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Kyle

Author: Crystal Oduwa
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**CAMILLA**

I jumped on him, the goal was to try to pin him down. He kept giggling, due to my indirect tickling, or it could turn out as my advances and actions were amusing to Dylan. The latter fits his personality better. I got more annoyed and threw punches on every part of his body that I could.

"Say you’re sorry."

I commanded, this was tiring, but I didn't want to back down without securing anything for myself.

Instead of apologising as I asked, he chuckled, His stupid dreamy eyes twinkling with excitement. What did I say a second ago?

My eyes shifted from his and to the position we were in. I was straddling him and his hands were extremely close to my ass. That explains his excitement and eagerness not to leave anytime soon.

I blushed furiously, trying to get off him, he only pushed back and our faces were almost touching. I gulped trying to keep my eyes off his lips. Don't give into temptation. This is what he wants. To push me into making a move then make a big deal about it later on. Don't Camilla. Just stand up and run in the other direction. Think about Kyle. Think about his feelings.

I shook my head and kept my gaze on those lips, if I just leaned in a little bit, I would taste them. Giving into temptation, I scotched closer about to fuse our lips together when I heard the garage open. It gave me the reality check I needed to know that his parents were back, aside from that I had a boyfriend, Dylan was a player and this was a recipe for destruction.

I pushed him off me with all the strength I had, wiped my face with my sweaty palms and ran out of the room, the nearest flight of stairs and went straight into my room.

In my safe haven, I placed my palm against my fast beating heart, trying to calm it down.

I was going to risk it all back there? For Dylan?

"What’s wrong with me?" I mumbled, the room was spinning and my head was hurting. Dylan doesn’t remember what happened that night. He just wants to have sex with me and brag about it to his friends and I can’t have him affect me or break his way into my heart. I laid on my bed, closing my eyes, forcing myself to go to sleep.

****

The next morning, The sun rays shone brightly, I rubbed my eyelids, yawning a little tired from the events of the previous day.

I assume everyone let me sleep since I didn't receive a call from last night till now. I stayed in my room and didn't bother going downstairs for dinner making me extra hungry.

Mrs. Emerton said to leave my clothes in a laundry basket for the washing machine, so all I had to do was get ready for school and have Dylan drop me off.

I didn’t think I’d want to be holding onto his abs everyday for weeks or months or how long it takes to get a new house. I figured I would walk or save up and get a car or maybe his dad could drop me off if it isn’t too much trouble. I went through the clothes they got me picking a white shirt and a blue jeans, I went with snickers to match the whole week day look. I wasn’t able to get any home work done. I just hoped the teachers wouldn’t mind. I hung my bag on my shoulder and walked out of the room, extremely hungry. I walked downstairs slowly. They were all eating pancakes including Dylan, I brushed past him and his eyes stayed on my back until I took a seat across him. I felt him trail me up till I sat down, of course I didn't dare look across and meet his waiting gaze. That's what he wants. To make me crumble under him, prove he's the alpha male. He just loves messing with people. Messing with me. No more.

"Good Morning everyone."

I say quietly taking my breakfast. So far, so good. I assume not if Dylan has something to say about it.

"Morning dear, hope you slept well?"

His mom asked, I nodded in response, eating in silence.

After a few pancakes, I got up to walk to school. I needed to leave early if I wanted to get there before first period.

"I am off to school." I said, they both gave me weird looks before his dad spoke up.

"Dylan can drop you off dear, you can’t walk to school."

"Of course I can." I replied with a playful chuckle but they didn’t see convinced.

"Dylan, what did you say to her?"

His dad asks after my weird laugh. Shit. He's clearly suspicious or he knows how poorly his son can treat women, maybe a bit of both.

"Nothing. Dylan didn't do anything, I just want to walk, it seems funny."

From the looks on their faces, I could tell they didn't believe me. At all.

"I understand you feel the need to be alone dear, but Dylan can drop you off and if he tries anything you can tell us and I'll personally kill him."

His mom says with a sweet smile.

"Alright." I give in running out of excuses. If I pushed it any further, I'll be the topic of discussion. I'd just keep quiet and avoid small talks with him, ride to school and nothing else.

"Take care dear." I waved them goodbye, exiting the house with Dylan behind me.

He mounted on his bike, I followed and he drove me off to school.

I tried as much as I could to avoid contact with him but it was either I hold him tight or I fall off the bike. I piked the first option and tried not to get memerized by his cologne or let the sweet scent cloud my judgement and decision concerning my next steps.

Then, I noticed the school was in sight and he wasn't stopping like the previous day. He was getting closer to the red zone, any student could stroll pass and catch me on his bike. Did he forget?

"Dylan what are you doing?"

I ask as he drove on. We neared the premises and Dylan wawnt pulling over.

"Dylan, someone might see us together."

I raised my voice but he seemed deaf or he didn't care? What happened to talks of his reputation and how the ladies will react ovxe we're caught together? What the fuck is he thinking?

Just then, we arrived as the parking lot, I was holding onto him tight . He took off his helmet and all eyes were literally on us. I had just arrived at school with the bad boy, a position girls would die to be in, some might even kill. After this, that last word might be my fate. I dare look around and the girls are glaring as the guys checked me out probably thinking I was new catch, wondering what Dylan saw in me then debating on taking me next since his girls were usually the best, their words not mine.

From the corner of my eyes, I sighted Kyle. My heart ripped in shreds.

He stood at the corner in the hallway, he looked directly at Dylan then back at me, pressed his lips into a thin line, realization flashed in his eyes, his hurt eyes. Then, he shook his head sadly, lowered it, turned around then walked away without a single word. I got off the bike, glared at Dylan and ran inside to try and save my relationship. Even I won't forget myself in a situation such as this. Why does Dylan keep searching for ways to ruin my life? Currently Kyle is upset and the entire school is unravelling. This will not end well for any of us.

****

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