Camille:
“You have such a nice apartment,” the girl said when she was done eating her sandwich. “Thank you,” Daniel said with a cheeky grin. “It’s not his apartment,” I said, unable to stop myself. “Cam,” Lucia reprimanded. “That wasn’t necessary.” “I’m sorry. Who are you again?” The girl asked, looking at me like I was the unwelcome guest instead of her. “Camille,” I said firmly. “Lucia and I share this apartment.” “Okay, I don’t care,” she said after studying me for a moment. “I didn’t know you had a sister, Dan. Sorry for keeping you up all night, Lucia,” she said with a proud chuckle. Good thing I had put on noise canceling headphones. I couldn’t imagine having to put up with whatever shenanigans Daniel and this girl had gone on during the night. “It’s no big deal,” Lucia said with a nervous laugh. “I just got back this morning anyway.” I glared at my roommate, but she didn’t look at me. When did she become so…not uptight. “Oh. Then who was knocking on our walls and yelling at us last night?” The girl asked. I froze and at that moment, Daniel turned to me with a sly smile. “There’s only one person in this house that loathes seeing people happy so badly, Mia, and it’s not my sister,” he said. “I didn’t…” I murmured, but Lucia interrupted me. “You guys must have really stressed her up last night. She only sleep walks when she goes to sleep really exhausted,” Lucia said and all three of them began to laugh. My eyelids twitched as I stared at Lucia in surprise. How could she just embarrass me like that? “I can’t believe you’re unbearable even in your sleep,” the girl whose name I just found out was Mia said while laughing. “You’re such a creep.” Before I wasn’t comfortable around her, but now I realized I didn’t like her. I was so angry, I wanted to stand up and walk away, but I knew that would only give them another reason to make fun of me. So instead, I ignored them and took another gulp from my glass of water. “Be careful with the glass, Cam,” Daniel said. “It’s more fragile than the walls of this house you tried to break down last night.” Lucia spat out her water as she laughed, and Mia joined in. I looked at the three of them. Sure I was the one being made fun of, but none of the things they were saying was funny. “Aww. I know sexual frustration when I see it and girl, you’re reeking of it right now. Maybe try and get laid so you won’t have to be so lonely and creepy anymore,” Mia continued, mocking me. It was obvious they weren’t going to stop. I wish I had just walked away. “I know you’re so eager to believe that whatever you did last night shook this house so much that I tried to stop you even in my sleep, but news flash, I slept off with my headphones on so I didn’t hear anything, dumbass,” I snapped at her. “It was probably one of your wasted friends from your stupid party that was banging on your walls and not me.” The table went silent and all eyes turned to me. “And maybe I reek of ‘sexual frustration’ like you said, but right now you reek of booze and puke and cum which is way worse,” I continued before gulping the last of my water. “That was uncalled for, Cam,” Lucia said in disapproval. “It was just a harmless joke.” I scoffed. “It wasn’t uncalled for when you casually announced I sleep walk, was it? I don’t know what’s going on with you Lucia, but I really hope you don’t plan to keep acting like this until your dumb brother leaves. Ugh. I wish I had gone to school!” Before anyone else could say a word, I stormed out of the dining and went into my room, locking the door shut after me. I didn’t want to hear anything they would say after, so I put on my headphones and started to listen to rock music in the highest volume. I was still really hungry, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave my room and make some cereal for myself. I couldn’t remember the last time Lucia and I ever had a fight, and I wasn’t ready for the awkwardness that would definitely follow after. Several minutes later, I tossed the headphones away because they were only increasing my headache. I listened carefully, but heard no sound from outside. At least that meant they were no longer talking to me. Daniel had been here for less than a day and things were already turning out badly for me. How was I even supposed to cope for an entire month when Lucia just seemed to change for the worse because of him? What on earth was even wrong with me? I was too old to be locking myself up in my room and starving simply because someone had said something hurtful to me over breakfast. Sighing, I unlocked my door and tiptoed toward the kitchen, heaving a sigh of relief when I didn’t run into anyone. Lucia was probably asleep after her night shift and Daniel, well, I didn’t care what Daniel and his bimbo were up to, as long as they weren’t disturbing me. I poured the milk and cereal in the bowl silently, so as not to attract any attention to myself. Mia looked like she liked trouble and I wasn’t ready to play ‘cheerleader bullies nerdy girl’ with her. Did I seriously just refer to myself as ‘nerdy girl?’ When I was done preparing my second breakfast, I turned to take it back to my room. I almost dropped the bowl when I saw Daniel, leaning by the door frame with his hands in his pockets. “Thirty minutes,” he said, after glancing up at the clock in the dining room. “That’s how long it took you to come back, grinch.” My eyes widened when I realized what he just called me. All my hopes of thinking we could bury what happened last night disappeared. If he remembered to call me that, then that meant he remembered everything that had happened by the kitchen counter, where I was currently leaning on.Camille: I stood facing Daniel, with the bowl of cereal in my hand as I tried to tear my eyes away from his chest. There was a tattoo toward his mid-region that disappeared into his shorts and probably ran down his leg. Why did he have to walk around shirtless? It was a dull weather. There was really no reason for him to. “So you’re timing me now? How pathetic,” I said, quickly recollecting myself and acting like I didn’t understand what he called me. I couldn’t let him figure out how easily he distracted me. I doubted he would ever let me live it down. He shrugged and the action made his chest look even bigger than it normally was. I forced myself to look into his face, but that wasn’t any easier. His face was just as perfect as the rest of his body. Ugh. Since when did I start being so shamelessly lustful? Even the hot male models on my favorite book covers never elicited this reaction from me. Well, come to think of it, it would have been quite sad if they did. But th
Camille: I fought the urge to pinch myself. I had walked right into that one. I blinked twice and shut my mouth closed, realizing it had been hanging open. “Oh please,” I said and rolled my eyes, hoping he believed my indifference. “Don’t flatter yourself.” Daniel tossed his spoon into the air and caught it. He leaned further into the counter and watched me with that glint in his eyes, letting me know he wasn’t falling for my bored expression at all. “Okay, if you say so,” he said and I heaved a sigh of relief, grateful he had decided to drop it. On the other hand, I was a little surprised and almost curious to know why he had allowed an opportunity to taunt me slip. “However, if I’m not seducing you and this is how you act around every single guy, then I think you must have sent so many wrong signals,” he said and I rolled my eyes for real, chastising myself for letting myself believe he would drop it that easily. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, cro
Camille: Mia’s smug look completely disappeared as she whipped her head at Daniel. His response was not what she had been expecting. “You didn’t mean that, right?” she asked in a low and almost desperate voice. “I did,” he answered without remorse. “It’s already almost twelve noon and you were only supposed to stay the night, so you really should get going.” Mia frowned as she gave me a sideways glance. I was enjoying this. It was nice to see her get humbled by the same person she made so much noise about. “You’re really gonna do this now? In front of her?” “Should I have told you in secret?” He asked as if he was really clueless. “You always do this and it’s getting annoying at this point. I don’t want to have to deal with you all day. Just go home dude. You know you will still come back tonight.” Despite how happy I was that she was finally getting humbled, I low-key felt bad for her. Daniel was really a jerk to embarrass her like that. However, he told her she
Camille: I woke up roughly two hours later, feeling good as new even though I hadn’t really taken any medication for the fever. I yawned and sat up, realizing all I had needed was a trouble-free nap. Fortunately, I had woken up just in time to prepare for my job at the bookstore. I wouldn’t have to come up with an excuse this time. Miss Winston was incredibly nice, but there had to be a limit to her laxity. The house still felt empty when I left. Lucia was probably still tired after her night shift, while Daniel was definitely just brooding in his room like the big troubled baby he was. I knocked on his door and yelled ‘I’m leaving’, so that he would lock the door after I was gone. “You’re quite early,” Miss Winston said when she saw me. “I had a rough night and was a bit sick in the morning, so I didn’t go to school today,” I explained. “You shouldn’t have come at all,” she said with an alarmed expression. “Your health should always come first. I’ve told you that cou
Camille: I didn’t know what to do or say. This couldn’t be happening all over again. It wasn’t fair. It was apparent this man had no respect whatsoever for both his sister and me. “You know him?” Reginald asked me when he heard what Daniel said to me. “Of course she does. She’s my sister’s unbearable roommate,” Daniel answered before I could say anything. How was I the unbearable one when he had thrown a party, not one but two nights right after he got here, even though he knew how I felt about it. “Let’s go in then,” Reginald said, placing his hand carefully on the small of my back. The movement came unexpectedly and I jumped, making his hand drop. “I don’t even want to know how you two met, but just drop her, Reggie. She’s deadweight and she’ll just end up making anyone near her irritable for the rest of the night. I can’t have that happen to you. You’re my best man,” Daniel said, opening the door wider and urging Reginald in. Reginald looked at me with a dif
Camille: “Wake up sleepy head,” I heard Carla say and opened my eyes. “How did you get in here?” I asked, rubbing my eyes to get accustomed to the bright light she had turned on in the room. “Your shack doesn’t have a lock, remember?” She chuckled. I yawned and sat up. Every joint in my body ached. I was extremely cold and I felt horrible. Sleeping here had been a bad idea. “How are you this morning?” Carla asked me, sitting next to me on the flat mattress. “Did you sleep well? Ah! Your body is so warm.” “I did,” I said, moving away so she wouldn’t notice I was ill and start fawning over me. It was my fault anyway. I didn’t treat myself yesterday when I first developed symptoms. I frowned when I remembered the one person responsible for all of this-my sickness and the fact that I had to have two terrible nights in a row. “I’ve missed you this past week,” Carla said, rubbing my shoulders. “You should visit more often.” I recoiled when she suggested I visit mor
