Living With The Player

**CAMILLA**

It’ll be the words of a liar if I say this current position wasn’t getting me aroused, or I didn’t like how we were in the moment.

I did like it. A lot. Not only was this exceptionally hot, but this was also the first time anyone has ever made me feel wanted. I’m spouting rubbish in some way, but I don’t see any way to properly describe it aside from these words.

Sure as hell I was caught up in my thoughts and not what was happening, but I could tell his eyes were fixated on mine, I tried to look away but I just couldn’t. It was like my eyes had a mind of their own and they ended up moving back to meet his, I was getting lost in them until I heard whistles.

First just one and then it was almost as if they competed for who could whistle the loudest.

I turned back to see most of the guys from the soccer team staring at us, they were the ones whistling, if that wasn’t enough, being caught by more than a dozen boys pinned to the walk by Dylan, yeah you’d think nothing could be worse than that, but something was. I heard a shutter sound then a flash of light over our faces. I knew what that meant.

Shit now there’s evidence. Someone took a picture.

I cocked my head sideways and noticed most of them giggling, one had a phone in his hand and the rest of them were staring at it, staring at the picture that fucker took. This is bad. Not good at all.

“This is going to go viral. School website here I come.”

He says it’s enough to jolt my mind, fight off Dylan, get out of his grip then approach the boys. I have no idea what’s running through my head, but if I know one thing, it’s that the pictures can’t get out. No matter what. Kyle will see them. The entire school will see them.

I’m dead. I’ll never be able to show my face in school or anywhere else. Shit.

“Delete that please.”

I find myself pleading to a group of boys, hoping they listened to me because if they don’t, I can kiss my relationship goodbye and my social life or the lack of it gone.

“Hey could you send it to me before you upload it, I need a personal copy, for peace sake of course.”

Dylan clicked his tongue, I swerved my head in shock then glared which he responded to with an infamous smirk clearly showing how little he cared about my dilemma. He was enjoying seeing and watching me suffer.

Great.

“Asshole, tell them to delete it.”

I commanded, turning my entire body to face him. He bit the insides of his lips then clicked his tongue before shaking his head in negation.

I curled my fists, fuming in anger. I’ll kill him.

“I think not. I mean why would you want a picture of us together gone. Why? It makes no sense. Think about it; you’re with me. Dylan.”

He motioned over his body with a full-blown grin. If I wasn’t too busy trying to convince them to take it down, I’d rush over to him and smack him very hard.

“Come on, I look amazing, I’m sure you do too. It’s a perfect photograph, so why are you making such a big fuss about it.”

He arched his brows with a taunting smirk, then proceeded to shrug his shoulders. That does it.

“You’re mad. Fucking insane.”

I lifted my palm, focusing on him, and not anyone around us any longer.

“Since your pea-sized brain is missing some very important facts. I’ll have to remind you that I have a boyfriend. We’re together and we’ve been happy, things have been going great but since I got stuck with you for some reason, we’ve been having problems, I’m trying to fix that, a picture with you in that position is not going to lessen the problem. It’ll double it!”

I lifted both arms dramatically.

Even after that, he only shrugged acting like it was nothing. Maybe Dylan truly didn’t care about anyone else, except himself. Maybe he fed off the pains and suffering of the people around him. That sure as hell explains why he never stays in a stable relationship.

“I still don’t see how this isn’t good news, or am I missing something? Your boyfriend breaks up with you is terrific.”

That set me off. I couldn’t stand it any longer and since my palm was already lifted, they went flying, I aimed for his face.

That annoying perfectly sculpted face. I nearly slapped him. I brought them down almost in impact, I did that knowing it wouldn’t help the situation I’m in, it would only fuel it more. If I slap him, the boys would only do words.

“Please”

I begged him instead. I pouted even, putting on my best puppy dog eyes.

“Alright, I’ll tell them to delete it. You and I both know your relationship won’t last with or without that picture.”

He added with a grin. I heaved a large sigh in relief, that part was over.

