Camille: Words could not describe how embarrassed I felt. The way Lucia kept looking down at me with disappointment only made matters worse. What was my excuse? I wasn’t drunk. What then was my excuse for resting on her brother’s shoulder while he touched me, just a day after she had expressly warned me to steer clear of him. I suddenly felt so dirty, even without having to look at her. No wonder he didn’t take me seriously. Even after all the hurtful things he had said countlessly to me, I still managed to let myself be putty in his hands. My food was halfway gone, but I no longer had an appetite for it. I placed it on the chair Daniel had vacated, before laying on the bed and covering myself with the duvet, just to protect myself from her silent but deadly glare. She didn’t let me do that. “What is the meaning of this?” She asked, lifting the top of the blanket away from my face. “How did you get in?” I asked, avoiding her eyes. What was it with locked doors today?
Camille: On Monday morning, I felt much better. I dressed up for school early enough and left without seeing anyone. Fortunately, Daniel didn’t come out throughout the time I had my breakfast, the leftover food from yesterday, and I was thankful for it. When the third professor for the day didn’t show up, I got busy with reading one of the novels for my Romantic literature course. Even though I had read it before, I still read it again to refresh my memory. At least it was a well-deserved break from erotica. Apparently, that genre wasn’t doing me any good lately. “Hey,” a male voice said to me and I recoiled inwardly. I ignored the voice as well as his shadow that was blocking my line of sight. I hoped he would just walk away if I ignored him long enough, but unfortunately, he didn’t. “Hi,” he said again, pulling an empty seat in front of my desk. I wished I could just disappear. “Hello Ezekiel,” I said with clear irritation as I dropped the book I had been reading. “
Camille: Warning bells went off in my head when he said that. “You’ve been waiting for me?” I repeated, watching him closely. “Well, yeah,” he said with furrowed brows. “Why do you look so surprised?” “Oh it’s just uh…” I lost my trail of thought when he started moving toward me. “It’s what?” He asked with a smirk as he moved, making me step back until my back hit a wall. He was just a few inches away from me at that point, his hand over my head, caging me while his eyes bore on my lips. “I didn’t uh…” I said and stopped, getting distracted by what was in front of me. We were so close that I could almost see the pores on his face. His chest was directly in my line of sight, but I forced myself to look up at his equally handsome face instead. “We weren’t quite finished yesterday, were we?” He asked, slowly touching the tip of my ear with his other hand. I couldn’t understand what was happening to me. Why was I getting so turned on from my ears being touched?
Camille: After school the next day, I made my way to a store to buy earplugs. I was tired of deafening my ears every night with noise canceling headphones because of my roommate’s brother. If Daniel planned to bring more girls over, I would have to find a better way to block my ears every night since his room was right next to mine. I arrived ten minutes late to the bookstore and snuck in from the back just in case Miss Winston caught me and decided to lecture me. However, that backfired, because when I made it to the cashier counter, she was already standing there with Reggie, apparently waiting for me. “My favorite employee is here,” she squealed when she saw me and came to hug me. I tensed a little, wondering why she was so excited to see me. “You remember Reggie, don’t you?” She asked, pointing at her son. He waved at me with a smile on his face. “Hi.” “Hey,” I responded, unable to meet his gaze for some reason. “Reggie just came over and he won’t stop talki
Camille: When Daniel yelled at me to get in, the guilt I had felt disappeared immediately. What right did he have to yell at me? Was I his responsibility? He was the last person to lecture me on the right way to behave. “Don’t raise your voice at me,” I said in a small but steady voice. I staggered a little, but fortunately, Reggie held me. Daniel’s eyes darkened with rage. “You’re drunk,” he accused me. “You’re fucking drunk.” “And what’s that to you?” I asked, equally raising my voice. “You get drunk everyday and you and your drunk disgusting friends mess up my house. If anyone should yell at me for this, it shouldn’t be you.” Daniel opened his mouth to say something, but didn’t. He leaned against the door and crossed his arm, turning his gaze on Reggie. “Get in,” he repeated to me, still looking at Reggie. “Don’t tell me what to do,” I slurred. “If you don’t get in in ten seconds, get ready to sleep outside,” he warned me. “What the hell is wrong with y
Camille: When I woke up the next morning, I felt like shit. It felt like someone was throwing the loudest party in my head. It was already bright so I knew it was morning. As I sat up, I began to remember some of the events from last night. I remembered coming back with Reggie and being yelled at by Daniel. I frowned. However, I also recalled him rubbing my back and holding my hair while I threw up. He also gave me some water and a drug that was supposed to help with my condition. I shuddered. At least I was still alive so that meant he hadn’t poisoned me. This was not my first time being hungover, but for some reason, this one was the toughest one I’d ever dealt with. I couldn’t miss school again. Groaning, I picked myself off the bed and managed to change my clothes and tie my towel around my chest. My legs still felt wobbly, but at least it was not as bad as yesterday. There was a knock on my door and I hesitated before opening it. “Hey,” Daniel said, coming i
Camille:Ezekiel, my weird class stalker kept giving me the side eye while we were in class, so I made up my mind to leave even before our last professor came in. I didn’t want to be ambushed by him or have to listen to whatever crap he would come up with. Some people just couldn’t take hints, and he was obviously one of them. I couldn’t have been any clearer about not wanting him the last time he approached me, yet he still didn’t give up. He had sent me several texts which I had ignored, and had even tried calling me. I didn’t answer those either. On my way to the bookstore after school, coupled with my sickness and hunger, I felt nervous. I wondered if Reggie would be there. I had called him over and over that day, but the automated voice kept saying the number was unavailable. I really hoped to see him, at least to apologize for Daniel being such a d!ck, although a part of me was certain he was already used to it. I walked past a couple kissing passionately in the park, and wh
Camille: "Uh...what's happening, Cam?" Lucia asked, her voice breaking me out of my spell. I blinked, finally looking away from her brother, whose expression I had still been unable to read. "Nothing. I'm just tired," I replied with a sigh, a little embarassed by the fact that I had been caught staring. "I'll just be in my room..." "Won't you eat something before you go?" Daniel asked me when I started to walk away and I stopped in my tracks. "I'm sure she just wants to be left alone, Dan," Lucia said to him in a sharp tone. "Her eyes are sunken, her face looks puffy and she's practically dragging herself. Can't you tell she needs something to eat?" He spoke back to her. I swallowed. I hadn't even been able to tell what his expression had been while I watched him, yet he somehow noticed all those things about me. Did I really look that bad? I slowly turned back to face them. They were glaring at each other, probably still mad at each other after the argument they ha
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
Camille: The next few days passed by quite uneventfully. Miss Winston sent me an impersonal text apologizing for her son’s behavior and telling me I could leave work indefinitely as she had to take care of her son in the hospital. I never went to see him. I didn’t know exactly how bad his condition was, but I couldn’t push myself to go. Even though I felt bad for him, I couldn’t shake off the reminder that if things had gone slightly differently, I would have been in the one in his position, or worse, I would have died on the spot. I couldn’t trust myself enough to go there. What if I saw him and got so filled with rage, I pulled off his life support. Okay, thankfully, I wasn’t that crazy, but still. I wasn’t so sure where I stood at the moment and didn’t want to risk any thing triggering me. Things weren’t better at the apartment either. Lucia kept to herself throughout the weekend, locked up in her room. When she finally tried to sneak out on Sunday afternoon and found