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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It's been a few weeks since I spoke to any of the guys.
And it's torture.
Ignoring them as they look at me in the hallway at school is painful.
Not replying to their daily texts asking how I am is so hard.
I've taken to keeping my head low in classes, so I don't accidentally make lingering eye contact with any of them.
Zoe seems to be having a field day with the blackmail, too. She sends me regular texts reminding me the information she has on me and the pictures she took.
I tried to reason with her but it's no use.
She's too determined.
And, it's got worse, too.
Instead of just keeping me away from them, she has me sitting with her at lunch and inviting her over to my house so she can harass my brothers.
Since they turned their attention away from her after dad came home, she's not taken the hint and will use any opportunity to be in their close vicinity.
I sigh as I look at myself in my bathroom mirror.
There are large bags under my eyes from the lack of sleep I get since I haven't spoken to them.
The guilt eats me alive at night.
I try to cover them up with concealer, along with the zits I have on my face due to breaking out from anxiety.
Being blackmailed sure is stressful.
I scrape my unwashed dark hair into a slicked back bun before throwing on some black flared leggings and a forest green sweatshirt that is about two sizes too big for me.
I put on my brown ugg boots and head out of the door, deciding to walk to school rather than ride with my brothers.
The walk takes about an hour, but I don't mind as it is the only time I am in my own peaceful solitude.
I walk into the crowded hallway at school, keeping my head down as I reach my locker.
Inside my head, I beg for Zoe not to be here, and my wishes are answered when my phone buzzes.
Höe: I'm out sick today, boo. But I'm always watching :)
Bet.
I can't help but smile slightly as I grab my books for class, only for it to be wiped away when I turn around to see Zander bounding towards me with a determined look on his face.
I shrink back into my locker, nervous as his long strides make it only a few seconds before he reaches me.
"My office, please, Miss Owens," he glares down at me, still keeping a professional face.
