Camilo Madrigal x Male reader "Stick with me" (discontinued)

November 22, 2022

[ my pov ]

I wake up with a panic attack, like I always do thing I've missed school, I try to find my phone but it's not in my room.

I go outside and ask my father if he knew where my phone was.

"Dad"
"What"
"Do you know where my phone is?"
"Over there"

He points at the shelf under the TV and I grab my phone. I try to turn it on to see what time it is, dead. It's dead. Awesome. I open my MacBook and plug my charger in and charge my phone. "7:36am"

'oh thank fucking god.'

I sleep some more and wake up later at 8:15 and my dad calls me for breakfast, I grab my plate and go to my room to eat while editing.

It's 9:54, almost time for class. (Note; the time of my ONLINE class is 10am, not on-site) I open my teams app on my laptop and join the call. I place it over to my desk and connect the keyboard to it.

I was on call with my gf and we make fun of let's call him "Kyle" in our class.

(Let's skip class part)

After my class ended I wasn't really paying attention but whatever, my group called me in for a meeting, during near the end my dad calls me out to grab my old 1x1 picture from the top cabinet.

I grab the photo of me and my old class and urged him to take a picture of me now (because I look more like a guy and the photo was from 2 years ago when I had long hair)

He needed it for my passport so the more recent the better. He agreed, I continued on with the meeting. I apologised for being gone and went ahead and excused myself so I could take a photo and send it to my dad.

He barged into my room and asked to take a photo of me, and like ALWAYS. He judge that my eye was in front of my hair. So he moved it out of the way, I looked like a fucking tomato so I just slicked my hair back, that way it wasn't in front of my eyes but I still looked decent. He took 2 pictures, I sent him the pic I took and I went back to my meeting.

He again barged into my room complaining my hair couldn't be in front of my eyes. (Even tho it barely was)

He continued to yell at me and as if on cue my meeting ended. No one could hear him yelling and degrading me once again.

"Hindi naman i-u-upload sa Facebook to punyeta mo napaka arte mo muka kang tanga!"

T r a n s l a t i o n :
"It's not going to be uploaded to Facebook, you're so dramatic, you look stupid!"

I wanted to cry on the spot. I looked over to my laptop and the meeting was gone.

He got out of my room once he took the picture while pulling my hair out of my face.

Later on I lock my door and slam myself onto my wall. I grab my phone off my desk and get in bed, playing music and crying.

I opened wattpad to write about my day.