Chapter 7-I'm Fluent in Italian

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Chapter 6 Recap:

Camille is currently living with Amadeo Desiderito and his amazing bunch of sons. ;) They go to a trampoline place, Trampo, and have a blast. They go out to eat and then go back to the mansion to swim, however, Camille gets thrown in. Her secret is almost revealed until Amadeo takes a stand and patches her up. The boys feel guilty but Camille shruggs it off hoping it will never happen again. Alas, Camillio and Camille fall asleep together after promising to prank Lazzaro and Callestio.

Chapter 7-I'm Fluent in Italian

My internal alarm goes off at four am and I groan not being able to sleep. Ugh, Monday. I shudder in fear and shove my covers off stretching into a sprawled out position. The room is pitch dark and I groan again before walking in the dark, hoping I'm near the closet.

Why not go for a run? I feel around for the door handle but find an arm instead. I go into attack mode and flip the intruder over my shoulder and onto the floor. I straddle them and smack their face, hoping it burns, "Ahh! What the heck woman?" I slap the male again and squeeze a pressure point, "OH DON'T YOU WOMAN ME!" The intruder suddenly flips me over and escapes into hiding in the dark room.

I know better than to stand in the same place. Quietly I stalk back over to the bed, maybe I should wake Camillio up. Wait, I could rub it in his face that he slept through me beating up a guy. Speaking of guys, where the heck is everyone else? I mean come on! There are what, fifteen males in this house, at least?

Without warning, I am pinned down onto the bed, squishing my boobs. Dang, I might as well be flat chested but with my scars and slight boob-ige, lay off man.

And, like in the Conjuring, the man claps.

I scream and hope to wake Camo up, its to early to be fighting and right now I'm a damsel in distress and don't want to die. A hand covers my mouth and I don't dare to breath, knowing there is a possibility that the man holds a cloth to my nose. But I slowly open my eyes to find the lights on.

The man's chest vibrates as he chuckles, "Bambia."

I slump in defeat and break away from the pair of arms and crawl back into bed. The man shakes my shoulders, "Come on Camille, get up."

I open one eye and slowly rest on my back on my elbows, "Oh hell naw!"

"You think you can scare the living poop out of me and have me go all defensive in the morning and not even mention to say, oh by the way its CAMILLIO!" He looked down and stepped back.

I nodded my head and sat up straighter, "Oh yeah you back up, that's right. I used the full name sister!"

After he just stood there I clapped twice as the lights flashed off and snuggled into my pillow. At least he's here for me, I got your back bro! I wiped away my fake tear at the close friendship between my pillow and myself.

Camo lay down beside me, "Camille? What's wrong? I didn't mean to scare you! I'll make it up I promise." I just rolled my eyes and got out of bed, making sure to turn the lights on.

I closed the closet door and put on a pair of running shorts and a thin, long-sleeved jacket. I put on socks and laced up my shoes before walking to the bathroom to find Camillio also wearing athletic clothing.

I ignore him and silently brush my teeth, feeling his stare from the side. I quickly wash my face and brush my hair, throwing it into a pony tail.

Before I'm about to walk out the door, Camillio grabs my waist and pulls me into his chest. "Hey I'm sorry about earlier. Will you still go on a run with me?" I gave him a look, "Who ever said I was running, none the less with you?" I might have lied there.

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