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
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: 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
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: 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: “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: “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: For what felt like eons, time seemed to stand still. Daniel successfully hid his amusement as he watched me process what he had just told me, his eyes trained on nothing else but me. One would wonder why I was reacting so dramatically over being reminded I had my period, but it was much deeper than that. I was being bombarded with several emotions at once, which had begun even before now. Everything was confusing. Just when I thought I had it all under control, he had to go and say something like this to remind me that I was currently not the one calling the shots in my own life. Lucia, my own best friend was lying behind my back for some reason, Reggie was putting so much pressure on me even though we hadn’t started dating yet, school wasn’t going so great, and greatest of all, Daniel who was like hot water one day and cold water the next, constantly reminded me of how unstable I was, that a seemingly harmless truth he had said could elicit such a reaction from m
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
Camille: “What?” Daniel asked in surprise, realizing he was somehow part of this. Lucia had the guts to look surprised as well. I was so disappointed. I had a strong urge to get up and drag her by her hair. “What are you even talking about?” She asked, touching my forehead. Turning to Daniel, she asked him whether I had taken my medications that morning. I paused. Had that even happened at all? I was beginning to doubt my own mind. No. I was sure it did. I could remember everything clearly. Reggie coming to the bookstore and Miss Winston giving me the day off to go out with him, me in the car with Reggie while he went on a rant of how I had fucked Daniel while refusing him. “Get your hands off me,” I snarled, slapping her hand away from my forehead. “You told Reggie I slept with Daniel and that was why he was so mad. That was why he was drinking and why we were arguing. I almost lost my life because you couldn’t keep your stupid mouth shut. You just had to go and tel