“Thank you,” I responded with a grin of my own, ignoring the final part of his sentence. He doesn’t need to tell me how long my relationship will last. I can make it work.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“But…”

He trailed off, a finger raised in the air.

I should’ve known.

I rolled my eyes the crossed my arm.

I should’ve anticipated that he’ll want something in return. He is Dylan Emerton.

“What do you want?”

I asked eager to leave this place before something or someone comes and ruin things.

A part of me knew full well I wouldn’t want to know the answer to that question.

“I’ll tell you later. You know we’ll see. Don’t sweat, it doesn’t involve sex. You’ll come for that on your own. Y you can go. They’ll delete it you have my word.”

I cringed at his words. His ego keeps getting bigger and bigger.

“Wow, I feel so happy. Your word means a lot.”

I mumbled sarcastically. It was of no use calling him out on some of those words, Dylan’s ego wouldn’t let him see reason aside from what he believes is right. Sadly I don’t think I’ll be in his bed anytime soon.

“They’ll delete it.” He added, firmer this time.

I sighed still and nodded.

Giving one last look of uncertainty, I walked away. I guess I’ll have to trust his words. However unsettling that is.

I checked my phone, seeing I had a little spare time before recess is over, I might as well use it in trying to fix my broken love life.

I’ll talk to Kyle, I can’t stand us like this. I knew he might be at his locker or his next class early, it was his thing.

After I checked his locker, he wasn’t there, I proceeded to check his next class.

Don’t ask me how I knew the classes he had. I wasn’t stalking. It just happens that I know.

I clicked the door open with a smile, I sighted him at the far end of the class but what I saw next, made the smile drain from my face. Kyle and some girls were giggling, not only that but her hand was well placed over his laps while she smiled at him seductively.

I shook my head and blinked my eyes repeatedly just to confirm that it was Kyle.

It was.

With a scoff in anger, I turned away and ran out of the classroom unsure if he saw me or not. We barely argued for a day and he’s already with someone else. Dylan was probably right. Picture or no picture. We can’t get over our issues.

I spent the rest of the day focusing only on my studies. Occasionally, my mind would try and figure out who that girl was because she seemed familiar and what Dylan said about me owing him one, I didn’t like that though. A debt must be collected Somehow. This one I had no say in. What could he want?

I could only think about the perverted things he might ask me to do. The last bell was rung and it suddenly hit me that I had detention today. I sent a text to Dylan telling him to go on without me and not bother waiting for me. If he was going to.

After the stunt, his mission is achieved.

With a slight groan, I made my way to detention.

****

Detention was a mixture of annoyance, craziness and sometimes laughter. It’s weird that way. I saw some of Dylan’s teammates and somehow we talked a little.

I got to the parking lot ready to exit the school when I noticed Dylan on his phone and bike.

I looked sideways, backwards, then forward, maybe he was waiting for someone else, but the entire lot was empty.

It couldn’t be me, right?

I strolled towards him with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.

He heard my steps since his head was lifted, the smile on his face made it seem like I was the object of interest.

“You waited?”

I blurted without any effort to hide my surprise.

“My parents would kill me if I left you alone.”

He replied, nonchalant as ever. Figured.

I scoffed then gave myself a mental slap for thinking he cared or was worried about me.

“So what do you want?”

I crossed my arms, curiosity getting the best of me.

“I’ll tell you when we get home, not here, besides it’s late. Get on”

He motioned over to the bike.

“No Dylan, I want to prepare myself for the worse, so tell me.”

I commanded, giving him a look that does take no for an answer. His hands went through his hair and he looked slightly nervous.

This is anticlimactic. Where’s that smug-grin Dylan?

“Well, I wanted to ask you if you would be my plus one to this dinner party my parents are hosting, it’s going to be boring and I was thinking with you it’ll get slightly better since you’ll end up annoying me.”

I gulped, replayed those words in my head, but they sounded the same. The meaning didn’t change and honestly, he rendered me speechless, so much that my lips parted, yet no words fell out. On the number of things I thought he’d request, this doesn’t even count on a scale of one to a hundred. Is he for real?

******

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