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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"What's up, little one?" I ask her gently once I've stopped the car outside her house.
She's been curled up against the window, her fingers touching the glass as we drove to her father's house.
"I just can't believe graduation is in a few weeks. I'm not ready," she trails off at the end of her thought.
I wait patiently for her to continue, knowing she needs time to build up the courage.
"I don't know what I'm going to do once I leave school. I just don't want to leave you guys..." she turns to me, a tear rolling down her cheek. I grab her hand in mine and bring it to my mouth, kissing it gently whilst maintaining eye contact with her.
"We go wherever you go, princess," I reach out and brush a piece of hair behind her ear.
"You don't mean that," she looks down, "You all have jobs here... Maybe I can go to a local university..."
"We go wherever you go," I repeat myself, firmer this time. Her eyes drift to mine again and I watch as she takes in my serious expression.
"I don't know where I'm going," she whispers.
We do, baby girl.
"Hey, hey," I reach out and wipe her tears away as fresh ones fall, "We'll sort it out. You have four teachers at your disposal to help you get into any college."
She nods her head and swallows, rubbing the tears on her cheeks away before shaking her head.
"I need to get inside," she smiles weakly at me.
I nod, not wanting to push her to speak to me more.
"Luka is picking you up for school Monday," I inform her.
"Okay, thanks," she leans in to kiss me before climbing out of the car.
I watch after her, making sure she gets inside safe, before driving away.
I make my way to our club and walk in to see the meeting has already begun.
"Sorry I'm late," I sit down next to Zander, giving him a quick glance.
"That's okay. We were just discussing prices," the man opposite me says. He's large, built like a bodybuilder, with a bald head.
He looks truly intimidating, but we have the upper hand in this situation.
"The price is non-negotiable," I lean back, playing with my pen on the table.
"Well we just can't go that high," he protests, crossing his arms defensively.
"Then this meeting is over," Zander stands up, his chair screeching across the floor as he pushes it back. He moves to walk out but the man calls him back.
"Fine, we can do it in instalments spanning over 6 months," he tries his look. I start laughing at his proposal but quickly shut up when Zander shoots me a glare.
"All in one or you walk away without the club," Zander sits back down, clasping his hands together as he leans forward onto the table.
The man lets out a sigh and rubs his hand over his face.
"Let me call my boss," he stands up and walks out, leaving us alone.
"Was Camille okay?" Zander turns to me with concern in his eyes.
"She was really quiet in the car and then got upset about leaving for college."
He tilts his head in confusion, so I continue.
"She is considering going to college out of state but doesn't want to leave us. I told her we would go wherever she goes but I think it was too much pressure for her," I let out a sigh.
"We just need to hear back from the talent scouts," he clears his throat, "They told me they were impressed but it's up to them if they want to offer her a place."
"I know," I nod in agreement.
"I still think we should hand in our resignations, anyway," he suggests, seriously, "We're all not really made to be teachers."
I laugh at his comment, opening my mouth to say something when the door opens.
"He's agreed to the price," the man informs us as he comes to sit down again.
"Good," Zander nods his head once, not looking overly-impressed, "I'll send out the contract for exchange to start in a month."
"Thank you, gentlemen."
We dismiss him and head out back to our house, stopping for some takeout on the way.
Once we have eaten and talked to the others about the sale of the club, I head to my room, desperate to take this suit off.
An impulsive thought has me opening my laptop to search the universities the talent scouts were from. I research their history departments, noting the gaps in them for research.
My mind begins to whirl with ideas of finally being able to research deeper parts of history and their effect on modern day.
Once my eyes begin to burn from looking at the screen too long, I head to my bathroom and shower quickly, not being able to get the thoughts of a new job out of my head.
Putting on a fresh pair of boxers, I climb into bed and turn off the lights.
Resting both arms behind my head, I struggle to sleep from the thoughts of Camil being upset.
Please let those talent scouts make their decision soon...
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Sorry for the slightly shorter chapter
But it's quality not quantity <33
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