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: By Sunday evening, I was already feeling ten times better. Only then did Lucia truly believe that my illness had been indirectly caused by her brother’s actions. One of the perks of feeling better was the fact that I could finally read my erotica in peace. However, after hours of doing nothing but read, my stomach began to rumble out of hunger. I was tired of eating cereal at this point, and since the pasta I had prepared the day before was long gone at this point, I knew I had to prepare something else. Sighing, I got up from my cozy bed and walked down to the door. Holding the door handle, I didn’t move another inch for a few seconds. Lucia had gone out to see her new boyfriend, a nursing student she had met at the hospital, so that meant I was stuck with Daniel all alone until she returned. Being locked up in my room gave me temporary rest from him, and I was reluctant to give that up. I put headphones on my ears like I had learned, to ignore him even if
Camille: I managed to gobble down the food that had gotten stuck in my throat as I reflexively moved away from him. “I didn’t ask you to come in,” I said, immediately regretting why I hadn’t just locked my door like I always did right after I got in. He looked at me like he didn’t understand what I was saying. “Your door was open. It’s been locked for days now so I assumed it was an invitation,” he said with a shrug as he made himself more comfortable on my bed. “So what are we watching?” I turned off my phone and made it lie face down on the bed. “What is this about? What game are you trying to play here?” I asked him straight to the point, with my arms crossed over my chest. If he thought he could just waltz in here and pretend like we’ve been buddies ever since, then he was completely wrong. He took a bite of his food and hummed. “Just when I thought you couldn’t possibly get any better,” he said as he savored the taste of the food. I felt a blush color
Camille: “Will you stop this!” I asked, raising my voice. Daniel shot me a surprised look, having not expected my tone that sounded offended. He chuckled nervously. “Sorry, I was way out of my depth there,” he apologized. “This is about you. No need to make it all about me.” I went back to eating and he went back to watching me. I knew I hadn’t solved anything by snapping at him; I was sure he still blamed himself on the inside, but at least now he knew how I felt about it. Wow. That sounded so selfish. “I want to watch Tv. Wanna join me?” He asked, getting up. For some reason, hearing him say ‘wanna’ in his accent sounded so wrong. I chuckled. He paused. “You laughed,” he muttered, more to himself than me with a look of excited surprise on his face. “Why are you so surprised?” I asked. “You haven’t even cracked a smile since today and now you’re laughing because I want to watch TV?” He asked, his surprise turning into slight confusion. “Oh,” I sa
Camille: “I’m going to see my parents,” I told Lucia this evening when she came to check up on me. Her eyes widened. “In the middle of the school year? But they’re all the way in Utah. Is this really the best time for you to make that kind of trip?” She had a point, but these were my parents. “I haven’t seen them in almost two years, Lucia. And I haven’t spoken to them in a while either. My mom wants me to come over. I can’t say no.” “But it’ll take like a whole week out of school.” “It doesn’t have to be a week. I could spend just a day or two there, starting from next weekend.” She wasn’t convinced. “But you’d have to fly. And it’s so expensive.” “You know my parents will pay for everything.” She gave me a look, and I knew what it meant immediately. I had an intense, almost ridiculous fear of flying. The reason I hadn’t traveled back to Utah in years was because I didn’t want to be airborne again, and traveling by bus was an even worse option. My first
Camille: When I woke up with a splitting headache sometime later, I was more annoyed than relieved or confused. I had passed out three times in one month, something I had never experienced in my life before then. To make matters worse, the voices I had heard before the world went black were still the same arguing voices that welcomed me back to consciousness. “I told you we should take her to a freaking hospital!” Lucia snapped. It was as if at this point she couldn’t make a sentence addressed to her brother without it being filled with so much venom. “And I told you she has passed out like this in front of me before and I didn’t have to take her to a hospital,” Daniel quipped, his voice thankfully low. “When did that happen?” “A few weeks ago. When I had to spend the night with her,” he explained further. “She just had a panic attack because you wouldn’t just let her be.” “Me?!” Lucia asked. “She has never had a panic attack in three years of living with me, but somehow you sh
