Living With The Player

**CAMILLA**

WEDNESDAY.

Anyone could walk in. They’ll meet a girl with puffy eyes shedding tears non stop for a guy who not only slept with another girl, but he also lied to her about it.

This is stupid.

Why would Kyle do that to me?

We’ve had issues in the past. It’s been two fucking years of course we’ve argued and even spaced each other.

He hasn’t resorted to sex or flirting.

Maybe he has and I wasn’t aware of it. Those girls didn’t inform me, but he’s always been screwing around.

“Then again, maybe I deserve what’s happening to me, Eva was probably right. It’s not his fault for craving those things, everyone has sexual needs and for so long I neglected it. The topic didn’t appeal to me, it’s popped up a few times but I shrugged it away, he eventually stopped making advanced, I figured he understood my side, but in the end he’s just a horny teen who couldn’t keep his dick in his pants much longer. It’s not his fault. It’s mine. I am to blame for all that’s happening.”

I exhaled a little, wiped underneath my eyes, practiced the smile I’ll put on for everyone before walking out of the restroom.

Seconds later, the bell was rung and classes had ended. I missed an entire first period.

The English teacher will not let me out of her class next time, I don’t blame her as well

I’m facing a similar case with Kyle.

Even if the truth is revealed, truth is like a plate which falls and cracks, you can try to re use, but there’ll always been one side that lets things inside of the plate drip out due to that little crack.

The plate is our trust for each other.

It fell the first time when Kyle saw me with me, now this is another crack.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

It won’t be long before it breaks.

Tomorrow was Thursday, a day to seat back and rest at home since it’s teachers day or something.

Thankfully, the next day is a Friday. The last day of the week before another resting period for me. Saturday and Sunday.

Can’t wait to get these stupid thoughts off my mind.

We had a ten minutes recess before the next class commenced. I think it’s geography or something.

I moved in the direction of the yard feeling the need for some peace and quiet. No one hardly ever comes here.

It’s usually there or four students who also crave silence.

I’m wrong.

Not only were there at least seven students.

One of them was Dylan Emerton.

Resident high school badboy in a garden?

To say I was shocked is an understatement, like that wasn’t enough, he laid on the ground staring into space.

“Dylan…”

I called out softly, he turned back and forced a small smile, they didn’t quite get to his eyes.

“You’ve been acting weird since yesterday after the party, did I do or say something wrong?”

I find myself blurting, feeling self aware.

He has been un-Dylan like.

My question went unanswered. He turned and looked forward even.

“No. You didn’t do anything Camilla. The problem rests within me and that’s silly as well.”

He halted and sighed, but he wasn’t done just yet.

“I’m just having an internal battle with myself over something stupid.”

He finished with another sigh.

“Care to share?”

Ibeamed in dire need of a distraction. It’ll be good to think of something other than Kyle’s Betrayal.

“I’ll tell, but on one condition.”

There it was. The infamous Emerton smirk. Of course I expect nothing less. He’ll want something else in return but not parties, they’re officially bad luck.

“It’s not an outing, I’ll tell my story and in return you open up.”

Sounds fair.

“Specifically why you’re sad.”

He added narrowing his gaze. Was I see through?

How did he read so easily.

“Sad… hhh”

I blew a little air out of my mouth in hopes of convincing him otherwise.

“Stop it Camilla.”

He said firmly.

“Alright, I’ll tell you.”

I gave in and he sighed.

“This may not make much sense because even I find it confusing, but here it is. Two years ago, something happened to me. Something very important and now it’s resurfacing but I’m trying to convince myself it ain’t possible, yet my mind can’t stop considering the other angle.”

He let out a frustrated groan. I gulped.

“He’s not talking about me, alot of things happened to him two years ago.”

We engaged in a short staring contest, barely three seconds then I turned away.

“Now your turn.”

I chuckled lightly. Nervousness raking through me.

“Well, in my case it’s straight forward and not much of a big deal. My boyfriend may or may not have fucked Eva the bitch at the party yesterday then may or may not have lied to me by stating that he was under the influence of alcohol.”

I purposefully placed air quotes at the last part then rolled my eyes.

Dylan’s jaw dropped. Yeah. I can’t believe it myself.

Shit happens.

“He’s an idiot.”

He cursed in a cold tone.

Okay. That’s Unexpected.

“He’s not really Dylan. A huge part of it is my fault. I starved him.”

I sighed in remembrance.

“What?”

Dylan’s lip twisted in a confused manner.

“I was his girlfriend, yet I didn’t have sex with him, so he probably went ahead to do it with someone else. My fault.”

I raked a hand over my body then lowered my head.

“And you’re blaming yourself for that why?”

Is he back to feigning dumb? I rolled my eyes wondering if he heard me.

“Because it’s…”

“Shut up.”

He cut me short.

“Take it from the guy who’s had sex with a few girls….”

“A few.” I retorted and he smirked.

A full blown Dylan smirk.

He’s back.

“Anyway, as much as I’ve done it, I would never make a girl feel obliged to have sex with me. It’s crazy and stupid, if Kyle had sex with her, that’s on him. Do not blame yourself for his stupidity.”

“That only makes you stupid and you are a lot things, but you aren’t stupid Camilla.”

He ended lifting my spirits.

That’s the sweetest thing anyone has said in a while, coming from Dylan it means much more than he’ll ever know.

I’m struggling to keep those tears at bay now.

“Thank you.”

I mumbled in appreciation. That’s the confidence boost I need. I feel better. Much better.

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