Camila II

. . . "So you're going out to move to a much greater one?" Mason throws himself onto my now-empty mattress and murmurs.

I huff for the millionth time and send him a glare however fortunately Ava beats me to expressing what's on both our psyches.

"Could you just shut up and leave? Genuinely you've been holding that case this entire time. While we," She movements between us, "Have been doing all the truly difficult work."

"And I'm expected to do the heavy lifting because?" Mason raises his dark eyebrows. I squint my eyes at the man youngster before me. My dearest companion was this near making me crazy.

Even if I had been alone for the last three weeks of my break from school, I would have wished for a needle and thread to see his big, fat mouth shut after just one minute with him.

I have no idea why I would want to spend my time with such a jerk, but Mason was my first friend when I moved to the United States, and we instantly clicked.

Furthermore, our fellowship had possibly fortified last year when we both figured out we were being kept down and couldn't graduate.

Thus, while every other person in our year - including Ava, my main other companion - was eighteen, Mason and I were nineteen.

And the shame I felt when I entered the atrocity that was school had been lessened by his presence.

I cast a look among Ava and I, taking note of our moderately petite bodies in contrast with his.

"Since you do this lifting poo at the rec center." I reacted by crossing my arms in support of Ava.

Ava might have been the schools soccer star yet she was no where close areas of strength for as Mason and his strong constitution. Mason mopes his lips and looks between us.

"No fair, you all generally bother me." From next to me, Ava laughs and puts her cornrowed hair in a bun.

"No. It's consistently us against Cam's obnoxious ass." "Fuck off!" As I watch Mason get up and open the first drawer of my dresser, I say all this while rolling my eyes, only for them to widen.

The one I advised the movers to avoid. I lunge forward, but it is already too late, and Mason takes out the pink, sparkly silicone device.

I watch in horror. I stop, purse my lips, and give Ava a side glance. Her expression tells me she's about to laugh.

He gives it a quick glance before turning to,, face us, his brows furrowed in disbelief as he hands the foreign object around and play with it inadvertently.

"What is it?" I watch as it clicks as he looks at Ava's face. "Goodness fuck-" His face transforms into one of revulsion as he tosses it onto the bed and Ava and I burst into an attack of chuckling.

"Why in the world do you surprisingly have a vibrator?!" As I head toward my bed, I shrug.

"Because this baby is the thing that does it because I can't fit anything in there yet." I recommend grabbing the vibrator.

"No, I mean why the fuck do you-a virgin need a vibrator.

Additionally, you could simply be replaced by any male student in a heartbeat with that item." He says this while observing me as I move it out of sight toward my carry-on bag.

Not only was it expensive, but it was also extremely difficult to obtain without their sweet little Camila discovering that I wanted to explore my body.

"Definitely, would you confirm or deny that you are the very young lady that didn't allow Rodney Richardson to move beyond a respectable halfway point on the ski trip Christmas break?" Ava jumps onto my now empty bed to join in. The thought of that sleaze bag makes my face constrict in disgust.

"Rodney lacked the ability to screw my mouth appropriately, you figure he could do any better down there?" After that, I say, I turn to Mason.

Furthermore, I am a virgin by choice. I will not permit any man to cruelly touch my Coochie. This crap is a treasure trove. "I respond.

I value taking care of oneself and no ones going to persuade the honor to be quick to contact me there except if I'm sure their worth the effort.

I know Mason will say something stupid when he sneers at me in mockery.

"Awe, is princess Camila waiting for the perfect man to come and stick his finger in her million-dollar pussy?" you might ask. I scrunch my face up at his rough comment.

"Ah, and what about the issues my mother is having? You don't see me circumventing ridiculing you for just getting hard at the possibility of old wrinkly tits." I shudder in resentment as I spit like Ava. Mason has narrow eyes.

They are not elderly. They're full grown." Before shrugs, he defends.

"And you wouldn't believe how well they take care of me and mine," she added. He says tapping his groin. I feign exacerbation and Ava sits up on the bed, looking between us.

"Am I the main individual in here with an ordinary sexual coexistence?" "Probably." Before smirking at her, I give a nod.

" I bet you get more pussy than our kid Mason here." I snicker at my best friend, who happens to be too attractive to be interested in older women, as Mason rolls his eyes and points at me.

Explicitly wedded, moderately aged rich ladies who wouldn't fret ruining him.

I rush to hide the vibrator when I hear the front door open downstairs because I know that Ethan and everyone else see me as their innocent little angel and don't want to damage that image anytime soon.

Mason and Ava bid their farewells as Ethan strolls into my room, pecking my cheek in hello.

"Are you ready to leave, Principessa? He asks, endearingly speaking in a smooth Italian accent.

I gesture, snatching my sacks while the movers take my other possessions and follow Ethan out into the vehicle hanging tight for us.

Yet, I stop for a portion of one moment to say farewell to my young life home. The spot mamá raised me and the spot I will perpetually esteem.

Yet, it's the ideal opportunity for change. . . .

The Gonzalez family estate isn't a long way from my home and I can't choose if a gift or a revile I'd need to complete out the remainder of my senior year at the confidential secondary school.