Living With The Player

**CAMILLA**

I glanced at Dylan, more like fixed my gaze on him like the answers to my question would automatically pop up in my head. I don’t want to believe my suspicions are right, but it’s too much of a coincidence to ignore.

If it’s true, then everything else I’ve come to know tonight will just be a huge waste, it wouldn’t matter if it’s just been buttering me up for this big finale.

I turned away after he didn’t notice neither did I get any vibes to prove my theory wrong or right.

In other news, Kyle and the girl finally noticed our presence. She narrowed her gaze on me, recognition flashed in her eyes, she blinked then whispered soemthing to him.

He turned and his eyes went from me to the person standing beside me. To Dylan.

I gulped hard as his face hardened.

Kyle wasn’t an angry person, it’s one of the things I did genuinely like about him, but he does get a little jealous then protective, but never an angry person. If Dylan has him rikes up, it’s a first.

Then again, he shouldn’t be annoyed. He’s literally seating more closely to a girl than I standing next to Dylan. Technically, I’m not doing anything wrong, he’s in the fault because anyone who walks in will think they’re dating.

On that note, I got a major confidence boost.

I marched towards their table with a wide smile, I masked the urge to drag her hair and smack her head against the tile and increased my pace to reach them.

Clearly taken off guard by my switch in emotion, Kyle arched his brows trying to comprehend what I had in mind. I guess I wasn’t that predictable Camilla no more. Terrific.

I exhaled with an extra slice of dramatics, gave my hair a little flip then took a free seat in their table before facing her. I plan on having so much fun.

“What a lovely surprise…..”

With a high pitch, I trailed off hinting I had forgotten her name.

“Eva.”

She finished with a full smile, I couldn’t ignore how pretty she looked, and I couldn’t ignore the urge to wipe it off her face with a defeaning slap. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Do I want Kyle? Or do I not want him with someone else?

“We have English class together, fancy seeing you here.”

I chirped not sparing one look at Kyle. I felt his gaze on me though silently begging me to turn over, not going to give him the satisfaction sadly. He’ll just watch from the space.

“Umm, yeah I guess so.”

She giggled and even that was cute.

I’m desperately trying not to roll my eyes.

“Kyle invited me since his parents were donating and I guess that’s why you’re here too…”

She trailed off pending a confirmation from me. I was rendered speechless by her explanation. Turns out she’s not throwing herself at him as I thought, he had the audacity to invite her. Who would’ve thought?

Fighting the grim off my face was nearly impossible. Turning to glare at him was the only thing on my mind.

“Actually, I came here with a friend.”

I forced a smile then turned back, silently searching for Dylan.

I motioned to him after finding Dylan leaning against a wall acting all nonchalant as always.

“Dylan Emerton is your friend.”

She squeeled with a slight chuckle. How and why is she so cute?

If she’s with Kyle and into him, why the giggle for Dylan.

I smacked myself at that. Half of the girls in our school go crazy over him. But in front of Kyle?

“Yup.” I popped the p with a slight grin.

“And Kyle is my boyfriend isn’t that great?”

I squished my shoulders together with another grin, showing all my teeth, just to catch her reaction.

As I expected, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She wasn’t thinking in that direction at all.

Then, I turned to steal a glance at Kyle and his face was priceless. His lips parted and stayed that way. Sorry to burst your bubble dear boyfriend.

“Well, I’ll leave you two to have fun and I’ll see you later.”

I made a kissing sound for Kyle, passed he r a small smile then stood up and walked away. That was very fun.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“You done?”

Dylan mouthed before I reached him.

I halted and arched my brows. That was cold. Very cold.

I masked my reaction and met him all the way.

“Did you know he would be here?”

I asked in a low tone, just in case anyone was listening.

“No, I didn’t know.”

He responded almsot immediately. I rolled my eyes unconvinced.

“Why don’t I believe you?”

I folded my arms waiting for soemthing more convincing.

Instead, He shrugged and walked away, brushing my shoulders as he did. I turned with a gasp watching him leave.

“Rude.”

I muttered, stomping my feet slightly.

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