Camila pov
I woke up with the bitter taste of yesterday's accusatory messages still in my mouth. I didn't exactly want to get up—my most hated class was first thing this morning at 9:30 a.m.
I dragged myself out of bed and took a shower. Glancing at my messy dark hair and tangled curls in the mirror, I could already feel the stress of the day creeping in. I grabbed my spray bottle and gel and pulled my curls into a bun—it took a little too long.
As I stepped out of the bathroom, the reality of my messy room and unironed clothes caught my attention. I was going to be late. Not that it was anything new. I was an A– to B student, with the occasional D in math—but who cared?
My mom. She cared.
Ignoring my dilemma, I walked to my wardrobe, grabbed some undergarments, threw them on, ironed my uniform, and ran down the stairs to grab some tea and escape the house before my laziness dragged me back into bed.
Eventually, I made it out and into a taxi. It took about 15 minutes to get to school, and then I high-tailed it to class before the dean noticed I was missing my tie.
Class passed in a blur. Before I knew it, it was lunchtime.
I rushed out, grabbed a box juice and fries, and looked for my friends. The guys were sitting around the lunch pavilion when I got there. The girls were talking about K-dramas and anime; the guys were playing Mortal Kombat.
I just sat with them and pretended I wasn't still bothered by some of their responses the day before. No one mentioned anything—and, as usual, Deron was with lana on the steps.
To be honest, it didn't bother me at all. And that's how I knew the relationship was over.
It was annoying to even look at him, because there was always something. He either wanted to argue or touch my breasts in public—or worse, my private area. He had no respect.
I kept telling him it made me uncomfortable, especially in public. But he always said it was because I was a virgin—that I was just shy.
He made sexual jokes that made me uneasy, and talked openly about my reactions to anyone who would listen.
My friends, Antwan and Julia, told him to stop. He told Antwan to shut up, saying the only reason he had a problem with it was because he "wanted to fuck me." He told Julia she was ugly.
Now, Julia was by no means ugly. She's beautiful—4'11", with light skin, thick curves I'd kill for, and a smile that could last for days.
He said she wanted him and was just jealous.
Julia has had a crush on Antwan forever, so that definitely wasn't the case.
I kept quiet. I didn't want to cause a problem.
A faint voice pulled me back from my thoughts. It was Lana—a short, fair-skinned friend of mine who was rather close to Deron. She was about 5'2", and a beauty if I ever saw one. She told me Deron wanted to see me behind the auditorium.
I told her okay and left.
As I walked there, I wondered what he wanted now. Since last night was my trial, would today be my execution?
I walked around the corner and saw him leaning on a table.
He wasn't ugly—not by any means. He was 6'1", with dark skin and curly hair that he kept short.
He hugged me and trapped me in his arms.
I wasn't opposed to his touch—just his behavior.
I remember when just the sight of him would send my heart into a marathon. But now, it was still and steady. Maybe it was age. Or maybe I just didn't care anymore.
He tried to kiss me. I tilted my head to avoid him and reminded him we were at school.
He said, "No one would see," like that made it okay.
He lifted me onto the table and tried to slide his hand up my skirt.
My heart leapt to my throat. I was frozen in shock and embarrassment. Then he tried to slip his hand into my underwear.
I almost screamed, "Stop."
I was nauseous. He wouldn't listen.
I pushed him away.
He snapped at me, asking why I was such a boring person.
Tears I didn't even know had escaped my eyes began to crawl down my face. He looked taken aback and apologized.
I just slid off the table and left the room.
I was so embarrassed and hurt—words couldn't describe the feeling.
I ended up going to the nurse and telling her I wasn't feeling well. She sent me home.my mother took me home luckily she didn't ask much i just told her I was nauseous and that my period started earlier and I wanted tp go home she kissed my forehead and took me home