Living With The Player

**CAMILLA RENEE**

~Tuesday Evening~

~9:34 pm ~

Since this was becoming something like a bathroom face-off, I turned my head and faced her. Convincing her that my next words were nothing but the truth will be easier if I’m looking directly at her.

I’m trying not to falter in my features or let my lips quiver with fright since those two emotions were the only thing I felt.

Eva could either be messing with her words or truly be aware of what happened.

The latter is a catastrophe.

I want to believe it’s the former, if I was innocent it’s only logical to deny all allegations. If she’s tripping, I’ll see it in her face and drop it down on her so hard she won’t recover.

With that being said. I could mutter these words.

“Absolutely no clue what you’re talking about, I’m not interested in hearing about it either, if this is some fricking reverse psychology plot to try and get something out, it’s not working because there’s nothing to get out. I’m open like a book.”

I clicked my tongue, crossing my arms.

“I am not stupid. I see through the act, you’re scared of what I’ll say.

“What you’ll say? You’ve not said anything all you’ve done is poke a bear then run away in fright which means you don’t dare to do anything, and that’s usually the quality of empty vessels since they do make the loudest noise.”

That came out more than expected. I’m supposed to thread with caution, but with the recent developments, I only want to smack her silly.

“I know. Stop trying to play possum! I know!”

She yelled then curled her fist.

Know what?

I asked within myself.

Seeing as I was poking her harshly, I thought of nothing but how to get her to burst. I need to know what she “thinks” she knows.

With that, I did the most taunting thing and what annoyed everyone including myself. I began laughing.

Not just any kind of laughter, there are several types. This one was directed to her meant to mock and taunt so she’ll lose it.

“Girl, you’re funny. You’ll look good as a clown, you have the face and I can see you can Anke anyone laughs. You have my full sport if you decide to pursue that line of field and for the other thing…”

I trailed off with a burst of short laughter, covering my lips with a few fingers.

She glared intensely.

“Good luck with that.”

I stepped forward and patted her back. I heard her groan.

There were two sides to this now.

The first; my oriPaulal thoughts of her just trying to push me into saying something backfiring, then the second is that she did know something.

Hopefully, if she thought I didn’t care about her exposing me, she won’t try doing it. If she thought I had nothing to lose she might just let it go. Might being the keyword. I might just have taunted and shoved her to the extent of spouting anything.

I hope and pray this doesn’t blow up in my face.

“Camilla Renee, I’ll say this one and slowly so you comprehend every word. Enjoy this night while it last, if I were you I’ll run out and go seat with him, give him a last kiss even, because mark these words, it’ll be the last one you spend with my him. You’ll watch the two of us and won’t be able to do anything about it, he’ll desert you. He’ll hate you. You and I know what you’ve done is fucking unforgivable.”

She threatened. Her words struck me deep.

Her eyes held venom and it didn’t seem like she was bluffing.

I gulped hard and turned around.

If I don’t leave this place, I’ll break down. My walls will come crashing right before her and she would’ve won.

“Bye Eva.”

I managed to croak sounding truly hoarse, before any more exchange of words, I placed don’t hand on the knob, turned it and exited the room.

I barely shut the door before leaning behind it, a hand over my chest and my knees growing weaker by the second.

In no time I was hyperventilating and finding breathing an extremely difficult task.

I looked around for anyone, but the hallway was empty which was a good thing and a bad thing.

I held to the door, curling my hand around the knob while slipping down slowly.

My breaths were cut short and shallow.

The walls felt like they were closing in on me hard. I couldn’t do anything but hyperventilate and gasp.

This wasn’t how I expected tonight to turn out as?

“Oh my God! Camilla are you okay?”

I heard a familiar voice sound, then I heard the footsteps approaching me, and finally, a warm hand placed over mine.

“Kyle.”

I murmured at the brink of tears.

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