Camille: “You’ll have to wait. I just got started having a shower,” I said back, still covering myself as if he could see me from outside. “What part of I really need to pee don’t you understand?” He asked in a strained voice. “Do you want me to pee out here?” It wasn’t my fault he had to use the bathroom at the same time as me and that the other bathroom was not in use. “Well, I’m naked so you can’t come in,” I said, squirting some liquid soap into my loofah and lathering up my body. There was silence for a while. “Camille?” He called and I froze because no one ever called my full name. “Yes?” “When did you return?” He asked. “I’ll soon be done then you can use the bathroom,” I said. I wasn’t in the mood to have small talk with the person I was most mad at. Another silence. “I’m sorry,” he said, surprising me. So he could actually apologize. I smiled. Okay, maybe I was being too hard on him. He had just been in a bad position those two nights. He so
Camille: I tossed and turned angrily on my bed for a few minutes after entering my room. I groaned, realizing this was exactly what he wanted. I would never let him succeed in making me feel this way. I was in charge of my own destiny, not some plaything in Daniel’s game. I decided to relax, in the best way I knew how, by resting my back on the headrest of my bed and reading an erotica, while chewing chips out of a bag I had purchased at the store that morning. However, I soon lost appetite and found myself rereading the same sentences over and over again without being able to understand them. Sighing, I dropped the book and lay down completely on the bed. I hated being sick. It made me feel so useless, like I felt now. What angered me the most was the fact that I couldn’t stop thinking about the person who was indirectly responsible for my sickness. I hated him so much. I woke up to the sound of someone knocking on my door and I yawned, stretching and wondering when I h
Camille: “You don’t have to watch me the whole time I eat. I’m not judging your meal. I’m just hungry,” I said sharply. I was nervous, but I wasn’t about to let him meander back into my life like he always did after hurting me. I wasn’t about to make the same mistake for the fifth time in a row. “Sorry,” he said, clearing his throat. He started to eat his meal instead. He was silent until I finished my meal and all he did was look at me for a while, before going back to eating his own meal. Was I crazy for hating the fact that he listened to me and kept to himself? I mean, it wasn’t my fault. I had nothing else to do. I had no desire to go through my phone or read and it was still too early for me to sleep. A part of me had become accustomed to listening to the stupid things he said and reacting to them that I had even began to indirectly yearn for them. No matter how messed up that sounded. “I want more,” I said, giving him my plate. “Oh,” he said and happily
Camille: “I think I should be going now,” I said, getting up. Reggie pulled me back. “So soon?” I showed him the time on my phone. “It’s already after six,” I said. “I better get going. I have to prepare for my other tests at home.” He frowned. “Why can’t you just read at my place instead? It’ll be more convenient for you to be honest.” “I just…I’m just used to my room,” I explained, wishing he would just let me go. I was really tired of being here. I just wanted to be alone. “You don’t even close from work till eight in the evening and you never get home until after eight. Why don’t you just stay here till then?” Why was he making this difficult? “Miss Winston gave me the day off so why don’t I make use of it…?” “She gave you the day off so you could spend it with me,” he said abruptly, shocking me. “Sorry,” he apologized when he saw my expression. “I just really want to spend some time with you.” “We have all the time in the world,” I said,
Camille: I was breathing fast. This was too much. Reggie was glaring at me, obviously mad that I had answered Daniel’s call in front of him, or was it because he realized I had his number? Daniel’s voice sounded equally mad on the phone. Wait a minute. Neither of them had any right to be mad at me. I was the one who was having a bad day and yet somehow without being in each other’s presence, both of them had managed to make it about them. I frowned. “What kind of question is that?” I snapped at Daniel over the phone. “What’s your business with where I am?” There was silence. I held the phone with both hands, slightly shaking, but I didn’t take back my words. I heard him sigh over the phone. “Just be careful,” he said and hung up. “What was that?” Reggie asked, taking the phone from me and growing when he saw the call was already ended. “I was talking to Daniel,” I said. “That much was clear. What did he want?” I stared at him. “I don’t think that’
