Living With The Player

**CAMILLA**

~Wednesday Morning

Unlike my oriPaulal plan of storming out to the garden or seating in the cafeteria and getting caught by a teacher, I ended up going to class arriving a few minutes earlier, pouting like an angry lion starved of food.

Anyone who dared mess with me gets anything they receive.

Anger is the one thing I can’t get a grip on and my levels are off the charts.

The teacher did arrive as soon as the bell sounded. Most of it then was like that.

I was currently in English class learning about the various stress patterns.

How ironic considering how relatable I am to the first word.

Sadly, I wasn’t paying any attention. Can’t afford it at this point not to mention I covered the topic last week while reading ahead.

Ugh.

Safe to sat, my mind was somewhere else.

Very far.

The teacher would throw random questions at students to check if we were following the topic, I’ll freeze if she call my name, that’s my reaction to a situation like this.

If that happens, it’s a straight hall ass to detention.

I’m not going through two hours of torment again.

I’ve learnt my lesson.

I sat up straight, picked a pen and scribbled the topic on my note.

In bold letters even. Stress.

*****

Ten minutes passed, I manage to get through the first page.

At this point, the pen fell off my hand.

The tiny bridge I placed between the thought of what happened and focusing on this reality was collapsing rapidly.

I tried to amend.

Squeeze my eyes, shake my head, tap my fingers on my laps repeatedly, even breathing exercises were no good.

Bottom line; I couldn’t concentrate.

It got even worse by the minute.

Facing forward, I imagined a desk in the middle of the class.

Kyle was standing beside it, pinning Eva by her hair down on the desk, she gazed at him licking her lower lip, he lowered his head and dived into her bare core.

In return, she screamed as ripples of pleasure ran through her skin.

Those screams flooded my head, ringing incessantly at the back of my ear.

I shut my ears with both hands, shaking my head a few times.

Three or four times, I closed and open my eyes and they were outrightly fucking.

My boyfriend was screwing another girl on a fricking desk.

Oh, God. I shuddered.

“Umm ma’am, I have to use the restroom, please. It’s urgent.”

I chuckled nervously, she makes it a thing not to let anyone out of her class. I can’t stay here.

Giving me a suspicious look, but nodding her head barely three seconds later.

With that confirmation, I sprang up rushed out of class receiving mocking looks from half of my mates.

****

I followed the OG plan of withdrawing into my small shell.

The restroom was my destination.

In there, I lowered my head into the sink and sprinkled water on my face, lifted my head then stared at my reflection in the mirror.

I won’t have to worry about any make-up getting soiled since I don’t wear them.

“Holy Fuck!”

I gasped in horror.

From the mirror, I saw Eva by one of the stalls.

I was lost in thought I didn’t know when she walked in.

Fuck. Was she following me?

I held my chest turned around.

She stood there. Arms crossed. A sadistic smile plastered across her features. That was nowhere near funny.

“Either you’re a figment of my imaPaulation or we’re making a habit of meeting in the bathroom. Either way, fuck off please.”

I gritted my teeth.

She chuckled confirming the latter.

I heard her footsteps approaching up until she stood beside me.

I grabbed a tissue, wiping underneath my eyes preparing to leave this place and avoid any altercation by all means.

She reached across my hand, turned on the faucet and rinsed her hand.

She didn’t even use the restroom. This is just a stupid attempt to annoy me.

She’s trying to force me into bringing “it” up.

That will be cliché not to mention springing the bitchy part of me up.

I will not give into this. Nope.

It’s her business if she fucked Kyle or forced him into fucking her.

They can both burn in hell. I do not give a fuck.

I’ll just leave now.

I turned to.

She placed a finger on my shoulder, another one of the “things” to do.

“Oh, if you’re wondering, Kyle is an amazing bed. You know for any doubts you’re having. He’s the best. I know you two haven’t done anything, maybe you’re scared of him being a poor performer, but he’s truly great. Stop starving his darling. Although, I was more than happy to help.”

She hummed after the final part.

I will not give into this.

Curling my fists was my first attempt at controlling my temper and the heightened urge to hit her.

If I slapped her. Let’s leave it at that.

“I have zero words to exchange with you Eva, my fight is with Kyle and not you.”

I exhaled, letting out a breath I’ve been holding for too long.

I’m out of here

“Oh, how mature of you. Just don’t let him give you the drunk crap since that’s what most guys do when they’re not man enough to admit it was a good fuck. Maybe even better than his girlfriend would’ve performed. From your fellow girl and all, you deserved better than that shitty lie. Let me make it straight; Kyle was one hundred per cent sober last night, I was the tipsy one, he was sober. Not the other way around. Okay?”

I turned to face her. She gave me a straight look, pressing her lips against the other.

“Liar.” I retorted clenching my fists. Harder than before. It’s getting close to impossible not to hit her.

“He’s your boyfriend, isn’t he? Well after last night I bet it’s on the complicated status. But that’s not the point, is it? Oh well. How stupid are you? Kyle doesn’t drink in case you forgot. That’s one point plus a whole lot of other things which don’t add up, but you believe the guy who doesn’t take any shots or any alcoholic drinks to get tipsy last night and I take advantage to fuck him? Camilla. You’re Seventeen not stupid.”

She rolled her eyes and I froze.

The realisation hit me.

She’s not lying.

Kyle does not take anything alcoholic.

He hates getting tipsy or drunk.

He didn’t have any reason to drink since we made up.

There wasn’t anything alcoholic at the party even.

How could I not see any of this?

He lied to me.

He fucking lied to me.

“Anyway, I hope you sort things out with your boyfriend. If you don’t, I like him a lot, plus we’ve given skin to skin so…”

She trailed off with a wink.

Passing my back, she went ahead of me and left the restroom.

My grip on the sink was firm, I clung to him staring into thin air with only one thing on my mind.

Kyle lied to me.

I turned on the faucet and poured more water on my face trying to convince myself that there was zero truth to her words.

The clues were there, but I still want to believe he was telling the truth.

“It can’t be.”

I assured myself sniffling while turning it off.

The tears were slowly forming underneath my eyes.

“It can’t.”

I wrapped my arms around myself sobbing.

The tears kept falling out at their own will.

****

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