Hands to Myself ➰ M.D| ✓

White Knight

Camille couldn't wipe the smile off her face, she was just too happy. Even when Dominic tore his pant leg, she hardly fretted and gave him a pair of sweats to wait patiently in. It was absolutely crazy how 18 hours later could make a difference.

19 hours ago, she was fighting with Pierson, after she finally admitted to him that she didn't want to marry him. You could imagine how furious he was, Pierson was usually the type of man who always got what he wanted, and he wasn't used to hearing the word 'No'. She tried her best to calmly explain why she didn't want to marry him, but he immediately jumped onto the suspicion that she was fooling around with somebody else.

That was kind of true.

She was just so thankful that Matthew had shown up when he had, otherwise, Pierson would've guilted her into saying yes.

She was sewing up the tear in Dom's  pants, anybody who passed by would think she was just focusing on her material. But her head was up in space while she sewed away. Her skin still tingled from where Matt's hands touched her, and she still had the feeling of his lips imprinted into her memory.

"Cam? Earth to Camille? Houston is calling for your attention!" a perfectly manicured hand waved in front of her face, Maddie. Camille snapped out of her spaced out trance and sat up straight in her chair.

"What's going on?" she asked her.

"As much as Dom is rocking the sweat pants, Ed really needs these back," she pointed to the denim pants, now fully stitched at the ripped seam.

"Oh yeah, here you go," Camille handed her the pants, and was ready for Maddie to pat her shoulder and walk back to set, but instead, she made her come with her.

"Come with me. We need to chat," she said.

"What about?"

"Just unplug your machine and come with me,"

Camille didn't find the use in arguing with Maddie, the older girl was bound to win anyway. So, she unplugged her sewing machine and chased after Maddie through the studio.

"What's up?" she asked.

"I could ask you the same thing. You forget about something?" Maddie asked her. Camille took a minute to think, then she remembered. She promised Maddie she would come over and help her sort through a new batch of scripts. She didn't go over, which meant that Maddie had to sort through a mess of scattered papers on her own.

"Oh my God, I totally forgot. Maddie, I'm so, so sorry," she said. Maddie put on a smile and shrugged.

"Don't worry about it. Alberto helped me out," she replied. Camille was intrigued.

"Did he now?" she asked with a smirk. Maddie elbowed her side.

"We just worked, smart ass," she told her, "What about you? What's your excuse?"

Camille looked down at the floor as they walked, the bottoms of her shoes swept across the floors, "I broke it off with Pierson," she admitted it. Maddie stopped in her tracks and looked at her friend.

"You did it? You finally did it?" she asked her.

"Yeah, I did. I felt a bit shitty at first, but it feels pretty good now," she replied. Maddie blew out a sigh of relief.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear you say that. That boy was nothing but broken promises, collapsed dreams, and a cold-hearted snake," she said. Cam raised her eyebrows.

"Did you just quote Paula Abdul?" she asked her.

"Don't hate,"

Camille just laughed and they continued to the set, "So, why didn't you call me? We would've have a Mean Girls marathon and ordered P.F Changs. Hell, we could've thrown a party. It would've been better then the shit I was doing last night," she said.