Chapter 24 What Does He Know?
**CAMILLA**
WEDNESDAY
The weirdness didn’t end.
Arriving at his place, I hopped off the motorcycle and rushed instead, walking faster than I usually would.
When he made no efforts to reach out, I lowered my head and shut the door behind me.
I ran upstairs, locked myself in my room and sucked in a harsh breath. The walls felt as though they were closing in on me, not to mention my airway feeling clogged all of a sudden.
“Things are turning out terribly for me. For starters, I caused a fire in my house, I lost my boyfriend, my parents are away. I don’t need a soothsayer to let me know that I’m bad luck.”
I whispered to my hearing.
My shoulders began to shake in light sobs. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I got to my bed and laid flat, burying my face into my pillow, screaming out all my frustrations and then I cried even harder.
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Half an hour later, I pulled off my clothes and went into the shower, when I get out I’ll fall on the bed, shut my eyes and sleep in hopes of my problems disappearing into thin air before I wake up.
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By the time I woke up, it was pretty late. About nine pm at night making roughly five hours of sleep or more.
My stomach grumbled in hunger. I didn’t eat much today.
I didn’t eat any food aside from the chips I got during lunch break, my appetite just wasn’t there, but now I’m starved.
I felt itchy so I opted for any shower, taking off my clothes.
Minutes later, I changed into something else, put on my padded slippers, exited the room and went downstairs to grab a quick snack.
After minutes of probing the kitchen, I settled for a bowl of cereal and milk.
I held it to my chest weakly, walking tiredly to my room when I heard noises from the theatre.
It’s after nine pm. Someone was watching a movie maybe?
Out of curiosity, I moved towards the room to check.
Poking my head inside, I caught the sight of Dylan seating comfortably, a hand-dipped inside a bowl of popcorn while his eyes remained glued to the TV.
He looked so focused on what he was watching.
Wait a second.
I cocked my head sideways, a tiny gasp escaping from my lips.
Can’t be.
“You’re watching “The Notebook”
I chuckled. That got his attention, he noticed my presence, turned back, his eyes widened having been caught by yours truly.
“Dylan Emerton is watching a romance movie, this is front-page news.”
I giggled and he glared, picked up the remote and switched it off.
“No evidence.”
He smirked. I rolled my eyes steadily approaching him.
“Why are you still up.”
He smiled a little. I reached where he was and took a seat across.
“I’m not, I’ve been asleep since we got back, I was hungry so I came downstairs to grab a snack.”
Speaking of which, I picked my spoon and started eating slowly.
“Why the notebook?”
I mused after a momentary silence.
“Nothing, I just felt like watching it.”
He shrugged his shoulders, switching it back on.
“I thought you’re one of those guys who mock girls that are helpless romantics.”
“I am. You won’t say a word about this to anyone.”
He threatened. The face he made at the end was too funny to pass off, I chuckled again, shoving a spoon full of cereal in my mouth.
“Maybe I will. Maybe I won’t.”
I sneered and he glared.
“I mean it, Camilla.”
He seethed, gritting his teeth at the end.
Someone’s mad. At least he understands how I felt back in the locker room.
“I probably won’t remember anyway.”
I rolled my eyes focusing more on my meal, he returned to his movie shortly afterwards.
“Why?”
Facing the screen, he asked and I halted.
“I have this stupid problem of forgetting things when I’m sleepy”
“Are you sleepy?”
“Nope.”
I popped the “p” and he groaned.
“It’s not funny.”
He added. Yeah, this is hilarious.
“Let’s just watch the movie.”
Switching spots, I took the closest seat to him the placed my hand on his shoulders as we watched in silence.
“Kyle hurt you didn’t he?”
He broke the silence seconds later.
“How.? W-When?”
I stuttered.
“Our rooms aren’t as far apart as you think plus, it’s clear in your eyes.”
He stared at me before looking away.
“He had sex with her on purpose.”
I clarified, my voice turning hard.
“Ohh.”
He said simply.
“It hurts like hell.”
My voice came out low and broken. He did that.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.”
I didn’t respond since he was right. He shouldn’t have brought that bastard up.
I merely focused on the movie.
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“Hey, Camilla.”
He called out, I finished the cereal and my full concentration was on the movie although it had almost ended.
“Camilla.”
He poked my shoulders, I whipped my head in his direction with a massive glare.
“Would you shut it? It’s the favourite part of the movie and I’d like to enjoy it.”
I snapped turning back to the screen. My eyes were threatening to screw shut, now I’m sleepy but I want to watch the end. I yawned, wiping my face with my left palm.
I’ll watch till the end.
“Before you moved in here, have we met before? Maybe outside of school? I feel as though we have.”
I heard Dylan ask.
My eyes were closing. I was tired.
The movie had ended.
“Yeah… countless times. In school.”
I emphasized the last part.
“I don’t mean school Camilla, I mean have we met like just the two of us?”
I yawned, leaning further into his body, sniffing his shirt.
His cologne was fucking intoxicating. I raised my head from his shoulder trying to keep my eyes on him.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.
“Yes, we have.”
I mumbled unsure if he heard me.
“Where?”
There was this unreadable expression in his eyes. I can’t think about that now. I just want to sleep.
I yawned again, wrapping my hands around his torso.
“Camilla. Where?”
He asks again and I shut my eyes completely. Without answering.
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