Living With The Player

**CAMILLA RENÉE**

MONDAY EVENING.

Flipping him the bird away from my parent’s watchful eyes of course, I threw in a low snort, all to throw him off topic and get the heat off my skin, it’s burning might I add.

Mondays are never a good day for me, it’s literally the worst day of the week for everyone in the world.

I just hate them. Bad things are bound to happen.

“Meanwhile, it’s evening and I’m certain it was a fun day in school. Both of you better stop glaring and looking as though you will slit the other’s throat. In my opinion, the best thing is to start getting along. You’re going to spend alot more time together. Fourteen days.”

His Mother emphasized.

I groaned in agony. Do not remind me. Come to think of it, I didn’t have places to go anyway, but Dylan could have, now he is grounded, confided to this house and making my life a living hell on earth.

Terrific.

The grown-ups went upstairs, my dad glaring as per the growing and bubbling distaste for Dylan, Mother still had the smug grin from last week, she’s much more quiet these days.

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“Well, at least I can take a walk today before the punishment starts tomorrow.”

I mumbled inaudibly.

“Oh, the punishment begins right now.”

I heard mom’s voice boom from the top of the stairs, as though she read my fricking mind.

Not so quiet anymore.

I grunted, tossing my bag in the corner.

I’ll just pick it up later, but I’m venting now.

I turned and Dylan was grinning like a cat. He’s enjoying this?

“I’m going to my room.”

I said.

“Wait, you sound like you’re angry at me? Are you angry at me Camilla?”

I curled my left hand over the rail, held it for a few seconds then let go and spinned around. Unbelievable.

Is that even a question to ask?

“I sound like I’m mad at you really? Is that even a question? Are you dumb or trying to get on my nerves?”

He bit his bottom lips. Great. The latter.

“I’m sorry, I’m not trying to laugh because of what you’re saying, it’s just the face you make whenever you’re mad. It’s priceless.”

He chuckled lightly, motioning over my face which only expanded my frown. I’m not finding this funny.

“I was home free when you told my parents about the party and ended up getting yourself grounded too.”

I added and he sighed. Why is he so carefree about this? It’s getting on my nerves.

“You’re mad because I got us both grounded? I’m sorry if it’s new to you but I didn’t give it much thought since I’ve had the experience, I shouldn’t have turned a blind eye to your feelings like that, I’m truly sorry. To make it up to you, for all fourteen days I assure you, it won’t feel like a grounding. You won’t feel stuck. Look around you, this house is huge.”

I crossed my arms, gazing at him suspiciously.

“The theatre isn’t the only fun place here, it’s just one amongst a lot and if you allow me, I’ll show you what other places can be fun.”

Now he has me. I’m peaked with interest.

“I am listening.”

I shook my head, keeping a slightly neutral face on.

“We have a game house, there’s this little room for musical instruments, then there is an outdoor pool…”

He trailed off. My eyes widened in shock.

“You guys have a pool!”

I exclaimed in excitement.

“Yeah, we do.”

He replied confidently.

“Hmm, okay. I’ll go get my swimming..”

I trailed off realising I didn’t own any swimming attire any longer. They all got burnt. Right.

“You don’t have any swimming trunks right?” He chuckled a little.

“It’s okay, I’ll get you one.”

“Never mind, I really don’t want to wear one that might’ve belonged to….”

I trailed off hoping he understood what I meant. I meant didn’t belong to the girls he screw.

Eww. I wonder why he would even make them wear those. What sort of sick fantasy is that

“Seriously Camilla?”

His retaliation broke me out of my thoughts thankfully, it’s only the tone in his words that has me worried.

He sounds hurt.

Wait a minute. Did I get it wrong?

What was I supposed to assume? How could he randomly have those if they didn’t belong to one of “his girls?”

“If you must know, my mom buys them all the time, they do not belong to the girls I’ve fucked. There should be one in her closet or something. I’ll be right back.”

He added quickly and walked away.

“Dylan….”

I called out but he was already gone.

Really? He gets mad over one wrong assumption? His reputation preceeds him. You cannot exactly blame me for thinking that way. Fucking hell.

“Stupid.”

I face palmed myself waiting for him to get back. Maybe I did go over board. Why did I even say that out loud to begin with?

Now that I relive my words I actually sound stupid. Accusing him of keeping their swimming trunks in his bedroom. As a prize possession or what? So stupid Camilla.

Highly dumb.

****

“Here you go.”

I heard his voice as he emerged from the stairs.

He wasn’t lying, the trunk was obviously new. The label was still on it so it hadn’t even been touched yet, I felt really bad.

“Dylan, wait….” I reached out to hold his hand.

“I am sorry I judged you like that, it just slipped out. I most definately didn’t mean it.” I

I apologized truthfully, he still bowed his head a little.

“Dylan, I’m really sorry.”

I pleaded, he refused to budge. He carefully removed my hand my his and walked away. I trailed behind him since I had no idea where the pool was.

****

We went around the back of the house until he stopped and I gasped in admiration.

This house was truly spectacular.

The pool was a little big, had a mini stair and all so you could get in. It even had this side bar for mixing drinks

Very classy.

Dylan didn’t wait any longer, he took of his shirt exposing his tanned skin, I couldn’t get a look at his abs since he backed me. Still angry I presume.

“Dylan, I said am sorry. You say silly things all the time!”

I practically begged but he didn’t respond.

“Seriously, silent treatment? This is how you’re planning on going on now? How mature? Dylan! Very mature!”

Even after raising my voice at him. I got nothing.

He unbuckled his pants and pulled them down.

I swallowed the lump. Now I’m wishing I get a front peak.

Clear head Camilla. Don’t think of things. Don’t.

He dove into the water expertly and started swimming forward, till the end of the pool which was surprisely wide, then he’ll go under the water for a few seconds before coming up for air.

I stood there clutching the trunk for two reasons. The first being Dylan’s sudden anger at me while the other is that I didn’t know how to swim, so I did need his help, but I hated the fact that he wasn’t talking to me. For no just reason.

I made a mistake. I’ve apologised so what’s his deal?

“Dylan!”

I called for the nth time, he wouldn’t respond.

I sighed feeling defeated and went around the corner to change.

The trunk was a bit small, his Mother just misses the size and never bothers to return I’m guessing, rich people lifestyle.

Oh well, it will have to do. Not much a chooser.

I kept my clothes safely folded over the rock I found then got out.

I paused, looking around frantically.

Dylan wasn’t in the water anymore. I waited a few seconds for him to come up for air if he went down, nothing. Oh no.

“Dylan!”

I called out alarmed.

“Dylan!”

I raised my voice, marching towards the pool, but I still couldn’t find him. I quickened my footsteps, looking in all directions wondering where he might have wandered off too. If he’s not in the pool then where the hell did he go to?

“D…”

Marching on, I kept looking backwards just in case and that’s when I slipped on the wet surface, cutting my search short.

One foot went high in the air, the other lost its balance on the ground and my body was lifted up about to crash heavily on the ground.

I waited for the pain that would come when I hit the hard ground but nothing.

No flinching. Nothing.

I blinked my eyes opened and there he was. Knees bent, arms wrapped around my waist, securing me tightly.

“Where did you come from?”

I blurted in all honesty. I’m curious. One minute he’s no where around, the next he appears and literally sweeps me off my feet.

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*Author’s Note:*

*We have a special guest in the next chapter. It’s going to be fun!*