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Three

CAMILLA

I was dumbstruck at his words, my lips could barely mumble a reply. Even if I wanted to, who would I reply to first? Dylan shamelessly yelled my name from afar, getting the attention of anyone who cared to look, and they were a lot due to his popularity, or should I reply to my boyfriend first? He's curious to know why Dylan Emerton saw me butt naked, literally.

I just want to crawl into a hole then disappear. I'm so confused.

Kyle's hands disengaged from mine, forcing me to make a headstart on my decision. He's hurt. I turned back and met .the look of pain and hurt on his face. I turned again shooting a massive glare at Dylan, he replied with a smirk as he strode away. That's his plan? Chaos? Disrupt my quiet and peaceful life. He didn't want or need anything except to make me seem like a complete fool in front of my boyfriend, now he's left a huge mess, but Dylan doesn't care. It's all fun and games for him. Nothing more than that.

"Tell me he's lying."

His voice shook me, bouncing me out of my internal rant and thoughts of revenge. I never meant to hurt Kyle. It was a genuine mistake, but Kyle would not hear the end of it, he wouldn't believe me even if I spoke nothing but the truth, not to mention he was on the verge of losing it.

I’ve never seen him this angry. In two years, this was the first time he couldn't meet my gaze. It hurt more than I expected.

"Kyle, I can explain please," I said, it sounded stupidly cliche, but I couldn't figure out anything else other than a plea in a bit to pacify him. It backfired, he scoffed and my words only seemed to rile him up.

"Tell me he's lying."

He raised his voice a little and I shuddered.

"Camilla." He called out, eyes watering, hands shaking by his side, he let out another scoff, then ran a few fingers through his hair and out. I was going to lose him. I'll lose him except I say something.

"My dad had no other option but to live with the Emerton. We were devastated, confused, frightened, and extremely tired after the fire. When Mr Emerton offered help, we took it. I didn't know it was then until we were in the car, I couldn't oppose or put my ridiculous feelings first. I had to comply. I got there, we didn't see each other, I went upstairs, took off my clothes for a shower to get the stench of fire off my skin, When I walked out, I tied the towel across my chest, he appeared out of nowhere, I didn't know he stood behind me, the towel just slips and he saw my naked butt, only for like three seconds I swear."

Once again, I told a partial truth to cover my ass and not add gasoline to a fire. We've had too many of those recently. If Kyle thinks it was a mutual mistake, he may not probe further. I hope he doesn't. Sincerely. My head is spinning and it isn't even first period yet.

"He saw you naked." He stated in a low tone. That's all he picked? Not naked-naked. Just my butt. Surely I didn't say those to him.

"I know, it’ll never happen again I swear." I caressed his cheeks and he groaned. Please drop this.

"Promise me you'll stay away from him."

He pleaded, reaching for my hand, inching closer. I gulped and thought of it.

"Dylan and I have no business at all, the second we get our house back, I'm out of there so you don't have to worry."

I gulped. “He said promise...”

My subconscious added. I shook my head knowing exactly what I did. Avoid and evade. I don't make promises I'm certain that I won't keep. Even if I tried, the truth remains; I can't stay away from Dylan. I just hope Kyle doesn't get hurt in the crossfire.

"Ok." He muttered slowly placing his lips on mine. The short kiss lasted a few seconds, then he pulled away and slung his arm over my shoulder. Maybe it's due to the fight we just had, but it felt dry. I'm having a headache. It's not even Monday.

"Let's get to class," I whispered holding his hand. He seemed hesitant but grabbed mine as we walked to class.


CAMILLA

Classes went great except for the fact that Kyle was being extra all through. I get the fact that he's my boyfriend, I'm all his and all, but after the encounter with Dylan, a switch in his head tunned up a bit. For instance, he was being overprotective. I liked guys marking their territory, but not in excess. I'm not a caged dog.

He refused to let me out of his sight for even a second and he was driving me nuts, not to mention shooting death glares at guys, most of them who were my friends and simply wanted to say hi. It was becoming annoying, I tried to understand his fears, but I might snap any moment from now. I just can't with him.

