For the past year, 18 year old Camille has been getting away with four hours of sleep, a nine hour school day and an eight hour work day overnight. That is until her three teachers and a mystery guy walk into her diner one night.
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I can't sleep.
It's 3am and I've been lying in bed since 11pm, staring at the ceiling.
I can't believe I kissed my teacher.
How will I face him now?
I've broken the barrier and there's no use trying to put back together the broken glass.
My mind races whilst the ceiling stays still.
Mellissa stirs in her sleep and I break my stare to glance at her, seeing her roll over in her bed. I wish I could sleep as peacefully as her right now.
I turn onto my side and grab my phone, unlocking it and staring at the messages app.
Fuck it.
I begin typing a message to Josh.
Me: I keep thinking yesterday was a mistake. You're my teacher.
Reading over it multiple times, I finally hit send, letting out a deep breath that I didn't notice I was holding in. I scrunch my eyes closed as my heart beats quickly against my ribcage.
I jump as my phone buzzes, not expecting him to be awake.
Josh: Why are you awake, sweetheart?
I roll my eyes when I realise he has avoided what I said.
Me: I can't sleep. Too stressed about the fact that we broke a law.
Josh: Come to my room. We can talk in person.
My heart rate increases, which I didn't think was possible, and I start shaking with anxiety.
I shouldn't do this.
Going against my better judgement, I throw the covers off me and put on some grey sweatpants over my pink pyjama shorts. I add a bra under my black crop top so that my nipples won't show through the thin fabric.
Here we go.
Creeping out of the room so that I won't wake Mellissa, I quietly shut the door and walk down to Josh's room. I lift my shaky hand up and knock quietly, waiting a few moments before the door opens.
Luka stands in front of me, wearing grey sweatpants and no shirt. I gasp when I see his torso and arms covered in tattoos, contradicting his innocent blue eyes, glasses and blonde hair. He looks tired as he holds the door open for me. I hesitate.
"I-I thought this was Josh's room," I stutter quietly.
"It is, darling," he nods and holds out his hand. I take it, my hand shaking, and he pulls me inside, closing the door behind us.
The room is slightly bigger than mine but is decorated the same with a white king size bed and a large window to the side.
Josh sits in the white fabric armchair in the corner of the room, looking equally as tired as Luka. He also is wearing his glasses and black sweatpants. I gasp again when I see he is also not wearing a shirt, and is also covered in tattoos, though slightly less than Luka.
