Troubled One (Wilde #2)

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

       "I'm telling you, it won't work," Taylor said. "Trust me, I want to get out of this as much as you, but nothing will work."

       I raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I want to get out of it more. You're just helping with the sets. I'm actually acting in it and I'm the lead." And I didn't care what Laughlin said. Acting was not my thing.

       "Yeah, but I don't know why you're complaining that much," Taylor said. "It's not so bad. I mean, Jacob is basically a version of you."

       "And I hate being reminded of how I act like," I said. "I'm cold to others, I'm rude, I have an attitude, I get it. You know why I act like this and I hate being reminded about it."

       Taylor snorted. "Okay, I agree, what you went through was really tough and I would hate being reminded about it, but I wasn't talking about you being reminded about it. I was talking about the fact that you're lucky enough to kiss an extremely hot girl and the end."

       I rolled my eyes and sighed. "I still want out."

       "Yeah, so do I, but it's not going to work," Taylor said. "I tried, you tried. Just accept the fate and realize that when the play is over, we can get back at everyone. And in the meantime, we should head over to the theatre for rehearsal."

       I grudgingly followed him to the theatre where everyone else already was. Taylor and I were usually the last to show up.

       I sat in my usual spot , stretching my legs in front of me. I still didn't want to be here and I tried thinking of ways that I could leave. I thought Taylor would be able to help, but I guess not.

       Maybe he was right. Maybe I should just accept it and get it over with.

       Right at three, Miss Conte got to the front and talked for a bit before she began taking attendance. When she got to Kamille's name, there was no reply. That was odd. She was at school today and I saw her during her free period while I was skipping. I mean, while I was going for a very long walk around the school.

       "No, Kamille?" Miss Conte asked.

       "I saw her today," Eva said. "She's probably skipping. Maybe I can fill in for her today."

       "No, because you need to work on your part," Miss Conte said. "Munro, can you go see if Kamille is somewhere? We'll just work on Eva and Keegan's scene."

       I sighed quietly, mainly because I didn't want to get up. However, I forced myself to get up from the seat and leave the theatre. The first place I went to was the music room since I knew Kamille had that last period and usually got distracted in there. She wasn't in there.

        I walked around the school, honestly enjoying the time I was spending outside of the theatre and not acting. I was still looking for Kamille, though.

       When I passed by the janitor closet, I had to take a few steps backward so I was standing in front of it. I was hearing quiet sobs. 

       I wasn't going to lie when I debated walking away so I could keep looking for Kamille. But, the sensitive part of me that I kept hidden broke through and I just had to check if that person was okay. So, I opened the door slowly.

       Well.

       On the bright side, I found Kamille. She was sitting on the floor, her head resting against her knees.

       Kamille looked at me and quickly wiped her tears away. "I'm not crying," she said, her voice cracking.

       "Don't give me that," I said. "What's wrong?"