He's My Kryptonite

10. Temptation

• Camille

"Oh Chris," boom.

"Fuck." He grunt.

"Harder," bam.

I rolled my eyes pulling my headphones out my ears. They obviously wasn't blocking out the noises of Candice moans, Chris grunts, and their headboard. The shit was disgusting. It's been like this all night, every since Chris got back from his away game. And it is pissing me off honestly. I sighed when their sounds finally stopped. Thank god. I stood up and walked into the bathroom.

Tonight was the night of me and Drew's date. I was dreading this night but I will do anything to get away from here. It would be only a matter of time before they start up again. Jealously flooded through me. He should be over her with me, throwing my back out. Not hers. Ignoring the feeling, I began trying on dresses for tonight.

"Camille-where you going?" Chris examine me as I tried on my red skater dress. I rolled my eyes.

"I have an date tonight."

"With who? Andrew?" He smirked leaning against the door frame.

"Nah, Casper. The fuck, who else?" I snarled. I'm still somewhat pissed about him fucking Candice.

He smacked his lips. "Stop talking out your ass with that stank attitude." He growled. "Anyways, I asked because Candice wanted to know if you wanted to go to the club with us."

"What club?" I questioned looking at him through the mirror in my closet. I began to slip off the dress, watching him bite his lip and tilt his head to the side.

"Club Royal. My nigga August hit me up and said everybody supposed to be there tonight." He spoke huskily. I froze.

"August as in August Alsina?"

"Nah, August as in August September. What other August is there?" He retorted, I rolled my eyes but couldn't help but giggle.

Go on a date with boring old Drew? Or go to the club with a bunch of fine celebrities? The club. "I'll go." I mumbled.

He chuckled. "Really? Your just going to ditch yo date like that?"

"Don't worry about me. I'll handle that." I added looking through my closet for an dress to wear to the club.

He walked out shaking his head. I sighed and walked out to my bed and grabbed my phone. I dialed Drew's number and cleared my throat. I knew exactly what I was going to do. He picked up on the third ring.

"Hello?"

"Andrew." I mumbled with a raspy voice.

"Hey boo. What's wrong?"

"Drew, I'm sorry. But I can't make it tonight. I think I caught the flu or something." I mumbled, coughing a little.

"Are you serious?" Disappointment laced in his voice.

"Yes. Baby I'm sorry."

"Well maybe I can come over there to take care of you."

"N-no, no. Candice and Chris are taking care of me already. Besides, I don't want you to catch anything."

"Camille, I'm not going to catch anything. Just let me take care of you." He pleaded. I rolled my eyes.

"Yes you will, Drew. Maybe we can do this another day." He sighed.

"Okay. I guess I'll call and cancel. I hope you feel better." He assured.

"Thanks. And again, I'm sorry."