Living With The Player

**CAMILLA**

~Tuesday Evening~

~9:43 pm ~

I grabbed a fist full of his clothing, I wasn’t sure what part. I hoped it was his shirt as I intended, if I ended up reaching for his pants, that will be very embarrassing and confusing at the same time.

In response, he held my hand and squeezed it tightly allowing the warmth I received to provide some comfort in this impromptu panic attack. It’s all that bitch’s fault!Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

“Kyle can’t find out, Dylan can’t find out. No one can find out. Oh shit, she’s going to tell everyone. I’ll die if that happens. I should die now because I can’t take anyone finding out the truth.”

I debate internally, struggling to catch my breath and hold on to Kyle without fainting or worse getting a stroke if that’s possible.

He tilted my head towards his face, forcing me to look at him.

I kept wheezing, holding on tightly and shaking my head in negation none stop.

His eyes were darting to and fro from me, the door and back to me.

Not knowing what to do, he took my arm and shoved me towards himself.

I was holding to his shirt, after all, I landed on his shirt and let his cologne fill my nostrils before letting out a deep breath.

I wheezed a few more times. He took a few steps away from the door, holding my waist to keep me steady, his hold was the only thing restraining my weak knees from slipping to the floor.

Once again, he raised my head so I could look at him. This time he lifted a finger and stroked my left cheek a few times.

I shuddered and released a deep breath. My breathing was slightly stable since I could exhale and inhale, but I still felt like my lungs were blocked or something.

“Babe, are you alright?”

Without thinking, I shook my head in negation followed shortly with a light sob.

He pulled me back into his arms, running circles around my back while whispering comforting words in my ears.

I truly don’t deserve Kyle. He’s too good for me.

I heard the doorknob click, I couldn’t hold my head from turning and catching Eva walking out of the restroom, her eyes immediately darted to the position we were in. I felt Kyle’s gaze on her. His eyes were red. He was mad. Very mad.

“Did you do this?”

He demanded.

I grip his hand and shake my head, giving him an answer. Maybe I was scared for what she might say if I didn’t, or maybe I truly didn’t want or need any more drama tonight.

“Not her fault.”

I added and she walked away. That shocked the hell out of me. I released another breath following her steps until she disappeared completely. I didn’t expect that reaction. Not in the slightest.

Kyle moved my head back to meet his gaze.

“Kyle I am sorry.”

I found myself apologising and whimpering nearly breaking down into tears. I am sorry.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay.”

Without warning, he presses his lips against mine softly as we move together in unison, our tongues rolling off.

A few seconds later, he pulled away with a grin plastered on his face. That made me smile as well. Tonight was back to being awesome. For now.

Who knows what Eva has in mind?

“Let’s not do this anymore, the fights and everything.”

I nodded my head immediately and he pulled me in for a hug. My breathing calmed down and I felt better.

From the corner of my eyes, I noticed an incoming shadow, but it disappeared almost immediately. Then it seemed like someone was watching us.

This might sound crazy, but it seemed like Dylan saw us.

“I need to go now, Mrs. Emerton might be looking for me, I’ll call you when I get home.”

He nodded then pecked my lips softly.

I blushed slightly before turning around.

“I’ll see you.”

I whisper then walk out fully.

Returning to the event, they were in the middle of donations, maybe I was wrong since Dylan didn’t seem like someone who moved an inch from his position.

His head was lowered and his eyes were back into the game.

Just as I left him.

I breathed out and sat on my chair with a full smile. He didn’t make a move to acknowledge my presence or notice that I had returned.

“Dylan.”

I groan in frustration. He barely looks at me before going back to his phone. In annoyance, I reach over and grab it smiling like I won a prize.

“Give it back.”

His voice was hard and cold. Was I scared? No. We’re in public, he can’t Make a scene here.

“No, you’re acting like a jerk.”

I folded my arms again pouting my lips.

“Your rules, if you want to have fun go meet your boyfriend, nice reunion though.”

In shock, his phone slipped from my grip and landed on the table, he reached over and got it.

I was correct. He did come over to the restroom. He saw us. Wait, that means he was worried about me? Did he come to look for me?

Nah. This is Dylan Emerton.

“Grade -A- jerk.”

I cursed while glaring at him. I paid attention to what was going on at the party but it seemed so boring, no offence to the children who would benefit from it.

“Ugh.”

I groaned standing up to go take a walk or something. I wandered away in the night. The cold night if I may add. Maybe I should go back and get my bag then leave. This was a mistake and a complete was my time. Should have said no.

Wrapping my arm around myself to try and get warm, I stared at the sky until something else got my attention.

A warm jacket fell directly on my shoulders. I turned my head and Dylan stood behind me.

I blinked at our closeness.

“Wear it, you might get cold.”

He stated like it was nothing.

My head will hurt from trying to understand him.

“Oh yeah. I wouldn’t want your parents to blame you for getting me sick.”

I rolled my eyes and I heard him grunt behind me.

“I’m here because I want to, not because of my parents.”

He spoke up seconds later. Yup. Most definitely getting a headache.

“Are you done being a jerk?”

I couldn’t help but ask, I got a usual scoff.

I’m tired of this back and forth.

“Yeah.”

He mutters under his breath. I almost didn’t hear him. I covered my arms with the jacket and return to the sky presenting it with a question that’s making me go nuts.

“How can someone switch from being a jerk then becomes annoying followed by a show of care and suddenly turn sweet all under ten minutes?”

I blinked my lids from staring too intensely. It would seem even the sky didn’t know.

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