Camille: At school, there was no sign of Carla anywhere. She still hadn’t been regular in school for the past few weeks no matter how often I begged her to come , but I was sure that my friend would come to her senses and at least show up when we had a test. We had a free period just before the test, so everyone was studying seriously, since we had been told beforehand that it was going to be worth over fifty percent of our total score. Frantically, I dialed my friend, Carla’s number over and over again but got no response. Was she seriously going to dump her education because of that stupid boyfriend of hers who clearly didn’t even like her? I mean, what kind of boyfriend uploads dirty pictures of the girl he claims to love just to spite her because they had some silly argument? “Hey,” Ezekiel, the most annoying boy in my class said to me, before pulling his seat closer to mine. “Wanna study together like old times? With me on your side, you could smash this.” “Thanks,”I s
Camille: That Tuesday morning, all I wanted to do was throw myself against my bed and sleep until the next day. This would be the third night of sleep Daniel had stolen from me because of another one of his stupid parties. Staying at Reggie’s hadn’t been all that bad, but I hadn’t been able to sleep there either for reasons I was yet to revisit. When I heard yelling from the living room, I was not the least bit surprised. When Reggie insisted to ride with me up the elevator to my apartment after dropping me off in his car that morning, I had known that if they eventually met face to face, there would be a clash. I wished they would just stop it already. What pissed me off the most about their sudden resentment for each other was the fact that neither of them would tell me the reason behind it. They had been great friends at the beginning and abruptly started hating each other. No matter how much I had pressured Reggie the night before, he still wouldn’t tell me what had to
Daniel: Sometimes, I tell myself the truth. I’m really childish. Like today. Why on earth did I throw a party last night? I hadn’t even enjoyed it. I just spent the whole time taking shots and watching the door like a hawk when I wasn’t drinking, waiting for her to come in and yell at me for throwing the party. Turns out that today out of all days, she didn’t even show up. Why the hell do I care? And why on earth am I acting like an idiot? “Hi, baby,” the girl whose face and voice I don’t recognize said sleepily beside me and wrapped her arm around me. I flung her arm over my shoulder and climbed out of the bed. “Hey,” she called out, her face falling as she struggled to cover her naked body with the duvet. “What’s wrong? I thought we had something special.” My head was pounding so hard from my hangover, and the last thing I wanted to do was give this random woman who I didn’t even remember a pep talk about why she shouldn’t still be in my bed till this mo
Camille: “This is the second room. It hasn’t been used in a while, so…” Reggie said, scratching the back of his neck. He didn’t look at me while he spoke, but kept rummaging and rearranging anything he could get his hands on around the room. “It’s fine,” I assured him, finding his nervousness cute. “It’s nice. I honestly don’t mind a little dust just as long as it’s not a party.” He nodded, clearly relieved. “Will you like something to eat?” He asked, holding my hand and leading me to where I presumed was the kitchen even though I hadn’t responded yet. “I ordered Chinese.” I rarely ever ate food I didn’t prepare myself, but the food ended up being better than I expected. “How is it?” Reggie asked. “It’s great,” I said honestly. Besides wanting to be as far away from Daniel as possible, I had come here because I wanted to get certain questions answered. However, as we ate in silence, I couldn’t think of a way to bring them up. “How has work been?” He as
Camille: Although I was extremely angry, I still had to tiptoe carefully into the bathroom. I had barely got in when Lucia came out of the kitchen with her food. “Cam,” she called out to me. “Where have you been? I’ve been searching all over for you. I even called your name. I thought you went out.” “Oh,” I said with a nervous laugh and prayed my voice wouldn’t betray me. “I was in the bathroom with my head…” I almost mentioned my headphones when I remembered she had seen them in Daniel’s room. If I completed my sentence, she would know I had been in his room. “…my head in this new book I was reading online. It’s so interesting. It’s about a girl who gets betrayed by her best friend and the man she loves but finds a man that’s like a hundred times better…” I was rambling, but it was better than nothing. Lucia rolled her eyes, already bored of my story. At least, she believed me. “Ugh. Isn’t that like the storyline of every erotica you read?” She asked, ushering me
Camille: If Lucia opened that door, I would be done for. I was naked in her brother’s closet. There was no other explanation for that other than the obvious. Plus I could tell that Daniel was mad at me. Even if his sister caught me in here, I would be getting no help from him. “Lucia, wait,” he said, pulling her away from the closet right before she could open it. “Wait a minute,” she said, staring at a spot on the bed. “Aren’t those Cam’s headphones?” My eyes popped open. How could I have been dumb to leave them out there? Ugh. I was done for. “Yeah, I asked her for them,” Daniel said, but it wasn’t a very convincing lie. “And she gave them to you?” Lucia asked in a way that showed him she didn’t believe him at all. “Why’s that so hard to believe? We’ve gotten pretty close recently. That’s why it’s strange that she talked about me leaving this morning. You can help me give them to her when she comes back,” he said offhandedly. Now, that was a little more believ