that.”

He confessed. Eva wasn’t lying.

I can’t look shock twice now can I? I already know the truth, but I wasn’t expecting him to open up so easily. That caught me off guard.

“Oh wow.”

I mumble sarcastically.

“I’m sorry Camilla, there’s no excuse for what I did.”

“So why did you do it?”

I cut him off again. If there’s no excuse, there should be a reason right?

“Moment of weakness I guess, I am sorry.”

I scoffed. He guess? Wow. This day keeps getting better and better.

“Fuck you and fuck your apology.”

I spat out full of despair.

“In case you had cotton balls in your ears earlier, I’ll repeat it again. Stay far away from me.”

I said flipping the finger in his face. I spun around and walked away to get to class a little late.

He made no attempt to pull me back, that I’m thankful. If anyone tries to pull me back or do anything to annoy me, I’ll let out this untame anger which I’m desperately trying not to let loose.

****

The day was almost over, I kept myself all through but I knew what would happen the moment I was alone.

Thankfully, the final Bell was rung, I hung my bag over my shoulder and was on my merry way to meet up with Dylan.

“Hey Bitch.”

That farmilar voice cursed as I slammed my locker.

Where have I heard it from though?

Oh. I recall her now. She’s the one who hit me the day I walked into school with Dylan or rode into school rather.

“Look girl, who ever you are, I have no intention of taking Dylan from you, he’s all yours. I’m not in the mood for anything like this today. I have a bad headache caused by a terrible day, so please get out of my way.”

My voice was calm but hard. As I said, barely holding it in.

“No intention of taking Dylan yet you seemed to enjoy talking to him.”

Wow. Seriously? Okay. I’m not to talk to him any longer. A guy who isn’t even her boyfriend.

I truly don’t have time to argue.

“Ugh, as I said, no time for this. If you don’t want me to talk to Dylan who isn’t your boyfriend, that’s fine by me. I just want to leave. May I go now? Okay… Bye”

I rushed out trying to pass by.

She pulled me by my arm, her louisy attempt to shove me back.

Once bitten, twice shy. Her funeral.

In return, I stomped as hard as I could over her leg.

Her grip on my arm dissolved and she seethed.

“Today is not a day to mess with me.”

I threatened shoving a finger in her face.

Dylan was in the parking lot, I marched towards him, turning back a few times to see if she trailed me.

She didn’t.

Getting closer, I noticed a different look on his face.

Not the one he left the garden with. He scanned my body then rested his gaze on my face. I’m fucking stressed.

“Let’s go.”

My voice came out rough and hard.

He turned back and stared at me for a few seconds, he didn’t ask why I acted that way.

I got on the bike, pushing my hair into the helmet, I held his shoulders instead of wrapping my arms around his torso as I usually would.

He hesitated for a few seconds and just when I figured he’ll say something or ask something.

He ignited the engine and drove off.

That concludes an extremely weird Wednesday.

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