trust | jai brooks

seven.

word count: 1050
—

camila's pov;
I slowly pried my eyes open, taking in my surroundings. It was now dark, and I couldn't see anything except my small digital alarm clock shining. 7:41PM, already? Damn, how long did I sleep for? Shit.. did I even do my essay? I quickly turned on my laptop and groaned, letting my head hit the pillow beneath me. The only thing I had typed was my name. Just great.. I guess I can finish it tomorrow or something.

I slowly got up and fixed my eyeliner that slightly smudged under my eyes. I heard a low growl and realized it was my stomach. I sighed, turning to my bedroom door. I walked down the cold wooden stairs and passed the living room.

'Wait, what?' I walked back a little, peeping my head through the living room door. Why the hell is Jai in my living room? With my mum and sister? Aaannd thats when the memories starting rushing back. Oh yeah, Jai was just casually in my room earlier today! Sarcasm added if you couldn't tell..

"Oh, how nice of you to join us Camila." my mum said. I rolled my eyes in disgust, at Jai obviously.

"Why's he here?" I point at him.

"Well, he is my friend!" Sienna argued.
I rolled my eyes again, since everyone loves to annoy me. I walked away, back up to my bedroom.

'I'm still hungry.. whatever I'm not going down there if he's there." I sigh to myself while walking up the stairs. I shut my bedroom door and laid onto my bed. I closed my eyes, and honestly I don't know how long I've laid there for.

My mind was open, full with thoughts. Like, why is Jai here? Worst of all, why's Sienna friends with him. Not even him, it. Yeah, it. That's how much I hate him.

Fortunately ever since that test for biology, he hasn't bothered me since. It just haunts me at night that he still has that picture. I sigh heavily and turn my laptop back on. Might as well get some work done.. I plugged in my headphones and shuffled my music list.

" I thought that I'd been hurt before.
But no one's ever left me quite this sore.
Your words cut deeper than a knife.
Now I need someone to breathe me back to life.

Got a feeling that I'm going under.
But I know that I'll make it out alive.
If I quit calling you my lover.
Move on.

You watch me bleed until I can't breathe.
Shaking, falling onto my knees.
And now that I'm without your kisses,
I'll be needing stitches.
Tripping over myself
Aching, begging you to come help.
And now that I'm without your kisses,
I'll be needing stitches.

Just like a moth drawn to a flame.
Oh, you lured me in, I couldn't sense the pain.
Your bitter heart cold to the touch.
Now I'm gonna reap what I sow.
I'm left seeing red on my own.