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Pulling a shirt over my head, I pause to ruffle my hair into a messy look and then put on my jeans and Chucks. I guess that’s one of the most unconventional things about me: how I dress. I’m either formal with slacks or khaki pants, depending on what I’m supposed to be doing, or just jeans and a T-shirt. Sometimes I wear boots, other times I don’t. I put on deodorant, grab my backpack, and head out to my car.
It’s gloomy outside, probably going to rain, so I park closest to the studio entrance. I drove here with one purpose only: to make this girl mine. If I’m going to accomplish my goal, I have to hurry up with it. I could take her back to the beach, but I think she’d probably want to get to school as soon as possible, so I will be taking her and picking her up today. Even if I have to drag her by her hair. She won’t refuse this. For some twisted reason though, Iwanther to want this, me.
I lean against my car, ankles crossed like I’m relaxed when I’m anything but, and wait for Camilla to come out. She does so not even two minutes later, wearing a pair of sweatpants and a crop top since today is a warm day again. It’s about eighty-five degrees Fahrenheit, and it’s only six in the morning. She hoists a gym bag over her shoulder that I imagine has everything she needs for dance, and makes eye contact with me.
Annabella walks right next to her, frowning when Camilla stops in her tracks and follows her line of sight, which leads back to me. She then smiles, pats Milla on the arm, and walks away to get in the car right next to mine, pulling out of the parking lot with not a care in the world or a glance back. What a terrible friend. I could be the devil. In fact, sometimes I think I am after everything I’ve done in the last seven months.
Milla walks toward me and stops right in front of my shoes, frowning when I lift an eyebrow. “What are you doing here?” She asks harshly, causing my lips to twitch. “Come to stalk me some more?”
Oh, she’s mad. I wonder why? Because I disappeared? “Did you miss me,solnyshko?” I ask her softly, “Did youwantme to keep stalking you?”
“Absolutely not,” she huffs.
But I don’t want that answer. I want her to tell me she did, that I’m the only one she misses. That she couldn’t wait until I came back to her.
“Liar.” I grab her by the shoulders and spin her around, slamming her body onto the side of my car. I pin her against it with my hips. “I think,” I brush some hair away from her cheek, “you wanted me to stick around and were disappointed when I didn’t.”
My nose rubs against her cheek, running from her jaw all the way to her temple, which I kiss. She relaxes against me slightly. “I did not,” she replies weakly.
“Ilya told me you asked for me.”
Camilla recoils as if she’s been slapped, though I grab her waist and push even closer against her. “I was drunk.” Her chin tilts up, eyes narrowing and sparkling, and her lips pursed.
She truly wants me to believe she didn’t miss me, that she doesn’t care about me or if I’m gone, but I know better. I saw the way she kept looking around for me, as if I’d just materialize and keep her company everywhere she went.
“I know, princess.” I kiss her cheek and her eyes water. “I thought you didn’t want me around.” I didn’t really think that after how I basically fucked her mouth with my tongue the last time I saw her, yet I did want to know if she’d miss me. Besides, I’ve actually been busy. “I missedyou, even if you didn’t miss me.”
Camilla gazes into my eyes, her brows furrowed. It’s as if she doesn’t believe me. I see the momentary second of doubt, of disbelief in her eyes. Like her gorgeous green orbs are calling me a liar.
“Then why did you leave?”
I close off at that, not having rehearsed that part. I can’t tell her the truth, she’d hate me forever. She’d hate me, and she would have a reason to. Unlike what she thinks, I’ve never actually hatedher.
“Family emergency.” Not entirely untrue. The Elite giving me a direct order could be considered an emergency. “I’m sorry.”
Her face softens. “Is everything okay?”
“It is now.” I sigh, and sadly I mean it. It’s like I can breathe again. She’s undoubtedly not good for my health. I’d rather be suffocating than feeling this way. “I’ll take you to school?”
“Sure.” Camila gives me a tight-lipped smile and waits for me to open her door, ever the lady. She just knows how I feel about it.
Camilla stares straight ahead the entire time we’re in the car, completely ignoring me. I don’t like it one bit. In fact, it makes me want to fill the silence with meaningless bullshit, which is worse. Not that our talks have ever been meaningless. I quite miss our twenty-one questions game.
“Are you going to talk to me at all?” I ask her, and she finally stares at me with a serious expression.
“Uh,” She clears her throat. “What do you want to talk about?”
“Never mind.”
“Wait,” Milla adds, “I was serious.”
“What did you do while I was gone?”
“Same thing I always do.” I actually know this to be true, my good girl. “Study and dance. Dance and study.”
I nod slowly, trying not to give myself away that I’ve been watching her. “Sounds awfully boring.”
“Oh?” Camilla chuckles. “What’s fun to you?”
