Vindicated (Camren)

Chapter 14: Deceiver

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Paul and the rest of the men in black suit assisted their green-eyed lady boss in facilitating a series of games for the children while her personal bodyguard stood at a corner all by herself. Fine, she bathed with a full pitcher of orange juice so everybody should be mandated to leave her alone and just let her be whatever she needed to be. Adorable little Noah, on the other hand, bravely marched his way towards his old nemesis and stood right next to her. Camila threw him a death glare, exactly like the one he offered her as well - some kind of a mutual understanding it certainly was. She took a deep breath as she desperately stretched the length of her incredibly short patience then folded her arms over her chest. Coincidentally, not that he was purposely trying to mock her, Noah did the exact same thing at the exact same time. They both exchanged disgusted looks at how they seemed too alike as if one was a shadow cast by the other. The brunette immediately dropped her hands to her sides, balled her fists, and gritted her teeth to contain the burning anger within.

"Hey, I said I am sorry."

Noah was looking up at the horrible monster, his voice was soft and his eyes appeared winsome without even meaning to. Still, Camila Cabregui had found some stupid reason to disregard his undeniable cuteness.

"Apology doesn't bring back the dead," she coldly replied.

He paused for a considerable time trying to process what the sentence meant. But nope, it didn't make any sense to the little kid, so he resorted back to his old trick and started tugging Camila's pants once again.

"Camilla," he called out innocently in a plea.

"My... name... is... Camila," she firmly stated. Of course, every word was equipped with an essential amount of rage. "And quit bugging me, shithead."

"Hey!" complained the little boy. "I can fetch another pitcher if you want. Orange? Grape? Milk? Your choice."

"Play another trick on me, and I'll punch you so hard right on your cheek all of your teeth will surely fall off from your gums."

"You called me-" he stopped himself immediately when he realized he wasn't supposed to say it. "...that word you've been calling me!"

"That's because you are a shithead."

Camila waited, but no counterattack came from the tiny evil creature. Instead, some sniffing sound reached her hearing sense. Camila shifted her eyes to look at him and saw some tears already threatening to leave his puppy dog eyes any minute. She didn't care though.

"What? You're going to cry now?" she interrogated, and then scoffed when his lips started to quiver. "I called you a shithead and so you cry? Is that how it is, 'brave little warrior'?"

Although she wasn't entirely listening then, the compliment quite stayed in her sub-consciousness to be remembered. Okay, so Camila had not gotten over the fact that Lauren was clearly smitten by this little rat yet, and it didn't help at all when the poor kid responded by putting on a courageous scowl on his face.

"Oh so that's your thing, some sort of a super weapon, huh? You pour liquid over people's heads, and if that doesn't work out, you start crying. Is that all you can do? Yeah... how nice."

"I hate you," he mumbled.

"And now I'm trembling," she told him annoyingly sarcastic. "Trembling in so much fear because some tiny boy hates me."

Little Noah pulled his scowling face away and folded his arms together once again.

"Just wait and see," he threatened, but failed to shake Camila's walls anyway. "I'm going to grow taller than you'll ever be it would be really easy to stomp on you with a single foot."