Doggy Style

And Here Is Where It All Started

Kamilla Walker woke up to the annoying sound of her alarm and she slapped her palm against her phone to stop it. She had that same ringtone for about 3 years straight now and it aggravated her every single time. She wouldn't dare change it though. She hated change. Even if it was small. She laid in bed for another minute or so thinking to herself if school was even worth it today. She'd much rather be at home sleeping. Kamilla hadn't been feeling herself lately, she only recently moved into her dorm in New York City, leaving all her friends and family behind in LA. She'd only been there for about a week and she felt so out of place. Even though she hated change, she wanted to attend St. George's University to become a veterinarian so she had to move. She always had a love for animals while growing up, and as she grew older, she wanted to help those little cuties in any way she could.

She ripped her thick black and white blanket off of her and let all the cool air hit against her body from the constant running ac in the building. She sat up and pushed her feet in her little pink bunny slippers that her friends Leana and Emma got for her after they heard about her complaints of her dorm room floors always being to cold to walk on. She grabbed her phone and saw a text from her boyfriend of 2 years, Maverick Johnson. There, on Kamillas little emerald colored phone, read "We need to talk. Give me a call when you can.". Followed by two missed calls. "Kamilla answer, I need to tell you something baby.". Kamilla knew she'd run late for her classes if she got hit with something new this morning, from typical Maverick. It was always something up with him. He'd text and call her like this for things like his car needing an oil change and him arguing with the body shop managers, or him getting into another little petty argument with his dad about he's not good enough. Or about how he got rejected from yet another college. She walked into her bathroom, phone in hand and she placed it carefully face down on the sink edge. She dashed cool water on her face to wake up, and quickly brushed her teeth. She was about to get in the shower when her phone started ringing again. It was now 8:20 a.m. and she had class at 9:00 sharp. She was the newbie and couldn't afford to be late so she hopped in the shower for about 10 minutes and pulled on some long black tights and a baggy white tee, followed by her pull over bag with her macbook and binder for school and favorite Low Top Nike shoes. She grabbed her keys and rushed out the door. She arrived in front of her classroom at 8:45 since it was very close and there she saw a blonde, tall thin boy running up to her. It was Maverick, and his face was red, eyes bloodshot, and hair uncombed. "I told you I needed to talk to you kamilla! God why don't-", Kamilla cuts him off before he can finish, "Mav, relax i was running late.". Maverick then snarkily responds with "You're 15 minutes on time, you can't even shoot me a text back.". Kamilla apologies and says that she was going to, when Maverick cut her off now and demands she hand over her phone to him. "Oh my god, just tell me what you needed to tell me.". Maverick grabs her bag and pulls it over her head rummaging through it looking for her phone. "Where is it Kamilla?" "I- I probably forgot it, what is it Mav?". Maverick looks at kamilla hitting his sweaty palms against his forehead, "Kamilla, I went to a party last night and I got really drunk." "Okay...what's new?" Kamilla said playfully. "milla, my ex Lara was there. Kamillas face changed from playful to serious in .5 seconds and she pushed Maverick out of the way and attempted to run into class, already knowing where Maverick was getting at. He cheated. Again. Didn't he? Maverick grabs her forearm, pulling her through the mildly crowded hallway. Kamilla tries breaking loose out of his hold but he was stronger. He led her down the stairs and out of the University. He reached into his pocket, pulling out his blacked out BMWw's car keys and unlocked his vehicle. He opened the door for Kamilla and she hesitated before sitting down in the passenger seat. Maverick hopped in the drivers seat and plopped her bag down for her on the dashboard. "You cheated again?" Kamilla said, not with sadness or shock, but with sheer disappointment. "No, Kamilla I was drunk i didn't know what was happening!" he responded throwing his hands against the steering wheel and looking anywhere but at Kamilla. "So what are you saying Maverick, Lara raped you?". "No Kamilla, oh my fucking god! I just went by her and we talked.". "So that's what was so urgent, or was your guilty conscience ruining your sleep?". "Kamilla!" Maverick yelled, "Will you please shut the fuck up?". I was upset and she was there for me, you, you weren't." Kamilla shook her head slowly, in disgust, "Maverick you didn't even tell me until the morning!". "No because look at how you act Kamilla!". Kamilla looks at Maverick with an expressionless face, and says "We're done.".