You don't even want me

32.

[Camille]

I stared down at my feet as they smoothly swooped over the street, taking steps at a moderate pace.

From the corner of my eye, I could see my hand holding another, the touch nice and warm and making the butterflies in my stomach go wild. I couldn't hold back a smile when I looked up at James next to me, who was staring straight ahead.

He was the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen, his hair was a bit messy, with curls sticking out in all directions and there was a soft expression present on his face; something twisted in my stomach in a good way when he looked to the side, his eyes meeting mine.

We continued our walk through the city and stopped at the bus stop, not having to wait very long before it arrived and we got on it.

James sat down next to the window and I made myself comfortable next to him, letting myself rest on his chest when he leaned his body against the window, a huge amount of pleasant feelings rushing through me.

I didn't know if I'd fallen asleep, but suddenly, we were at our bus stop and we got off the bus, walking over to our bikes, holding hands again.

We unlocked our bikes in silence and started riding to my house, the both of us parking our bikes in the garage and then walking to the back door.

I walked into the kitchen, James behind me, and we took off our shoes and jackets and I hung them on the hanger against the wall, before hearing the sound of somebody entering the room. I looked over my shoulder and saw my Dad walking in the kitchen, and I smiled at him.

"Oh, hi Dad" I greeted him, and James smiled at him as well. "Nice to meet you, Sir" he said while holding out his hand for my father to shake.

But my Dad didn't do anything, he just stood there, staring at James with a disapproving look on his face.

"I don't like him" he simply stated, his eyes shifting from James to me. I frowned, not knowing what was wrong and why my Dad was acting like that. He pursed his lips and looked back at James, shaking his head to confirm that he disliked the boy in front of him.

"Yeah, he's... He's responsible" he continued, James looking over his shoulder at me with a confused and hurt look; a look that broke my heart.

"It's his fault" my Dad then said, making both me and James snap our heads towards him, not understanding what he was talking about.

"It's all his fault!"

I woke up with a jolt, immediately sitting up straight in my bed, my body all sweaty and my face wet from the tears. My chest was going up and down very quickly, hurting a bit in the process and it was way too hot in the room for me.

I threw the blankets off me and I immediately felt the cold air hit my arms and legs as I was sleeping in a T-shirt and shorts, but it wasn't enough.

I whiped the back of my hand over my forehead, pushing my damp bangs to the side for a moment to feel that my skin was all sticky. I got out of my bed, still having difficulties to breathe and stumbled to my door in my dark room, almost bumping into my closet and falling on the ground in the process.

I put my hand against the wooden door and closed my eyes with a frown, trying to control my breathing while pushing all the thoughts about the dream away.

I was slowly getting to breathe normally again, and, luckily, it didn't take long before it was completely controlled again. I stared in front of me in the pitch darkness in front of me, still processing everything.