His Fire

Chapter 13

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It's been a while. I apologize to everyone for not updating and hope you guys will give this story a second chance. College has been hard, with studying, part time jobs and student organizations, I haven't had time at to write. The story has never let my mind and throughout the years, I've been writing the plot in my head.

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"So are you going to tell me where you were last night and this morning?" Meera said in a casual voice while inspecting a cute MCM backpack. 

She was trying to play it cool; she had been worried the whole night after David had called her to ask if Camellia was with her and informed her that her bodyguards had lost her in a drunkard state. She had not slept and stayed with Margaret and David whose security team was trying to locate Camie. They had seen a man pick her unconscious body but had lost track of them with a blind spot from the cameras. They had been relieved when they heard from her in the morning and were assured that she was fine.  Since Camie's call , telling Meera that she will be home soon, the latter was dying to know what had happened and where she had been. However she did not want to be too nagging and risk making Camellia run away. She still couldn't believe they were together, shopping in the mall again. It's been so long. Meera knows that it wasn't like old times but when Camellia was ready to go when she showed up at her doorstep, she couldn't help but feel hopeful; Hopeful that the old Camie would be back.

Camellia shrugged. " Nothing really, I woke up in someone's apartment. He said that he found me passed out in the street and he took me in. I thanked him and left." She said in a nonchalant voice. 

She did not want to remember what had happened; how that infuriating man had managed to awaken dead emotions from her; how he had angered her yet made her crave something. She did not want to admit that he had affected her. His sweaty- just out of the Gym face flashed in front of her, looking at her with the piercing gray eyes. She closed her eyes, as if it will erase the image. Just thinking about it made her feel guilty and she wasn't ready to face that.

"Oh ok. That was nice of him. Did you get his name? We can send him a thank you gift for taking care of you."

"No! No, I don't think that is ..necessary. I already thanked him." 

Meera eyed her friend but let the subject go. She did not miss the tone that her friend used. She knew Camellia well enough to detect that there was more to the story than her friend was letting on. However she did not press. She redirected their attention to the task at hand and handed her a red and black backpack.

Camellia rose her eyebrow and shook her head no. She placed the bag back on the shelf.

"No. Why are we here?" They were currently in Glitz, an exclusive boutique with different type of expensive bags and accessories. The place screamed rich and money. Camellia did not like it.

Meera frowned.

"Shopping duh. You need a nice backpack for school." 

"I know I need stuff for school. That's why I agreed to shopping. But I don't want anything expensive. We are shopping for old Camellia Thorne who is a normal average person, who doesn't own luxury brands. Let's just get out from here."

Meera sighed and nodded. It was true that the whole point was for Pre-Ace Camellia to be back. It did not matter if Camellia was rich by herself and had earned a lot of money on her own.