For Senior Year

Takes One To Know One

I debated splitting this into two chapters but I decided that it would be worth an extra day to write this out as a nice long chapter for you guys so I hope you enjoy it!

Also I know that none of you like Cam so I apologize for the amount of her POV that this chapter is in but it is very necessary because she's getting what she deserves.

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*One month after Emily and Cam's breakup*

Cam POV:

You ever have one of those moments in your life where you realized that you really fucked up? Well I'm living in one of those moments right now.

Before I met Layla, I thought everything was perfect between me and Emily. I thought that Emily was the best girl that I've ever had and that I'd never find anyone better than her.

Well I'm realizing now that I was right then. But when I met Layla I couldn't stop my curiosity towards her. I just felt this pull towards her where I had to know her. Where all I wanted to do was figure her out.

That's how they trap you, by being all sexy and mysterious. Layla knew from the minute that she met me that I was in a serious relationship with Emily, and she didn't care one bit. I guess her carelessness started to rub off on me. There was some friendly flirting at first but it quickly progressed to something serious and that's what Layla wanted. She manipulated me.

I was so entranced by her that she made me lose focus on Emily, who I know now is the best I will ever have. She's the love of my life. I'll never meet anyone like her. But I went and ruined all of that.

I know that there is absolutely no way to fix things now which is why I'm here in Layla's room at her house, settling for less because I've lost the best I'll ever have. Even though Layla shares a room with her sister, we still choose to 'do it' in her room and she just kicks her sister out. Layla has never been in my dorm room, I've never even invited her in. The place is haunted with memories of Emily. It feels wrong to bring Layla into that place.

I've been laying in Layla's bed, alone and in the dark for about half an hour ago. Layla went to take a shower while she could before her sister Brie gets back from some frat party and they start fighting over the shower. She told me it would take a while, saying something about some curly hair routine bullshit.

The bedroom door opened with a creak and Layla walked in, snapping me out of my melodramatic thoughts. She was wearing a skimpy pajama set that left very little to the imagination and she had a bonnet on her head to contain her wet curls. She frowned when she saw that I was fully dressed in bed.

Layla and I had fucked a few times before she went to shower and after she left I just felt sick and uncomfortable so I put my clothes back on. Every time we've had sex since the breakup it's just felt wrong and I feel guilty every time. Actually I felt guilty about it before the breakup as well but I kept doing it. I should've listened to my heart instead of my libido.

"I'm disappointed to see you fully clothed." Layla remarked.

"Figured we were done when you went to shower." I replied in an almost bored tone.

"I'm never done with you. I want you always ready for me." Layla said in a flirtatious tone as she walked over to the bed and leaned over me, grabbing my chin to make me look up at her. I narrowed my eyes at her, ignoring the feelings that she was stirring in my stomach.

"You want me to always be ready for you but you won't let me make things official with you? So much for wanting me to be your girlfriend." I grumbled as I pushed Layla's hand away.