Chapter 50 |Part 2| ~ End The Game

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Still Lianna Camp's point of view

When Dylan and I got home from school all of our parents are in the living room, looking at us as if they were really expecting us.

Not this again.

"Mom, we just got from school and we hereby declare that were not going to get married today." Dylan seriously says.

No one laughed about such joke but Mary.

We all glared at her.

"I'm sorry. I'll go to the kitchen now and shut my mouth up." She smiled a little then left in a hurry.

"What's the problem?" I asked.

"I saw pictures, from a friend's daughter." Dylan's mom said. "Twitter."

"Goddamn twitter." I heard Dylan curse under his breath.

I quickly looked

"@DyannaCamper: Camper is dead.

@Lisabethyy: Lianna Camp and Dylan Cooper is not real.

@CamperNation: Camper will always be true.

@DyannaIsReal: These pictures are edited.

@LainnaCamp: No! Camper is real.

@TroySevan: No, This is not real.

@RoseHoward: Dafuq with Troy Evans?

Who even knew our second names?

@TrueCamperKnows: NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOO! This is worst than my haircut on 5th grade!

"Are you two dating other people?" Mom asks dumb-ly. Is she serious? How can we possibly date in these kind of terms?

He's always stuck with me and I'm always stuck with him. How the heck-- oh, right.

"I'm not dating anyone." Dylan said beside me, brining me back to reality. "You better ask Lianna."

This jerk.

I'm not dating anyone, That kiss with Troy Evans is just for show! Does he really think he's something special? I kissed him once, how's that a big deal?

"Me? I'm not dating anyone. Troy is just a frie--" "Then why are you kissing him?" My dad and Dylan both said in unison.

Are they for real?

"It was a supid dare!" I easily thought of an excuse.

"Stupid dare that you really need to smooch him?" Dylan snapped. There was something in his voice. I know it could be jealousy ut there's something more than that. I know.

"I wasn't smooching him!" I defended.

"Oh yeah? Like how you didn't grabbed his neck and kissed him?" He asks.

"I told you it was--" "You two stop!" His mom said.

"Are you two dating someone?" Mom repeated between gritted teeth.

"No!" Dylan and I both shouted at the same time.

"Then why didn't you told people about your marriage?" Lana said.

Why did Dylan don't want me to tell people? Is it because he's ashamed? No, he isn't. We've talked about this for a million times. Is he expecting it not to-- No Lianna! Of course not. He wants it.

He really does?

Fuck you, Lianna.

Fuck you too, Brain.

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