Living With The Player

**CAMILLA**

Classes went great except for the fact that Kyle was being extra all through. I get the fact that he’s my boyfriend, I’m all his and all, but after the encounter with Dylan, a switch in his head tunned up a bit. For instance, he was being overprotective. I liked guys marking their territory, but not in excess. I’m not a caged dog.

He refused to let me out of his sight for even a second and he was driving me nuts, not to mention shooting death glares at guys, most of them who were my friends and simply wanted to say hi. It was becoming annoying, I tried to understand his fears, but I might snap any moment from now. I just can’t with him.

Thankfully, it was lunch break and I headed to the cafeteria, he trailed behind. I stopped abruptly, turning around to glare at him. Kyle doesn’t eat lunch ninety per cent of times with me. He’s busy with practice for his extra curricular activities. It gets choking sometimes with him, so lunch break is my time. He’s taking that away as well.

“You’re being unreasonable,” I said with a scoff. Yup, this is me snapping.

“What did I do?” He feigned ignorance and I glared harder.

“You’re watching over me like a hawk, you’ve refused to let me out of your site, you’re shooting death glares at my friends, not to mention brooding like some sick dude. It’s freaking annoying and you know it!”

I resisted the urge to poke his chest in front of all these people.

“In other words, I’m being a good boyfriend?”

He was playing cute. Terrific.

“No, you’re being a jealous freak.”

I emphasized the fifth word with a sigh. I’m trying hard not to hurt him.

“Babe, I’m yours.” I smoothened my last statement, reaching up to peck his lips since he was very much taller.

“Yours and no one else’s. The thing with Dylan was a mistake and it will never happen again. Please believe me and trust me.”

He sighed.

“Alright.” He yielded, crashing his lips on mine.

“Let’s go get something to eat.” I offered with a small smile. We’re here after all.

The Cafeteria of Kingston high was fairly large with enough space for people to seat freely, though they preferred seating in groups with most of their friends. Never quite understood that concept, probably because I’m not the social kind.

I sat with Kyle occasionally and we would eat our lunch together. I didn’t make any girlfriends because they all usually care about fashion and clothing which I have no business with, so Kyle was enough for me any day.

We ate in silence until something extremely weird occurred. A junior walked to our table passing me a note, I furrowed my brows in confusion, wiping my lips. Kyle was gazing intently, watching me as I opened the note to read. Please don’t be what I think it is.

“Come eat lunch with me. You know who.”

I do know who. Fucking Dylan. What’s his deal? Ignore me for years, order me not to act differently now that we’re together, then gives me a huge surge of attention shortly afterwards. Bipolar much?ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

I squeezed the note in my fists, the nerve of him. He hasn’t said a word to me in years and suddenly a freak accident makes us housemates and he decides to annoy me. Kyle noticed my mood changed, his eyes darted to my hand where the note stayed, I placed it in my bag, focusing on my food.

“Are you okay?” Kyle asks tenderly.

“Fine,” I responded coldly. I suddenly lost my appetite, grabbed my things and got out of the cafeteria.

I knew he shouldn’t affect me but he still does and it scares me. I knew I hurt Kyle but I just couldn’t face him, the guilt was eating me up badly. I avoided everyone throughout the rest of the day and when it was time for closing, I got the books I needed, slammed my locker and got ready to leave. My phone beeped and Dylan texted, I hadn’t even given him my number and I didn’t even want to fathom how he got it.

“Meet me at the same spot, I’ll drop you off.” it read and I scoffed. I ignored his text figuring that I’ll rather walk than let him toy me around. I was about to leave when I sighted Kyle at the end of the hallway, his cheeks were flushed and his eyes held sadness. It took everything in me to ignore him and walk away. I needed time alone to myself else I’ll hurt him even more.

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My feet were soiled from walking. I shut the door behind me slumping as I got into the house, I jumped in fright as Dylan sat on the couch waiting for me.

“I waited for you.” He gritted his teeth annoyed.

“I don’t need you to drop me off anymore, I can walk,” I replied, clearly not phased.

“I invited you for lunch, you stood me up and now you don’t want me to drop me off. I don’t know what crazy game you’re playing but don’t test me.” He warned and I scoffed.

Don’t test me? What am I? Five? I’m not a kid, you’re not my father. You’re no one, Dylan. We don’t have anything going on nor do we know each other. We’re sadly forced to live under the same roof, the connection ends there.

His eyes narrowed down at me. Why can’t I keep my mouth shut?

“Why do I feel like there’s more to you and me than you’re letting on?”

He asks causing my breathing to hitch. I talk a lot, now he’s going to probe. He can’t know. He mustn’t.

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