Living With The Player

“**CAMILLA**

THURSDAY.

To move away from Dyaln and closer to my dad, also to wipe that nasty scowl off his face, the glares aimed at Dylan and I, I hugged them.

Dad’s eyes went behind me to glare continuously. I’m getting a lot of questions on that issue at the end of this. I just know it.

After hugging them for what seemed like hours, but was probably a few minutes, I disengaged full of smiles. Fake smiles.

How to make this any less awkward?

“You’re back.”

I beamed happily. I already said that. Awkward. Twitching my toe nails, I gazed at my mom at that in upmost confusion. They were not happy, well my dad wasn’t.

“Not necessarily. We aren’t back full, but yeah we’re around for a few days. We’ll be gone before the end of next week.”

Dad replied nonchalantly, mostly focused at throwing glancing at Dylan.

“There is a holiday today and Dylan was trying to explain a thesis to me.”

I stated to try and clear the air. That’s barely believable. They know I’m twice as smart as him.

I gave myself a hard smack across the face.

How did I come up with something stupid?

I don’t do well under pressure.

“Well, don’t let us stop you. You can continue.”

Mom speaks up for the first time, it’s as though she wasn’t in the room.

That smirk was back up on her face, plastered even. Dad gave her a daring look but she shrugged her shoulders giving him one of hers. He can’t possibly do anything.

“Come on dear, it’s a long trip. We should freshen up and change, maybe grab a bite to eat.”

She practically pulled him out of the room, but he still had glares aimed at Dylan.

After they left, they shut the door with my face towards it and I released a long breath. One I’ve been holding for a long time.

That’s another problem for later, my mom and dad can hold off on their issues for now.

What’s bothering me now is Dylan and his findings.

I turned and he just stood there, arms crossed and staring aimlessly.

“I should go.”

He said out of the blue.

Huh?

“I just remembered there’s someone I have to see, I’ll be gone the entire day. Have fun.”

He passed through the corner, barely brushing my shoulders before taking his leave.

That’s another problem for later.

I should be okay since everyone has left. Now I simply feel alone.

My parents are back yet they’re far away, Dylan has gone out as well. Possibly to meet up with his others girls.

Ugh.

I shut the door slightly, locking it from my end then returning to my bed.

I took a moment to myself to change into causual clothings and fell on the bed.

I’ll get started on those projects soon, I think for now I’ll rather just lay here and enjoy the peace and quiet before everything turns shitty again.

****

HOURS LATER.

I woke up to a headache and my tummy grumbling.

No food. No water. Nothing all day. It’s almost one pm.

“Camilla, I didn’t want to disturb your holiday.”

Mrs Emerton greeted, making lunch in the kitchen.

My focus was on the pancake, not her words.

“Oh, you’re probably hungry. These should be ready very soon. Just wait there and I’ll set the plates. Dylan’s dad has gone out, so has Dylan and your parents…”

“They aren’t here too.”

I finished, taking a seat on the stool.

“I know.”

I affirmed, adjusting my position.

“it’ll get better soon, they are just trying to get their feet back, it’s not easy loosing that much.”

I’m not angry. I don’t have any right to get mad. It’s my fault they are in so much trouble.

“Camilla..”

“It’s fine. I’m not mad, I shouldn’t get mad anyway. I’ll just wait for these.”

I smiled widely to cover the thoughts I got.

She bought it and offered a warm smile herself.

Ten minutes later, she took a seat beside me, setting the plates and putting a few pancakes on each.

“Dig in.”

She motioned over to them.

“So how is school?”

She asked, slicing a piece with the fork.

“It’s fine.”

I hummed, following her moves.

“Sure? If Dylan is doing anythings stupid…”

“No. He has actually being great. Better than I imagined actually.”

I giggled recalling the theater yesterday and the garden the same day.

“Great?”

She arched her brows suspiciously.

“Well as great as Dylan Emerton can be, he’s not a total jerk. No offense since he’s your son.”

“Oh darling none taken, he can be a handful, but since you’ve been here it’s different.”

“How so?”

I asked stuffing my mouth with pancakes.

“Well, let’s begin with the obvious. He does not come home with a girl sometimes when he believes we are not home or when we are and they try to sneak it. I don’t see panties in his room when I try to check in. A lot to other things. He’s just different.”

She shrugged unaffected, but her words had me cringing from start till finish.

He brings his first home? Panties?

“I am sorry, I don’t want any bad blood.”Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

“No. I guess it’s better I know from the beginning ”

“I don’t mean he’s doing that, as I said he’s been different.”

“I doubt that.”

I mumbled underneath my breath.

She heard me though.

“Thank you for the pancakes. I’ll just get a glass of milk to my room. I’ll be in the finishing my projects for the day.”

“May I ask for a favour Camilla?”

“Sure ma’am. You don’t have to ask me anything, I’m indebted to your family.”

“It’s fine dear. It’s a really big favour. I just want you to help Dylan with some projects. He’s failing in them and he is not dumb, he just doesn’t like doing them, but I’m sure if you give him that little push, he’ll have no other choice than to comply. I know it’s a lot to ask, you don’t need to do it immediately, just please try to. For me. I promise if you agree, let me know I’ll speak with him so he behaves.”

“That won’t be necessary ma’am.”

I chuckled nervously, tucking my hair.

That’s truly a huge favour.

“Will you do it?”

She reached for my palm, batting her lashes. How is it possible to turn her down?

“I’ll see what I can do although I’m not a guru, so it might not be much.”

“That’s fine.”

She grinned, standing up to hug me.

“Thank you Camilla. For all you do.”

Since her lips was placed beneath my ears, those words echoed for a while.

“Thank you for breakfast and lunch.”

I giggled and pulled away, getting a glass of milk before returning to my room.

With my back turned away, I could potray my true emotions which were confusion and fright.

Tutuor Dylan? That’s a problem. A big one.

Let’s get through these projects first then I’ll sleep.

Speaking of Dylan, where did he run off too? I’m not jealous or worried not do I care per say, I’m just curious.

The day is half exhausted and he’s not back.

His business. Not mine.

“Right. Like you’re not looking forward to it. Goodluck with that. You can lie to yourself, but not me. Since I’m you and I know you…”

My subconscious mocked in my voice. When and how did my life get this complicated?

****

Thoughts so far? If anyone can guess where Dylan went. Double updates tomorrow.