He's My Kryptonite

9. Truth Revealed

• Camille

I shot up out of bed hearing my phone ding. A struck of pain shot through my hips and legs. Shit. I shouldn't have done that. I reached over and grabbed my phone to see I had 3 miss calls and 5 texts from Drew, 2 miss calls and 1 text from Lyric. It was also 8:30 and class started at 9 today.

"Oh shit." I limped to the bathroom cursing my self out with each step.

Me and Chris fucked all night long. Up until 6 when we finally stopped. I'm starting to regret it now because I can't go to class walking like this. I didn't have the strength, nor could I bare the pain of taking a shower. Me and Chris took an shower last night or this morning I should say, but I was still sort of sweaty from the events that took place. So I settled for a quick bath from the sink.

I quickly washed over my important yet sore body parts and rinsed off. Even though I made some what of a mess, I couldn't care less. After I brush my teeth and washed my face, I limped quickly to the closet. A little too quickly. I wanted to cry because the pain was so unbearable. How could all that pleasure cause this much pain afterwards. I quickly threw on some grey yoga pants, black undershirt, and a grey hoodie that's says 'Crown' in red to match. I slipped on my red Toms, and pulling my wild curly hair that screamed 'I just had sex' into a messy bun.

I grabbed my purse that had my tablets and pens with extra stuff I might need in it and ran out my room. More like speed walked. Once I got to the stairs I cursed myself for having three flights of stairs to go down. I took each step one by one, slowly, yelping in agony. Once I got to the last few steps, Chris was downstairs walking out the kitchen. In nothing but boxers, he was eating out of a bag of Cheetos puffs. I guess he heard my slight moans of pain because he looked up with his eyebrows mushed together.

He examined me closely. Once he notice my walking he smirk, a deep chuckle escaped from his lips. I hate his cocky ass.

"You alright?" He grinned, I rolled my eyes.

"I'm going to be late to class, can you take me?" I asked, ignoring his question.

"Sure." He smirked before pushing past me and jogging up the stairs.

"What are you doing?!"

"I have to put some clothes on, girl. Calm down." He yelled from upstairs.

"Ugh." I groaned pulling out my phone. 8:56. There's no way I'll be there by 9.

He came back down in a black hoodie and basketball shorts. He grabbed his keys and we went out the door. I had to ignore the pain if I planned on making it to class on time. Which I knew I wasn't. But if I can manage to get there just before 9:10, Mr. Hawks wouldn't even notice since it takes him about five minutes to walk in the class. We hopped into his black Lambo and he started the car before speeding down the road. As he drove down the streets I decided to check my messages.

Baby Drew💖: So about our date?

Baby Drew💖: Can you pick up the phone Cami?

Baby Drew💖: Wyd?

Baby Drew💖: Can I just come over instead?

Baby Drew💖: Call me when you can.

Lyric👯😋: Bitch you moved?

I laughed to myself at Lyric text. I forgot to tell her since she has an key to my condo. Chris looked over at me for a minute but face back to the road when the light turn green. I texted Lyric back first.