Living With The Player

**CAMILLA**

FRIDAY.

Something strange occurred last night.

Well aside from staying indoors throughout the afternoon, head buried in tons of paperwork, ending up going two weeks ahead of my class, that aside my parents texted that they’ll stay at some hotel for the night.

It’ll be too risky returning here at such a late hour.

Since that was settled, I was left wondering who scrambled into the house at such a late hour

The noise jolted me out of sleep.

I heard the door open then clip shut wondering who came in.

I knew it was Dylan. My subconscious. I refused to admit it.

Did he come home after midnight? Did he spend the entire day outside? Doing what?

Only Dylan can answer that yet my curiosity got the best of me.

Before going to bed I concluded on one answer. He spent the day with someone else.

****

The next morning, I woke up refreshed. Every time there’s a holiday, I feel better returning to school the next day.

Since I got up slightly early, I took some time after showering to curl my hair.

I’m not sure why, but I preferred a new look.

It has nothing to do with Dylan staying out.

“Right…”

“Shut up. You.”

I cursed in annoyance.

After curling my hair, I let it fall then wore a simple gown. I can’t overdo anything since it’s Friday.

“Come in.”

I beamed at whoever was at the door since they had the courtesy to knock.

“Good Morning Dear.”

My mom and dad greeted me.

“They’re back.”

I mumbled response in annoyance then looked away.

It’s hard to know if I still have parents or not.

“Camilla….”

Dylan greeted, storming into my room.

Awkward.

“Uhm, I had no idea your parents were….”

“So you barge into my daughter’s room anytime without knocking..?”

He does. He truly does.

Shit.

“Of course not dad.”

I chuckled nervously.

“We need to talk with you, but it seems Dylan is here.”

“Yes, dad. We need to get to school.”

That’s believable.

“Okay.”

He replied with a tone of uncertainty.

No doubt that “talk” is about Dylan Emerton.

“We’ll talk when I get back Dad. I’ll come over to your room. That’s if you and mom aren’t out.”

Mom shook her head in negation, speaking for both of them I assume.

“Let’s go, Dylan.”

I said to end this awkward meet and greet.

Mom and dad took lead to leave my room, I followed their lead and walked out as well.

Dylan retreated from the door so they could pass. Once he got through my dad, he gulped. Hard. So hard I caught sight of his Adam’s apple for the first time.

“I don’t think he likes me much.”

Dylan mused when they were out of earshot.

“Don’t bother, that’s how he is with all the guys he sees me with.”

That’s a partial lie. I’m hardly around guys, but when he does see me, he always cusses or scolds me.

I’m not sure why I want Dylan’s impression of my dad to stay good and vice versa.

Well, we are staying in the same house.

“Even Kyle?”

He asked. My breath hitched upon hearing his name.

The name hasn’t crossed my mind for the last twenty-four hours.

“Oh shit. I am sorry.”

He added quickly.

I shook my head, shrugging it off to feign nonchalance. When in fact I’m highly bothered

“It’s okay. My dad and Kyle are okay in a way. He knows we’re dating, so he has no other option than to accept him, rather he knows we dated.”

I quickly corrected. His brows shoot up at the tense I used, but he knew better than to question anything I say.

“Aren’t you gonna eat something?”

He asked and I negatively shook my head. We are both holding back on asking questions.

I’m wondering where he ran off to, he’s curious about Kyle.

“I want to stay hungry so I can wake up and stumble upon you watching “The Notebook”

I whispered, leaning into his skin.

“Hush”

He said as I giggled.

“So you do remember.”

“Of course.”

I answered.

“That reminds me, you were saying something before I fell asleep, I can’t recall.”

“It can wait.”

He responded.

Passing the kitchen, the sweet scent of pancakes stung my nostrils.

I took a quick detour and grabbed a few pancakes, stuffing them in my mouth.

“Bye Mr and Mrs Emerton.”

I greeted trailing behind Dylan.

“I think my dad might start dropping me off as from tomorrow until he leaves though.”

He halted giving me the chance to catch up to him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh. It’s Nothing. That means we would only see back at home. Yeah?”

I nodded and he half-smiled.

“Dylan…”

“I like the hair. It looks good on you.”Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

He complimented, I forgot what I wanted to say and blushed, turning away so he wouldn’t see.

“We should get going now. It’s Friday.”

I hopped on the motorcycle, he got on as well.

I nearly rested on his back as before.

Sighing, I wrapped my hands around his torso instead. I might miss this. Maybe.

“Would you like me to tutor you over the weekend?”

I asked as he sped off.

“I’d like that.”

He stated.

“Okay then.”

I responded and shut my eyes letting the wind brush past my face.

****

Thoughts so far? The reactions on the last chapter were not encouraging plus I’m thinking of halting the book until any stories gives me a response. This might be the last chapter I upload.