The bad boy & the church girl. (EDITING)

Chapter 12.

Zane's pov.

I fucking hate her.

But I don't.

I love her.

I fucking hate that i love her.

God, i'm such a girl.

I finally left her porch after pacing in front of it for two hours, contemplating going back to Cami & apologizing.

I'm such an idiot. I love her, I didn't mean to call her a bitch. But she hurt me when she didn't say she loved me back.

I'm about a half a mile from her house, when i finally find my car. I forgot how close the party was to her house. I feel like that party was months ago, but in reality it was only two
Days ago.

I've only known her for two days.

And I love her.

Replying to a quick text conversation with my mom I locked my phone & slid it into my pocket.

I jump in my car & start the engine. I speed down the narrow backroads towards my house. I wasn't paying attention to where i was going, i was staring blankly at the road with only one thought.

Camille.

That thought was ripped from my mind when an incredible force tossed my car off the road.

The whole world was spinning as I hit my head on the steering wheel, the windshield and the ceiling. The world halted its rotation, when something stronger than my car stopped it in its path. My head was throbbing as the nausea spread through every vein in my body. I could hear only the pulsating of my heartbeat in my ears. Suddenly the pressure in my head was too much to bare & my vision slowly dotted away leaving me with one final word, 'Camille.' I hoarsely whispered before i fell into the sweet blackness beckoning me.

Camille's pov.

I slowly drag my body that feels abnormally heavy off the support of my door. I walk out of my door and slowly start down the stairs to my kitchen. My mom was still at work. I turn my head to the right to watch the analog clock on the wall show me how slow time really is. I watch the seconds hand click slowly but instead of hearing the clicks i hear Zane.

His laugh rumbling in his throat & chest.

His smile radiating off his face.

His warmth spreading throughout my body.

His growls & grunts of frustration when i tease him.

A smile slapped its way on my face as i think about him.

But the absence of his presence pushes me into the black whole of sadness.

Ringggg, ringggg.

I pick up the phone mechanically, feeling nothing but pain.

'Hello.' I strain to half whisper.

'Camille? Are you okay? You sound sick.' My mom says worried.

I clear my throat and get ready to fake my voice and mood through this phone call.

'I'm okay, what do you need mom?' I try to hurry her off the phone. All i want to do is sleep the pain away.

'Nothing, i just wanted to tell you that im pulling a double & I won't be home till tomorrow at 12:00. So i will see you when you get home from school tomorrow night. Okay?'

'Yup.' I say shortly.

'Okayyy, i love you.'

'Mom, bye.'