He's My Kryptonite

16. Unusual

• Camille

"Damn, everybody wants to know who I am." I giggled into Trey's bare chest looking at his Instagram.

"I told you. They are going to be stalking you now." He teased pushing strands of hair behind my ear.

"I should take of picture of myself right now and have them tripping forreal."

"Alright. And watch somebody you know will put all your business out for them to find you."

"Please, I wish they would." I spat locking his phone. He chuckled. "What are we doing today?" I asked looking at the TV that showed the movie Friday.

"I don't know whatever you want to do. But I made plans for us at six tonight, since it's Valentine's Day." He spoke standing up and kissing my forehead before going into the bathroom.

Shit. I forgot about Valentine's Day. I sighed and rolled over in the bed and grabbed my phone off the night stand. It was time I called everyone back, starting with my mother. I clicked on her contact and listened to it ring before she picked up.

"Camille? Where are you?" She spat sternly.

"I'm fine mama. Just visiting a friend."

"A friend? On Valentine's Day?"

"Yeah, that's just bad timing on my part. But believe me, I'm fine and I'll be back soon."

"Okay Camille, I love you and everything. But once you get back your coming to stay with me." I sat up.

"What? Why?!" I exclaimed but not to loud for Trey to hear.

"Why? Camille you know why. Your getting too wild, first you disrespect Candice and Chris in their own home. Then you go and get molested by your professor and drop out of school then you don't even want to report it. Chris had to report it for you. And lastly you just up and disappear saying your visiting a friend. Your coming to stay with me before you end up pregnant."

I sighed and rubbed my temples. I hated the fact that I had a sister who always loves to run and tell mommy as soon as things get rough.

"Wait, did you just say Chris had to report it for me?"

"Yes, he took pictures of your bruises while you were sleeping and gave it to the police. That man had more charges against him then you can believe."

"Wow." I mouthed as she continue to rant about his charges. "Okay mom, I got to go."

"Mhm, I'm sure you do. Bye."

Once we hung up, I heard the shower running. I sighed and got up out the bed heading downstairs. I opened the glass double doors to the backyard. I dialed Candice number while trying to put together the right words for confronting her in my head.

"Hello?"

"When were you going to tell me?" She sighed.

"What are you talking about, Camille?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about Candice. I told y'all I didn't want to report it, I told y'all to leave it alone. But yet, y'all just went against the grain and did it anyway?"

"Yes, because he deserve to be locked up. I can't believe you just want that prevert to walking freely after what he did to you just so he can do it do the next girl."

"Bottom line is I said no. And you two did it anyway."

"Whatever, Camille. When were you going to tell us your in Miami?"

"When I felt like it. It's my business I tell it when I want to tell it."

"Well it became everyone's business when you decide to put it out on social media."