The Transference

C2

"Camille, wait!" The order comes out authoritatively but I don't stop. We're back in The Vale and I don't take orders from anyone, not even Damian.

I climb down the stairs, rushing and running to nowhere in particular. Pushing some people on my way, bumping in another as I pass the common room. I don't stop running until I get to the lake, the only fucking thing I miss.

Bending over with my hands on my knees as I try to catch my breath. Why did I run anyway? No one was chasing me.

After catching my breath, I stand up straight, and walk closer to the edge of the small wooden deck and drop on my ass to sit. Taking off my boot, I put the pair beside me and dip my bare feet in the cold water. "What are you doing, Camille?" I whisper to myself.

One rule. I only have one rule when it comes to Nate coming to our room. Do not have sex on my bed. She has her own bed, why can't she just use it? Now, I'm angry at my friends. Fuck!

I sigh and look ahead.

I don't know how much time I spend, staring into space, keeping my mind blank, not thinking about anything. I've gotten quite good at medication especially the one where I clear my mind off thoughts, something I learned from Damian.

"Heard you were back?" I hear the sound of the familiar voice of Roman. Yeah, that Roman. The dead one. I'm not surprised to see him here because ever since my run in with that Grinch from Jessica's spell, I've been seeing him.

I don't know how that's possible or even if he's real and I don't want to find out. I confide in a ghost and I love chatting with the ghost. It's easier to talk to an entity that isn't real.

"Hello cowboy, was wondering when you'd show up," I joke as my feet dangle in the water.

The spirit chuckles before sitting beside me. For a ghost, he looks well except his cold skin and soulless eye almost like a vampire but I've never met one, so I'll pass on the idea.

"I was waiting on you to get here," he tells me. "How are you?"

"I'm fine."

"Nah, you're not." He caught me, you can't lie to a ghost, spirit, whatever the hell he is. "You're sad, you're hurt. Did Damian finally dump your ass when he realized how much of a bitch you are?"

I chuckle.

This is keeps me at ease because I know the Roman I know wouldn't call me a bitch. Although they're both mean.

"For a dead damned soul, you can be so judgemental. You're starting to become a real pain in my ass, you know that?" I don't take offense to what he said, we're always doing this dance.

"Touche. Nice come back," he says with chuckles, and sighs before speaking again. "Tell me, what's wrong?"

I stare at him, studying his body language but it's pointless because he's a ghost, he doesn't have feelings. "I don't know." I clear my throat and tuck the loose strand of my hair behind my ear. "Everything is wrong, and it also feels like everything is okay at the same time."

To be honest, I don't have an answer to his question. Damian rejecting me is the source of my sore mood and seeing Jessica fuelled my already burning rage. After what I'd gone through, I thought there's noway I would ever feel that kind of anger in life again but here I am.

"You're spiraling, tell me exactly what's wrong with–" He stops talking and looks behind us, I follow his gaze and frown when I see the person approaching, my second least favorite person at moment. "Guess we'll finish this conversation later, and don't think I'll forget."

"See you soon...bud." I give him a wink before he vanishes right before my eyes.

"Camille." Jessica stands where Roman was just sitting, looking thoroughly explored. I won't tell her that her dress is inside out and the way her wild curly hair are poorly tamed.

I shake my head and face the quiet lake. This view is better.

"Camille, I'm sorry. I swear today was the first and last time. It was the moment, I swear. I'm sorry," She says and it sounds sincere, then again everything that comes out of her mouth always matches her feelings.

I turn my head to her side and squint, using my hand to block the reflection of the sun. "Tell me something, Jessica. How was your vacation?"

"Really?" Like she can't believe I asked. "You want to know?" I nod. She smiles and sits down. "After Damian brought me back, it was still summer so I went looking to Nate. And I found him, he was very surprised when he saw me..." I tune her out.

Yeah, vacation is over and apparently everyone is still feeling perpetually jolly except me. I'm happy for Jessica and Nate. Their relationship wasn't a surprise but it happened really fast. It's seem like Jessica's got it all figured out, she has a stable relationship, friendship and doesn't need me. She's even decided what she wants to do for her future, she's going to Harvard to study Law.

The truth is I envy Jessica and I'm ashamed of it. She's my best friend even though I'm mad at her at moment. I should be happy for her but I'm not, and I can't continue to listen to this shit, not at this moment.

"We did a lot of things, like have sex on a water bed, in a pool, on a motorcycle–"

"Really?" I cannot believe after everything she would say this. To me.

She nods her head. "Yeah, it was really complicated but–" I cut her off but this time rudely.

"I need to get out of here, I'm happy for you, Jessica," I tell her as I get on my feet, dusting my jeans. "But I can't listen to this shit. Didn't you hear the sarcasm behind my question? You think I really want to know how much you enjoy having sex with your boyfriend? The same one you were fucking in our room, on my fucking bed!"

Jessica is quick to be on her feet. "And I apologized for it. Camille, I–"

"Don't give a fuck, I'm out of here. I had one rule." I almost shove my index finger in her face while making my one rule clear. "One fucking rule and you broke it. You crossed that fucking line." I turn my heels and starts walking away, stopping when I hear her voice again.

"What the hell is wrong with you? It wasn't as if I knew you were come back!" She says with growing anger.

Without turning around, I flip her the bird and continue walking away. It's better this way because if I should I reply her, it would be something I will regret and I've already lost everything else, I don't think I'm ready to lose her too.

I'm just angry. It'll pass.