Reality.

Dinner not dinner

Camilla

The guy turned out to be stuck up, an observation of mine whispered in my ear as we turned into his drive. I looked up to see a tall white manor rising up against the moon, anger filling my senses. How big a difference he had, on and off camera.

"You know, with these looks," he traced a hand over his jawline. "No one can quite resist."

I stared ahead, fuming. His ego was actually as big as two Lukes.

"And you are about to be the next woman in line-"

I couldn't stand it anymore. I threw open the car door without a second's notice and jumped out, not even caring to wince as my heeled feet fell with a clatter to the floor.

"Wait-" I heard Luke say as he turned off the ignition of the already slowing car.

I took off the frightfully annoying shoes and walked away, with them slung around each pinkie.

"We have dinner waiting," he called.

I turned back, hair flying.

"I DON'T CARE," I hollered back and started trudging up the exquisitely mowed lawn, carefully stepping on the grass. I wanted to make my mark, I remarked smugly.

I heard him running towards me, polished shoes pounding against the cement drive. I took off like a gazelle, barefoot and angry, deciding not to turn back. I couldn't even stand going on a drive with him, let alone make him fall in love with me. I was quite aware of hidden cameras, but I didn't care. This would do the audience good.

"Aww c'mon," I heard him yelling. "Stop a mo and have dinner with me."

"And you'll take me to bed? I don't think so."

He had made several attempts of hinting to sleep with me when in the car, and I wouldn't let him so much as touched a strand of my hair. My virginity was sacred.

I kept running down the big patch of grass, and felt the pure exhilaration of running, as if I were back in the farm, the wind whistling against my cheek as I bolted on.

"Stop!" Luke yelled. "Don't play hard to get! You know, a lot of women-"

"I don't care what other women want and I don't even like you!" I screamed against the wind. I had reached the front gates and was pushing at them as I turned to see a triumphant Luke gaining on me.

The gates were locked. I gave I a good hard shake, but nothing happened. A small electrical panel was set on the wall beside them, number buttons on them.

"Password," I muttered angrily to myself. "I need a password." I certainly did not have one. But then I had to do what I had to.

Throwing my heels at Luke in final desperation, I grabbed hold of the brick wall. It was built to look old fashioned and stylish, with some bricks sticking out and some hollowed in. That was exactly what I wanted. Grabbing hold of two of the ones jutting out as a handhold, I started my ascent, feet already aching. Turning back, I saw, with queasiness brimming my vision, Luke pulling off the heels I chucked at him, which had proudly found their mark.

"That's really dangerous, come down!" Luke looked up, brown hair askew.

I ignored him and grabbed at another brick, hauling myself higher. I clasped my fingers on a handhold and released the weight of my feet to find hollowed bricks, when, with a great crack! the flimsy brick broke in half and I was sent tumbling to the ground, mouth open wide in a silent scream...

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I woke up with a terrible headache and heart stopping wrenches pulling at my body. The last thing I remembered was falling from a great height, and my brain didn't take that memory well. Nausea engulfed me as I raised a hand to feel my head. It was wrapped with layers and layers of bandages. That simple act made me dizzy. I squinted through the dark at my surroundings, pain twanging at my senses. I was on a fourposter bed, head pillowed on fluffy cushions, and a scent I had never smelt before drifted around from the sheets.

I was suddenly alert, looking around, head unmoving, at how the curtains swayed at the soft breeze and how the room was lavishly furnished. I felt a small jolt of panic, as the full force of being in an unfamiliar place crashed onto me. But I couldn't move. My legs were also bandaged and pain stabbed at me whenever I so much as turned my head. With nothing else I could do, I closed my eyes and hoped everything would come clear tomorrow.

I was running in a field of grass, free from responsibility and the prospect of money shortage. I had my eyes closed, feeling the soft wad of grass under my feet and how the sun hugged my face with its rays. Then suddenly, the sky turned a deep, ugly gray and rain started lashing at me from all directions.

"Camilla!" I heard a voice behind me. Somehow, I knew it had to be Luke.

"Camilla, you know you can't run from me forever right?" I heard him say tauntingly.

"I can if I want to!" I yelled back at him, feeling the rain seep through my hair and to my skull.

"How about the reality TV show?" I turned back in time to see Luke morph into Mr. Jansen, his hairline receding with the sharp cheekbones. "You want the money right?"

"Not if I have to lose my virginity to a stuck up old brat!" I felt frustration pounding at my head.

"Just stick to what you should be doing!" he yelled.

I turned unwillingly to see him morph into another person again. Lightning was flashing and my heart thumped with the thunder.

It was my late mother. My heart almost stopped as I studied her face, slowing my own pace down.

"Do what you want to do," she said, smiling as she walked calmly towards me, arms outstretched. "And don't let anyone stop you."

Lightning struck again and my vision turned black.

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