Falling For The Player (BWWM)

Chapter Twelve

5 missed calls from Jamie.

3 missed calls from Camden.

20 messages from a group chat with Jamie, Winter, and Annika.

I end up calling back Jamie putting it on speaker while I change into sweatpants and a t-shirt. She picks up practically screaming at me. "Bitch!"

"Well hey to you to."

"You seem really calm right now..." Jamie responds slowly.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Maybe you should check our group chat. You might wanna scroll up." I open our group messages and instantly my eyes begin to water. It's a picture of Camden and Beverley kissing at a party since there were just random fairy lights on.

"...when did t-this uh happen?" I feel tears blinding my eyes.

"A party that was going on tonight. But there has to be something else going on, he's crazy for you and Beverley is just crazy in general. If you want I can beat her up?"

"I'll talk to you later." I respond quickly and hang up before she can say anything else. I lay back down face first onto my pillow. I cry until I can't anymore and end up back asleep.

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Monday

I haven't spoken to Camden since we had regionals on Thursday. I still had missed and unread calls from it. I didn't want to believe what happened with the picture, but I wanted to be somewhat hopeful.

Since my mom is back home from the book tour, Jamie moved out and now we're back to me going to her house to pick her up for school. Which is adding to my horrible Monday mood because I have to wake up an half hour earlier than I did when Jamie was here.

I roll out of bed wiping my eyes and walk to the bathroom. I look at my reflection in the mirror and sigh sadly. Saying I look like a mess would be the understatement of the year. I have bags under my eyes and my eyes are bloodshot read from all the crying from over the weekend. Best of all I see a pimple smack dap in the middle of my forehead.

I end up putting on makeup with concealer to cover up my bags. I look slightly better, I shrug, it's better than nothing. My curly hair is in a messy bun on the top of my head and I choose to wear my brown oversize sweater, black high waisted jeans, and a pair of my hunter green vans.

I grab my book bag and toss it in the backseat when I unlock the car. I decided to skip practice today, normally being in the pool would clear my mind, but I don't want to see him if it's not mandatory. I make it over to Jamie's house and text her letting know that I'm outside.

"Hey," She gives me a big smile when she gets in the passenger seat. She puts down a tervis cup in the cup holder between us.

"Hi." I say, driving to school once she puts on her seatbelt.

"I brought you hot chocolate since you don't fuck with coffee."

"Thanks babes." I park into my normal space, today the traffic was pretty light so we were early this morning. I grab the cup and grab my things, locking the car as we walk to the entrance. When we walk inside the building everyone, literally everyone, is staring at me with sadness in their eyes. Beverley's minions were smirking as if they accomplished something.

"What's going on?" She says looking at me while walking to our lockers.

"You're asking the wrong person." Once we enter the area with lockers, I finally notice why I got all the stares. There are flyers all over the hallway floor, walls, and lockers. You couldn't miss the giant one on mine. It was of the picture with Camden and Beverley making out. My eyes start to tear up, but I refuse to cry in public.

Jamie snaps me out of my thoughts with the sounds of taking the flyer off of my locker. I hear snickering behind me and turn to see Beverley and Sam watching Jamie and I. Jamie stares at someone in her direction and I follow her gaze seeing him, the person I was dreading on seeing.

He looked even more of a mess than I did, but still looked good. Camden was wearing an old gray USC hoodie, addias joggers, and a pair of beat up converse. He has dark circles under his eyes and he didn't bother fixing his hair. It looked like he had been running his hands through it all morning.

"Hey, can we talk?" He asked sadly, his voice cracking a bit.

I open my mouth to say something but close it when I hear Beverley calling his name waving at him. I close my locker and go to class not bother to give him the time of day.

A/N:

Hope you liked it! As always, I'm sorry about any missed typos.

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-Taylor