Thankfully, it was lunch break and I headed to the cafeteria, he trailed behind. I stopped abruptly, turning around to glare at him. Kyle doesn't eat lunch ninety per cent of times with me. He's busy with practice, it gets choking sometimes with him, so lunch break is my time. He's taking that away as well.

"You're being unreasonable," I said with a scoff. Yup, this is me snapping.

"What did I do?" He feigned ignorance and I glared harder.

"You're watching over me like a hawk, you’ve refused to let me out of your site, you're shooting death glares at my friends, not to mention brooding like some sick dude. It's freaking annoying and you know it!"

I resisted the urge to poke his chest in front of all these people.

"In other words, I'm being a good boyfriend?"

He was playing cute. Terrific.

"No, you’re being a jealous freak."

I emphasized the fifth word with a sigh. I'm trying hard not to hurt him.

"Babe, I’m yours." I smoothened my last statement, reaching up to peck his lips since he was very much taller.

"Yours and no one else's. The thing with Dylan was a mistake and it will never happen again. Please believe me and trust me."

He sighed.

"Alright." He yielded, crashing his lips on mine.

"Let's go get something to eat." I offered with a small smile. We're here after all.

The Cafeteria of Kingston high was fairly large with enough space for people to seat freely, though they preferred seating in groups with most of their friends. Never quite understood that concept, probably because I'm not the social kind.

I usually sat with Kyle and we would eat our lunch together. I didn't make any girlfriends because they all usually care about fashion and clothing which I have no business with, so Kyle was enough for me any day.

We ate in silence until something extremely weird occurred. A junior walked to our table passing me a note, I furrowed my brows in confusion, wiping my lips. Kyle was gazing intently, watching me as I opened the note to read. Please don't be what I think it is.

"Come eat lunch with me. You know who."

I do know who. Fucking Dylan. What's his deal? Ignore me for years, order me not to act differently now that we're together, then gives me a huge surge of attention shortly afterwards. Bipolar much?

I squeezed the note in my fists, the nerve of him. He hasn’t said a word to me in years and suddenly a freak accident makes us housemates and he decides to annoy me. Kyle noticed my mood changed, his eyes darted to my hand where the note stayed, I placed it in my bag, focusing on my food.

“Are you okay?” Kyle asks tenderly.

“Fine,” I responded coldly. I suddenly lost my appetite, grabbed my things and got out of the cafeteria.

I knew he shouldn’t affect me but he still does and it scares me. I knew I hurt Kyle but I just couldn’t face him, the guilt was eating me up badly. I avoided everyone throughout the rest of the day and when it was time for closing, I got the books I needed, slammed my locker and got ready to leave. My phone beeped and Dylan texted, I hadn’t even given him my number and I didn’t even want to fathom how he got it.

“Meet me at the same spot, I’ll drop you off.” it read and I scoffed. I ignored his text figuring that I’ll rather walk than let him toy me around. I was about to leave when I sighted Kyle at the end of the hallway, his cheeks were flushed and his eyes held sadness. It took everything in me to ignore him and walk away. I needed time alone to myself else I'll hurt him even more.


My feet were soiled from walking. I shut the door behind me slumping as I got into the house, I jumped in fright as Dylan sat on the couch waiting for me.

“I waited for you.” He gritted his teeth annoyed.

“I don’t need you to drop me off anymore, I can walk,” I replied, clearly not phased.

“I invited you for lunch, you stood me up and now you don’t want me to drop me off. I don’t know what crazy game you’re playing but don’t test me.” He warned and I scoffed.

Don't test me? What am I? Five? I'm not a kid, you're not my father. You're no one, Dylan. We don't have anything going on nor do we know each other. We're sadly forced to live under the same roof, the connection ends there.

His eyes narrowed down at me. Why can't I keep my mouth shut?

“Why do I feel like there’s more to you and me than you’re letting on?”

He asks causing my breathing to hitch. I talk a lot, now he's going to probe. He can't know. He mustn't.


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