Living With The Player

**CAMILLA RENÉE**

TUESDAY EVENING.

ST JOHN’S HOSPITAL.

They all crowded him, his teammates that is peering into his eyes with several questions and with Paula laying her filthy hands over his skin, it was making my blood boil.

The room was over crowded anyway.

I slipped away through the same corner, exiting the room with a final gaze at Dylan who might I add barely noticed anything.

****

Being self aware of Dylan’s condition, my heart was no long hitting against its cage, the room wasn’t spinning anymore so I felt much better.

I glanced at the clock hung over in the receiption, it’s way over closing hour and my books I’d need were back in school.

Since Dylan is in good condition, I’d just take a cab back there. Should still have change in my back pockets.

I dug into it retriving a few notes which should be more than enough to get me there.

Before that, I got to the cafeteria to get a cup of tea, my throat was still dry from the wailing.

Sipping slowly, I searched the empty room. Most visitors have returned home, there’s no way to stay back in the cafeteria.

Hold that thought. I noticed Miranda walking up to me. Her hands were clipped together, placed in front of her skirt, she tucked her hair gently, striding towards me. Something about her was off though.

Paula is in the same building, I didn’t think she’d take such a bold step. Did something changed? How did the conversation turn out? So many questions that should be answered. Her arrival in less than three seconds.

“Hi.”

I half smiled, she got to me fiddling with her fingers.

“How did it go with Paula? Did they hurt you or something? Is your mom gonna get to keep her job? I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

I bombarded her with questions before taking a deep breath awaiting her response.

“Paula gave me a second chance, I’m okay. My mom gets to Keep her job too.”

She revealed. That’s such good news yet the grimace across her face didn’t mirror those words.

I thought she’d be happy yet she seems sad. Her eyes are distant from the few seconds I get a hold of them that is, she can’t seem to maintain eye contact even.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

“Is everything okay Miranda?”

I purged quite taken by my curiosity and a little concern.

“That wasn’t all. Begging her that is. She said this time I had gone too far and for redemption, there was something else that I needed to do.”

She took a deep breath, lifting her head to meet my gaze.

I stretched my hand to meet hers, she withdrew immediately, a gasp falling off her lips.

“I’m sure we could have been great friends. I was supposed to toss the tea over your hair, but I doubt I can do that you. You are an amazing person and I’m sorry I’m messed up that we can’t be friends, but it’s a choice between my mother and you and I have to choose her. I’m sorry.”

Her voice broke towards the end, she sprang off from her seat.

“I just thought I should come here and make things clear.”

She sniffled, wiping the edge of her nose.

“I’m sorry Camilla.”

Her gaze softened for one second, then she turned around and left.

Once she was out of sight, I let go off the cup which was already shaking in my hand, I can’t believe it. I actually lost the one friend I managed to make in forever.

I sat there alone watching my coffee grow cold and soon, I let the tears trickle out.

It hurt. It hurt badly.

I shouldn’t have to let go of Miranda because of that bitch. We are above sixteen, we aren’t kids anymore so why on earth does she make it her life goal to make everyone miserable.

I can relate to Miranda. I can. It’s her family. I just have to accept her decision and move on. It was fun though. Having someone like that in my life was unforgettable. Too bad it’s come to an end.

****

EMERTON’S MANSION.

I left the books back in school, I was ahead as always and I didn’t feel like studying. Or doing anything at all.

I actually wanted to lay in bed, roll the duvet over my skin and stay there.

After a really long and warm shower, I laid on my bed gazing at the ceiling. Dylan won’t be home tonight, he’ll be discharged in two or three days, I heard his Mother tell that to his father.

At least he’s fine.

I meant no offence to them, but I stayed in my room, skipping dinner with the rest of them.

After a short while of staring, I let out the air from my mouth and sprang up from the bed.

Now I’m bored.

If I stay there I’ll just cycle my thoughts through Dylan, Brandon, and Miranda.

I need a distraction.

I picked my phone lazily struggling to decide which game to play, if I understood any.

A call interrupted my search, the caller well was not anticipated.

Kyle. It’s been what? A few days since we broke up. Not up to a week.

Wow.

This is the longest we’ve gone without speaking and I feel terrible for not even giving it much thought.

I mean we dated for two years.

“Don’t”

I reprimanded harshly.

I shouldn’t feel sorry for him. He cheated.

He screwed some bitch. If we are not together anymore, that’s on him.

I tucked my hair away, placing the phone over my right ear.

I wonder why he’s calling.

“Hey Camilla.”

He croaked, a guilty vine sprung inside me. I can’t help it.

This is awkward. Us talking like this.

“Hi Kyle. It’s being a while.”

I mused, chuckling to ease the tension.

“Yeah, it has.”

He nervously chuckled and took a deep breath before continuing.

“So, how have you been?”

Awkward. That’s one of those most awkward questions to ask. This is where we are now?

God no.

I ran my hands through my loose hair, trying to stop myself from nibbling on my finger.

“Fine… I guess.”

I didn’t want to sound ecstatic. I wasn’t.

“I hate how things ended between us Camilla. I hate the role I had to play in the break up. I’m sorry. I acted like a jerk who probably doesn’t deserve forgiveness yet here I am asking for it anyway, please.”

His voice was strained and there was a whole vine of guilt stripes in me.

I can’t help this soft spot for Kyle.

He’s right. He’s an ass hole, but he was my ass hole as some point.

Gross. Okay that came out wrong but.

I brought one hand to my lips, nibbling slightly.

“As friends Camilla. I want us to be friends.”

I sighed deeply.

Exes aren’t usually friends. It’s like a rule. It always ends up badly.

“Please..”

“Fine.”

I heaved a large sigh. I’m going to regret this somehow. Breaking that rule.

Fuck it anyway.

“Thank you Camilla. I don’t want to bother you anymore, you must be tired. I heard what happened to Dylan and all so I’d leave you to get some rest. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

I whispered letting the phone down on the bed.

I fell back letting more air out of my mouth.

Just great.

Dylan’s accident. Loosing my only friend. “Back together with Kyle” as friends of course. All in one day. What’s next?

At that thought, a knock came through at my door.

Great.

“Come in…”

I mused lifting my back off the bed. The door creaked open and revealed Blake at the other end.

“I don’t mean to bother you, but I was just thinking maybe both of us could go see Dylan tomorrow”

I couldn’t help but arch my brow. That felt off.

Both of us arriving together will set Dylan off.

“Actually I was planning on going there immediately after school, I’m not sure we can meet up.”

That’s a good excuse right? It’s also the truth so it makes sense.

“Oh in that case maybe we could hang out sometime?”

My jaw dropped. Did he just? I think he did. The fucking nerve.

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*Author’s Note*

*I’m back!! Thoughts?!*