Chapter 36 Camilla’s Past
**CAMILLA**
**FRIDAY NIGHT**
The dare was a kiss, right?
I had it all planned out, in my head before I approached him and as I thought, I’ll walk over there and just kiss him.
The plan was a short kiss.
You know the kind where you head over there and kind of peck his lips then withdraw, that’s how it played out in my head.
The keyword is “in my head.”
This is what happened in reality.
Retrace back to him gasping lightly in surprise, shortly afterwards, I did what I planned. I placed my lips over him, as I was about to pull away, he did what he planned.
Still, in that position, Dylan raised his head slightly, since he was taller, I gasped and lifted mine as well. That little opening of my mouth was the start of my doom, he merely used it to gain entrance.
His tongue dived into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat causing me to gasp all over again.
As I did, memories flooded my brain.
If it had gone out as peck, this shouldn’t have happened.
Now, I couldn’t stop and for some reason, I think he felt something similar.
Déjà vu.
I just know it. The grunts were a big enough sign, so familiar. Like a want so raw you can hear it echoing in your head and what’s even better, it’s mutual because you have the same craving, the thirst and you can’t be satisfied because you’ll drink and drink and drink. After you pull out to get a little air, you’re drawn back to drink so more. Even while you think you’re dead drunk, you’re inclined to take some more.
That’s how this was.
Impulsively, he lifted me above ground level, I think we’re both oblivious of the people around us.
It’s good. He’s good. He knows he is. That’s where the confidence starts from, the fact that he’s good.
I was on his laps, legs wrapped around his torso and this was getting out of hand. We’ve both lost control.
I pressed my lips together, an attempt to keep his out.
He pressed his hands tightly around my waist, that decision might come under another thought.
My entire body was firing, my legs are pulsing with desires and I don’t care about the noises around us, I never want this to end. Ever.
His tongue was out again, I thought he was willing to pull away, but instead, they merely found the side of his neck, giving that spot a lick.
Oh shit.
I bit my lower lip, his tongue was surprisingly moving lower and giving hidden parts a lick.
I tried my best not to moan but it was almost too hard. Almost.
I didn’t know what it was, but something snapped me right back to reality.
The reality is that I’m on his laps surrounded by over ten students and making out like we are lovers.
Yeah, that reality.
I shoved him off me, plopping my weight off his laps.
Biting down on my lips, I turned my head as though something stung yet from the corner, I could tell his eyes were on me like I was some prized possession. That’s all I was. An object. The girl who just kissed him. After all, that’s all he wanted? A kiss from me.
I’m stupid. Fuck I am stupid.
“I’m sorry, I need to go. I should go.”
I have no clue why I said that, but I did.
I leapt from the spot, making a run for the door.
Miranda caught my gaze, her eyes were pleading, silently apologising for not being able to rush after me.
I understand. This is my problem and I should solve it.
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I lowered my head, bumping through sweaty males and horny teenagers until I reached a quiet corner.
It was right around the bar, but most of them were drinking and getting high, this was somewhat private.
I bent the knee and lowered my head.
What started as sniffles turned into small sobs. I was dared to, I did it, it became too familiar, I let it overwhelm me and now I’m back to that night all over again.
I wrapped my hand around my neck, sobs raking through most of my parts.
“Hello again, Camilla.”
His breath fanned my face.
Alcohol reeked off him. I slinked backwards, taking as many steps as I could until I couldn’t feel his breath any longer.
I snapped my head off, running my eyes through him, realization hitting me like a train.
“W-What are you doing here? Why are you here!”
I muttered then yelled.
I couldn’t forget it, I didn’t. I just didn’t imagine I’ll see him here. Not tonight.
“Miss me?”
He implored with an unforgettable chuckle. The evil one. I swallowed hard.
“Come on Camilla, it’s been two years. Of course, you miss me. I’m unforgettable like that.”
He stated. I exhaled trying to calm myself but it was so hard. After the occurrence in that room, I’ve had enough blast in the past for one night.
“I saw you making out with Dylan, does he remember me too?”
He lowered both brows, taunting me and pushing me to the edge.
He knows it. I faced the other side. The dance floor, ignoring his dirty gaze.
I stood transfixed still unable to move. Seeing my reaction, he continued.
“You know Camilla, two years ago it was a party just like this. Come on, it has to bring some Deja Vu. The three of us, you, me and then of course Dylan Emerton. I can see the look in your eyes, I know you remember.”
My breath hitched. I struggled hard to exhale.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.
“Doesn’t make it better with that shirt does it.”
I couldn’t help it, I turned back immediately, once again faced with the devil himself. If he wasn’t, he’s giving that man quite a race.
“What do you want?”
I was thankful my voice came and firm, the cold night, the kiss leaving me shaken, I still sound bold enough, I’m shaking down to my core, but I sound confident enough for this bastard.
“What I want is simple, it’s what I always wanted….”
He trailed off like he was expecting me to know the answer or something.
“Camilla darling, are we still playing the ignorance game. Tch, you know what I want is you.”
He stated.
I rolled my eyes glaring harshly at him.
“You’re a sociopath, stay the hell away from me. Don’t try to come close to me.”
I threatened and turned once again determined to leave.
“What? I’m scared Dylan isn’t here to save you. We both know you’re defenceless just like last time.”
I exhaled sharply.
“I am curious about one thing, just one question; Did you guys hook up after what happened or doesn’t he remember? I recall he was drunk, the night wasn’t at all young, barely enough lightning, it was severally dark, so I bet that he forgot all about you. He does not remember a damn thing. He didn’t approach you in the hall or anything, that must have hurt. Does it hurt you, Camilla?”
He asked in a mocking tone.
I couldn’t retaliate because he was right. Dylan did forget about me. He knows it. Dylan was drunk. It was dark. He did something, but till this very day has no clue. I couldn’t make a fool of myself and tell him so I pretended nothing happened, I kept my distance than did my best to move on.
“I’m right aren’t I?”
He chuckled and my heart bled.
“I have to go. I don’t want to stay in your presence or hear another word of what you have to say. Bye.”
I took the first step, tears welled up and threatened to spill.
“Why didn’t you ever tell anyone what happened that night? I didn’t hear anything about what happened which means you kept it to yourself. I’m wondering why. Put a guy out of his misery, I’ve been curious for two years now.”
I couldn’t keep my tears at bay for much longer, I needed to get out of here fast. He’s pushing all the buttons there are to push. He knows what to say, how to say it, and now he’s breaking my resolve again.
“Or wait, that’s a wrong question. I have another that should give the right answer. This one I have a hint of the answer, all you have to do is confirm. Here I go; are you scared of me Camilla?”
I turned my entire back to his face.
A drop of tear rolled down my cheeks.
He took a step forward.
I shook my head numerous times.
It seems like the past does catch up to you after all. I stood rooted to the ground, both eyes trickling with tears.
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*Author’s Note*
*It’s getting hotter with her past, how well do you think you can piece it together?*