Camille: My food got stuck in my throat when the Tv went off. That only meant one thing. Daniel had heard her comment and was pissed off, and he would probably say something awful to her about it. “I’m so sorry I just had to watch Tv in your almighty house!” He snapped, getting up. I swallowed. Lucia didn’t even look his way. “What else do I do so you won’t regret helping my wretched self with accommodation? I know my presence irritates you so much. Maybe I should just walk into my room and never come out again. Just stop existing. Maybe that will make your highness happy finally. Although I doubt there’s anything that can ever make you happy.” Lucia dropped her fork. “What did you just say?” She asked, finally facing him. He walked into the dining room, stood in front of her, crossed his arms and repeated his last sentence. Silence. The tension in the room was thick enough to cut ice. “And what do you of all people know about happiness?” She asked with a dry chuckl
Camille: A part of me wanted to walk up after Daniel and try to explain why we just couldn’t let Lucia know about this, but the sensible part of me held me back. Daniel knew exactly why we couldn’t let Lucia find out about us. He may have nothing to lose; after all, he and Lucia already fought all the time and he could leave anytime he wanted to continue his amazing life in London. I on the other hand had no such benefits. Not only didn’t I have no other place to go, I also didn’t want to ruin my already strained relationship with my best friend. She thought she was looking out for me, and she was probably right. I couldn’t possibly risk our three year friendship for something so fickle. When I was done eating the sandwich Daniel had made for me, I went to have a shower. My entire body felt sticky and dirty. I winced when the water came in contact with the skin in between my legs. Was it supposed to still be this painful? Ugh. I could still feel the pressure in my ce
Camille: When I woke up, I was slightly disoriented, but the dull ache in between my legs quickly refreshed my memory. Crossing my legs together, I blushed when I remembered all that had happened the night before. The sweet but now distant memory of Daniel kissing me, touching me and then repeatedly but slowly thrusting into me, made me shut my eyes and blush. It felt like I had been a much different person then, even though it was just a few hours before. I could also remember Daniel doting on me after it was over; giving me a warm bath, then a hot drink and apologizing the entire time, as if it was something he had done to me, and not something we had both enjoyed. Besides the dull ache, I felt wonderful. I didn’t regret it as much as I had thought I would. In fact, I didn’t regret it at all. I wanted to shout it to the world, announce to them that I had finally done the deed and could now relate when next I read my erotica. I couldn’t wait to do it again. The only other
Camille: While I had been filled with more shame than I had ever felt before, a minute ago, I was now more filled with more desire than ever before. Before I could react to Daniel’s words, he placed his hand behind my head and softly attacked my lips with his. His tongue hungrily scouted my lips, demanding access into my mouth and I let it. Now more at ease with him, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back, letting my tongue roam around his mouth as much as his did. The more we kissed, the more I felt my restraints falling. I had badly missed kissing him. It lit a fire in the pit of my stomach that burned down to my core. As our tongues wrestled in each other’s mouths, I began to move my hips around slightly. The hard material of his pants grazed my clit when I wiggled against it, but instead of a discomforting ache, the rough feeling was so pleasurable. “F*ck. I can feel how wet you are,” he muttered before swallowing my lips again. My action seemed
Camille: I surprised myself by laughing. I just dropped my phone on the floor next to me and began to laugh. Daniel who had been seeking a reason to taunt me, would finally have one, because I couldn’t hide my curiosity. He had become less troublesome recently though, so there strong possibility he wouldn’t even react to my liking his post. There was equally a stronger possibility that I was overreacting and he wouldn’t even notice that I had liked his post. When I was done eating, I packed my plates to the kitchen and used the opportunity to clean up everywhere. It was still quite early, so I picked up notebook from under the couch. I was good. Really really good. I blushed as I read the previous chapters of my own book, heavily influenced by real life actions that had happened in this very house. This was so much better than any of the erotica I had read. This was so personal. I no longer had to try to fit myself into the main character’s point of view to enjoy the bo
Camille: I blinked twice. I couldn’t just have heard right. I didn’t know when I stepped back. A cold shiver ran down my spine. I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. But then again, considering every other thing that had happened before now… “I can’t believe you,” I muttered. Lucia gave me a sympathetic look. “I know it’s hard to accept but that’s why I have been…” “I can’t believe you’d stoop so low to tell me horrible things about your own brother just because you don’t want us to be together,” I spat. Lucia looked at me like I had just grown a second head. “Is that what you think this is? Why would I lie against my brother?” I shrugged. “We all know how easy it is for you to lie. It’s not really much of a surprise.” “You seriously think I’m lying?” Lucia asked, pointing to her own chest. Her eyes were dry now. She was more angry at the fact that I was implying she was a liar than sad about it. “Yes I do,” I said matter-of-factly. “When your brother g