Living With The Player

**CAMILLA RENÉE**

FRIDAY,

His comment had me hissing loudly, it got more attention swayed in our direction.

I’m making this worse aren’t I?

No. I’m not at fault. This is his fault. Dylan’s fault. I need to remember that.

His presence had me feeling light-headed or was it the hundreds of eyes on us? Maybe both.

Okay. He needs to leave.

“Please leave.”

Instead of accepting my wishes, taking his tray and Leaving, my comment only seemed to amuse him more since he was smirking and grinning at intervals. Either he’s too blind to see how big of a scene he’s causing or he doesn’t care. Yup.

Dylan does not care. In fact I’m beginning to think these kind of things are what turns him on. His weird fetish.

“Did you miss me?”

He repeated for the nth time. I glare and he rolls the fry over his mouth, for a second I’m distracted by how good that looks.

The fries. I’m referring to then and not Dylan.

“Silence means yes Renee.”

That was the first time he called me by my last name. What happened to Camilla? More importantly, why did I like the sound of that from him.

It sounded sexy and alluring. Teachers call me that all the time, but with Dylan it’s something else.

Ugh.

“No. I didn’t miss you.”

I rolled my eyes at him to lay emphasis.

“You did.”

He argued.

“If you knew the answer then why ask anything if the first place?”

“Is that admittance I hear?”

He taunted pushing all the button available to push. I can’t with him. I don’t even want to.

“Did not.”

I retorted refusing to give in. This is childish bickering, but Dylan smirking makes me want to argue it until he raises his flag.

“Did too Camilla, admit it. You missed me.”

Back to Camilla. That sounds good as well. It’s his tongue and the way my name rolls off it. That’s it.

“You wish I’d miss you but even then, I won’t.”

Too loud. That last part was too loud. Ugh. What is the boy doing to me?

I dared run my eyes around the cafeteria. They’re not eating any more, their meal was the scene Dylan and I were casually putting on.

“I sat here so people won’t notice me, you just had to come over and ruin it all.”

I snapped, annoyed with him. I hope he noticed and leaves.

“Oh. I didn’t notice, I thought you were alone and sad after what happened and I thought…

“Nothing. I’ll go now as you asked ”

I suddenly want to hear the final parts of those words. He came here to make me feel better? Comfort me?

That’s un-Dylan like, but then again his tone was low. Too low for a prank.

“Wait, I’m sorry.”

I apologized quickly. He’s right. I’m annoyed over the Kyle issue and I snapped at him. Harshly. Which isn’t something I’d usually do. I’ve changed quite a lot these past few days. I believe he had a part to play in that as well.

His face softened and he placed both palms back on the table.

“So tell me, Who ass am I kicking?”

I raised a brow getting confused.

“You are grumpy meaning someone has you riled up. I could totally give that person a punch or two”

He joked. Or was he being serious?

I don’t think I’ll mind Kyle getting punched in the face from Dylan. That’ll serve him right after everything.

“I think Kyle and I officially ended it. I think. We haven’t really said the words, I haven’t because I’m not sure I can, but at this rate we might not need to. It’s over. It hurts, but it’s over.”

He stared at me with an inconceivable expression before shaking his head.

“You’re allowing him to get under your skin and acting as though you’re at the losing end when you couldn’t be more wrong and a guy like him is an arse. Just let it go for a day Camilla.”

Those words were actually soothing. I’m feeling loopy again.

“That’s not all.”

I added with an involuntary sigh.

“I met a girl, which isn’t something I’ll usually do, we also talked which isn’t like me at all. She was kind and caring. I even wanted to go a party tonight before I found out she is hanging out with your self proclaimed girlfriend and if your friends are acting like that, it must mean you’re a part of that circle of attitude.”

I shrugged my shoulders slightly uncertain.

They are the complete opposite of the Miranda I met.

I badly want her not to be like them, but if she is I’ll be proving myself right.

“Are you sure you want to judge her from the rest of them? You couldn’t even give her the benefit of doubt.”

I pondered on his words for a few seconds, debating internally.

What other reason could she have for seating with them?

Sighing, I realized there might be some truth to his words.

Maybe from her view, she has a good reason.

I can’t judge her from what I saw. Maybe I will attend the party tonight then speak to her, give her a fair chance to tell her stort.

“The school nurse isn’t too far? I’m sure you hit your head on the way over. This isn’t like you to give great advice.”

“Oh Renée, I am full of many surprise.”

He winked causing my stomach to flutter. The name. His voice. He’s just being extra sweet. It’s nothing.

Suddenly, Kyle appeared.

I saw him first approaching from behind, I raised my shoulders defensively, sucking in a harsh breath.

The smile on Dylan’s face fell through, he noticed nt discomfort and pieced that it was from whatever was behind me.

From that, he turned just as Kyle reached us.

I figured Kyle would try to say something to me, but what came next was him taking a huge swipe at Dylan.

That came unexpectedly.

My entire body seized and I think I held my breath for two seconds or more before getting pushed back into the real world.

A roar sounded all over the cafeteria as students got up from their seats.

Dylan recovered quickly, pulling him by the collar, knocking his head over.

The students cheered louder. I remained seated barely able to move or breathe.

I have to stop this

“Kyle!”

I yelled, struggling to get between them.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

What got into him? Kyle is not violent. He has never been violent.

“Kyle stop it!”

Dylan would hurt him, he’s stronger not to mention angrier I think.

I’m not certain of Kyle’s reason to hit first so I can’t give an accurate judgement.

Suddenly, Dylan pushed him off himself glaring hard, his nose was already bleeding from the first punch, but Kyle’s was worse.

Kyle’s face was swollen as he laid on the ground, moaning in pain.

I half expected him to fight back and Dylan to continue hitting him but Dylan simply grunted and walked away.

“Dylan wait!”

I felt responsible for the fight, Afterall I’m the only thing they have in common that’ll make Kyle want to hit him.

I should go after him.

“Camilla…”

Kyle coughed slightly, reaching for my hand as blood oozed from his nose and mouth.

“You. Stay the hell away from me.”

I glared at him, spitting out each words.

He wasn’t expecting that reaction.

I retreated back as every eye fell on me.

All eyes except Dylan.

Without thinking, I ran off in search of him.

I searched all over the school.

Lunch break is almost over yet I couldn’t find him.

The last place that crossed my mind was the locker room.

That’s where I found him.

He hissed in pain while I strolled in, I cringed y nose hating to see him like that especially when it’s majorly my fault.

“You should leave.”

He beckoned the door, his voice was gruffly and cold. He’s mad.

“Shut up and let me do that.”

I’m not sure where the boldness came from. I’ll usually cower and squint then leave like he asked.

Maybe it’s because I know he’s in pain or the fact that it’s my fault, either way I grabbed the towel with no obstruction from him.

“Why didn’t you fight back?”

I ask softly after some seconds, dabbing the material over his nose. It had stopped bleeding already.

“That’s because I knew you’d be getting all the attention in the end. I had to stop when I realised that.”

“Mm’mm.”

I whispered underneath my breath, keeping my gaze on his eyes for a few more seconds. I looked away the moment he caught me staring.

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