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
“Oh yeah,” she let out a stifled moan when his girth hit her spot and the sensation almost made her combust instantly. His hand dug into her hair as he drilled into her repeatedly, letting out muffled grunts with each thrust. As she held onto the rippled muscles on his back, drawing him close, Camille knew she shouldn’t be doing this, letting her best friend’s brother use her as his personal toy when she was right in the next room, asleep and completely unaware of everything going on. *** Camille A few weeks before. “I’m so done with this stupid assignment,” Lucia grumbled, coming into the living room of our apartment and tossing her Anatomy textbook on the couch, right next to me. I rolled my eyes and tossed a popcorn into my mouth, unbothered by my roomate’s dramatic entrance. “You could have studied anything, but you chose to study medicine. Don’t blame me for your poor life choices,” I said, bending to the side so I could see the Tv better, since Lucia had
Camille Before my last professor for the day was at the door, my books were already packed in my bag and I was on my feet, ready to go. When I made it out of class without someone calling me back, I heaved a sigh of relief. I had successfully escaped an awkward situation. Carla, my only other friend in this class wasn’t in school that day so I didn’t want to give anyone else the chance to talk to me after what had happened a few days earlier. From school, I went to the book store where I worked and greeted Miss Winston who was the owner and my boss. I had been working there since my first year in college and it was the best decision I had ever made. I only had to work for five hours everyday after school, and all I had to do was sit by the counter to receive payment from the very few people who ever patronized the old store. Miss Winston was nice, the pay was worth it, and the quiet solitude of the store gave me enough time to do my schoolwork and read whatever books I want
Camille: I blinked once, then twice, but nothing changed. There was still a naked stranger standing in my kitchen and other strangers doing god knows what all over the house. “You can pick up from where she left off,” the stranger said, taking a bottle of liquor beside him and swallowing it in one gulp. “She was doing a shit job anyway. You look like you’ll know how to get me off.” “I’m not, eww,” I said, turning away and covering my eyes. Unfortunately, I had already looked at it and the thickness of it was imprinted in my memory. “Take a shot, beautiful. It’ll loosen you up,” he said, offering me a shot glass, but I slapped it away from his hand and stepped back. His smile disappeared and a frown that made him look scary etched deeply on his face. “Prude,” he said as an insult to me and put on his shorts. “Who the hell even invited you to my party?” I snapped. “What the hell are you doing in my house?” His brows furrowed. “Your house? This is my sister’s apart
Camille: Several thoughts went through my head as I ran into my room and locked the door. I didn’t know what to do. If I called the cops and someone found out it was me, I’d never live it down. I always hated people who were so prissy to do that and I couldn’t imagine myself being such a party pooper even if the party was at my house and without permission. Sighing, I dialed Lucia’s number and stormed around nervously in my room as I waited for her to answer. I switched the lights on and jumped when I noticed movement on my bed. “Hey, do you mind?” The guy in my bed said breathlessly as he shielded his eyes from the light. There was a girl under him, doing god knows what under my covers. My eyelids twitched and I felt something crawl over my body- disgust. “Get the hell out of my room!” I yelled with a voice that didn’t sound like mine. “Girl, relax…” the girl said with a bored expression. “You don’t know me, so don’t call me ‘girl’ like we’re supposed to be fr
Camille: “Awesome,” he said and removed his hand from mine. I watched him swallow the pills and gulp down after. It was when he raised his brows at me that I realized I had been staring. “How was your flight?” Lucia asked him, sitting beside me. He shrugged. “It was cool actually since I flew first class.” “How are mom and dad?” He frowned. “Still the same old whiny little b*tches they’ve always been.” Oh, so he was one of those people who cursed all the time. I had assumed it was because he was drunk. How on earth was Lucia the black sheep? I couldn’t imagine talking about my parents like that. “That bad, huh,” Lucia said, looking down at her hands. “Hey, it’s fine,” he said in the softest tone I had ever heard him use. “Forget about them. They’re not worth being sad over. I’m here and that’s all that should matter.” She nodded and sniffled. “Come here,” he said, standing up and she did the same with a giggle. “I haven’t seen you in years. This is huge.”