Living With The Player

**CAMILLA**

In the next few seconds, he had taken a few steps forward and gripped my hand. In shock, I gasped and wriggled, he held me tighter, and reached for the other, pulling me forward, so I ended up fully in his grip.

This was the guy I’m supposed to stay away from? As I said, that wouldn’t be possible.

I cleared my throat, trying to break free from his grip. He wants me to say something, lose my head and voice out so he could smirk in victory. No. I will not give him that much victory.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

“Camilla?”

He called in a soft tone. I forgot my decision of merely three seconds ago as my insides were melting into goo at the sound of his voice.

He might have forgotten what happened but I relive it every day, I Try to forget but it seems impossible and being so close to him brings all the feelings back in full force. I can’t let him get into my head again, I’m in love with Kyle and not frocking around with another guy. This is wrong. I can’t. I shouldn’t.

I stomped on his foot. Hard. I channelled all the emotions I was feeling so it’ll hurt and it did. He recoiled in pain and I utilized the opportunity running out of the living room without looking back, I took the flight of stairs upstairs, reached the far end of the hallway and ran into mine.

My heart was threatening to jump out of its rib cage, my skin was still tingling from his touch, and my head was filled with memories. This isn’t good.

“No…” I muttered crawling to the ground.

“No matter what, I have to stay away from him, I can’t let myself get caught up.”

I warned. I made up my mind. I have a boyfriend who I need to concentrate on and I won’t get distracted by Dylan for much longer.

I took off my clothes, loosing my hair in need of a cold shower, I didn’t know how long I would spend in there, but I just wanted him out of my head. For good preferably.

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My body was damp after dabbling over the wet spots with a towel when I stepped out of shower. I proceeded to changing into casual clothes and resting in my room, maybe texting on my phone until there’s evidence of someone else in this house to avoid being along with you know who.

I picked up my phone only to see at least twenty missed calls all from Kyle. Right. I did leave it on silent. I sighed. If I don’t call back now he’ll run mad.

I dialed his number back, waiting for him to answer.

“Babe. I”m sorry. I knew I acted stupid today and I was crazy and insecure but I just didn’t wanna loose you.”

He spoke out. He sniffed and my heart softened. I’m the one to apologise for treating him like an absolute jerk yet he’s doing it all for me. How did I get someone like him? Yet I’m letting someone else touch me.

“Kyle, you didn’t do anything wrong. I was not myself today and I transferred my aggression to you and I’m sorry. I’m the one at fault. Not you.”

I apologized and I heard his relief sigh, he’s scared of losing me and I know it. I’m scared of him losing me as well. I’m scared of myself in all honesty. That sounds poorly constructed, it makes it seems as if I’m not scared of losing him.

I breathed. Enough thoughts for today. I’m so stressed out.

“So you mean you’re not angry with me, we’re okay?”

I forgot about Kyle being on the phone with it until he pops that question as a way to reassure himself. I nod my head in response forgetting I was on the phone with him. He sounded so vulnerable.

“Yes we’re okay.”

I answer after a while. For how long? I asked myself afterwards.

” I love you so much.”

He mouths and I could tell he was sincere.

Usually, in a second I would tell him I love him more but the words wouldn’t come out.

“Love you.”

I responded with a slight chuckle.

“You must be tired, I’ll call you later.” I nodded my head again before hitting myself on the face.

“Alright. I replied and he hung up.”

I laid on the bed thinking of Kyle and how sweet he is and then there’s Dylan who’s arrogant, rude and crazy. The direct opposite of what I want in a boyfriend yet I just can’t seem to get him off my mind after all this time. I heard a soft knock on my door. I stood up praying it wasn’t Dylan, I was in no mood to talk to him tonight.

“Dear are you up?” I heard Mrs Emerton ask from the other side of the door.

“Yes I’m up.” I replied clearing my throat.

“My husband and I are going out for dinner in a few minutes, I was wondering if you want anything sweetie?” She ask bringing a smile to my face. I open the door to face her.

“No ma’am, I’m fine.”

“Don’t call me ma’am.” I chuckled and she smiled.

“Alright, we’ll be back later but you shouldn’t stay in your room all day, it’s not good considering all you’ve been through. Come out. Dylan is in the theater, you should join him and watch a movie.” She suggested and I gulped.

” No, It’s alright. I’m fine.” I tried to reject politely. I was trying to avoid him not get in close spaces even more.

“Nonsense. Dylan!” She called out. As if on cue, he appeared seconds later.

“You and Camilla go watch a movie, your dad and I are going out.” She commanded in a firm tone.

“I don’t want you in doors all day, live a little.” She pecked my cheeks before turning away to leave.

“Come on, theater is this way.” He walked ahead, I hesitantly trailed behind him. No snarky comments? Maybe he’s waiting for his mom and dad to leave completely. Of course.

The room wasn’t well illuminated but there was a big screen in the middle, Dylan was watching an action movie already.

“Any choices?” I shook my head deciding to watch whatever he wanted.

“Alright.” He went back to his seat, munching on some popcorn. None at all? He was acting majorly weird.

We watched the movie in silence, the only sound was the one from the movie and the occasional tapping of my foot. Finally, the movie ended and Dylan got up to change the movie. It started and I realised it wasn’t action theme. It was a horror movie. I think I’ve heard this one amongst the girls in school blabbing about how romantic it was with their boyfriends. The movie was titled “IT” .

The movie began. I closed my eyes at the scary part shrieking. Dylan turned to glance at me, feeling his eyes on my skin, I fluttered them open to meet his smirking.

“It’s not funny.” I exclaimed and he chuckled.

“Scardy cat.” He emphasized and I groaned.

Suddenly, the lights went off totally and the movie stopped.

“Dylan.” I called out, suddenly scared.

Just then, they came back on but Dylan wasn’t in his seat anymore.

“Ugh!.” I heard a scream behind me.

“Don’t eat me!” I yelled shielding my face. He started laughing. It was Dylan. I opened my eyes to see Dylan holding a remote and laughing his ass off.

“Don’t eat me.” He mocked. I thought of various scenerio and they all ended with me standing over his cold dead body. He’s dead. I got up with all intentions of ending him.

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