the secret history imagines

Camilla- Where You Meet

Camilla Macaulay

You met Camilla when you were in high school. Her and her brother had moved across the street from you into their grandparents home after their parents untimely death. Your mother had told you the day prior that you were all to go over and welcome the new neighbors. You're parents do this every time someone new comes by and it annoys you to some extent because they often talk very highly of you and make you the center of attention, which you hate. However, since you had heard the tragic story of these mysterious neighbors, you thought you'd put your best smile on and get through the evening. You went over at around 4 in the evening, with your nicest outfit on and carrying your mother's best lasagna. After your father knocked, the door was shortly opened by a teenage boy who introduced himself as Charles, he was about your age, 6'0, and had a kind of blonde hair you hadn't seen before. To call him beautiful would be an understatement. However, something about the way he spoke and introduced himself gave you an uneasy feeling. As you walked in, you went through the motion of shaking hands, smiling, and acting like you were listening. After about thirty minutes of aimless talking and getting everything set up for dinner, everyone finally went to sit down at the table. Charles sat to your left and the seat on your right remained untenanted. Well, that was until you heard light footsteps coming down from the stairs. Out of curiosity you turned your head. Your eyes were met with one of the most beautiful girls you had ever seen. She was almost a spitting image of her brother Charles. However, her face seemed to be less tense, and her body a little more slender and womanly. She wore a white evening dress that complimented her pale blonde hair elegantly. To your happiness, she took the vacant seat next to you and just before settling down, she shot you a sweet smile. The smile was subtle and warm hearted, but you could see through it. Her smile concealed a small hint of pain that she had buried far away. As the meal went on, Charles was eager to speak with you.
"Hey, you know i hear we're going to the same school, mind giving me a private tour, i tend to not be the best at directions." He would say in a semi flirtatious way. What was the strangest part to you was that he would say these things rather vocally and loud, he really didn't care who heard.
There were a few more small remarks thrown your way that you somehow managed to play off without either yelling at him, or giving your parents something to pester you with later. However, after one of the last ones, you felt a light tap on your right shoulder. You peered over and saw the beautiful girl in white, who through the dinner conversations, you learned was named Camilla. She urged you to lean in closer so she could carry a private conversation with you.
"don't worry about him, he's not actually trying to make a move on you, in fact he's probably just trying to irritate me" she said this statement with a lot subtly and warmth that it almost flew over your head."
"oh, we'll thanks, i was getting a little uncomfortable. wait, did you say, he was trying to make you irritated?"
"yes, because he's" She seamed to catch herself slipping up with something, clearly something she didn't like talking about. She got herself together and faced into me and said, "Charles and I have a strange relationship with one another."
As dinner went on and even after it came to an end and you were heading back home, you couldn't help thinking of Camilla. In every word she spoke, you felt that you could read so much deeper. There were so many secrets within her, you knew that you had to see her again. So from then on, you two spent every second together, so long as she wasn't with Charles.