Never Too Late | ✓

[Chapter Six: Camille]

❝Words are free. It's how you use them, that may cost you.❞

--Kushandwizdom 

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CHAPTER SIX

Warm rays of the early morning sun filtered through the blinds hanging from her bedroom window, caressing her face and moving across her closed eyelids with that uncomfortable reddish glow. It was an early Monday morning, which meant she had classes to take and work to do, and to make matters worse, she hadn't gotten any sleep during the night. All her late phone conversations run through her mind as she went over them, thinking different ways in wich she could have boarded the subject, words she should have omitted or just changed. By the time she was too exhausted to keep up with it, it was already four thirty-seven am. Sleep had caught up to her a little too late.

Becca stifled a growl and burrowed her face deeper into the mattress.

Why did she have to be so hard-headed? It was always the same. The days she stayed up late, getting up from bed the following morning was complete and utter torture. No matter how much she swore to herself she'd be able to do it, walk through the day with just a few hours of sleep. It always backfired. Today was worse though because it wasn't a Saturday or Sunday where she could get up whenever she wanted or not getting up at all. It was freaking fantastic Monday, sun shining and all.

She squinted through heavy lids, gazing around the room for who knows what before sinking down into the bed again.

Scrubbing her hands over her eyes to get rid of sleep, she threw the covers back and swung her bare legs to the side, sitting on the edge of the mattress for a minute as she gathered her thoughts.

Running a hand through her messy brown hair, she got up straightening her silk camisole and padded bare feet into the adjoined bathroom.

An hour later, she was standing in the kitchen, munching a bagel and sipping a much-needed coffee her mother had fixed for her as she checked her email and rechecked her assignments and schedule for the day.

Her brown waves had been tamed into a one side braid, her eyes were smoky, her thin lips covered with lipstick, a soft blush colored her cheeks, but she still managed to conserve the natural look.

The bracelets strapped to her wrists crinkled with every movement as she gathered her essentials and got ready to face the day. With a last look around the kitchen, she shrugged on her navy blazer, taking her nude purse with her, called goodbye to her parents and stepped into the busy Austin streets. 

By the time she arrived to the office, she was already exhausted. Her last semester at college was taking a troll on her. Too many assignments and so little time, she got stressed just by thinking about it. But she didn't want to go there. Worring about it wouldn't solve anything, and she knew it.

Plopping down on her work bench, she took out her diary, opened her laptop and begun working on their latest project, the packaging for a new fragrance that was coming up soon.

When her eyes got tired of going through stock photos, vectors and trends, she got up, walking over the coffee machine and fixing herself one. Coffee at work was ugly, but after working there for three months she'd gotten used to it. 

After taking a few sips, she returned to her desk. Her fingers drummed against the desk as she thought about the list. She knew who was next. Her eyes scanned her surroundings and finally when she noticed no one was paying attention to her, they settled into her laptop screen. With quick fingers, she logged into her Twitter account, searching for her.

Becca watched the picture attached for a long beat, Camille was standing on a yacht gazing into the horizon and her boyfriend stood behind her, arms wrapped around her middle. It was a perfect shoot. But then again, everything had to be perfect for Camille, she wouldn't want it any other way. Her boyfriend was loaded, son of a well-known atoney, and he wasn't lacking on the looks department either. He was someone she'd consider suited for Camille's standards. She'd always gone for the superficial, and that was what had tainted their relationship. 

Becca:  @Camillerogers 

Hey Cami, I know it may sound strange to get a message from me after all this time, but I needed to write to you, clear some things that I feel were left hanging from a thread when our friendship came to an end.

It's good to know you're having a good time, Josh seems like a good guy, perfect for you (if you get what I mean) I want you to know that despite all the ups and downs we had, I'm still here if you need me. I mean, we were friends for a long time and even though It's not the same anymore I'd like you to know that you can rely on me if you ever need someone.

I'm not trying to fix things. There are things you just can't undo and even though I forgave you, I just can't trust you like I did.

I'm not a person whom you can control or turn into a trained puppet and I believe I'd made that clear on our last conversation. My interest is not on the material things. Yeah, I don't care if my clothes are designer, if my car is the latest model, if my haircut is expensive, or if my friends are rich. Really, I don't. So when you tried to impose that on me I guess I just snapped. I'm not going to tell you how you have to be or criticize you for your way of thinking, I'm just making clear what I am not and will never be. So when you didn't accept me as I was, I just knew. I knew we'd never fit. I knew we weren't right for each other, even though we both loved the popularity there were things I couldn't omit.

So when it came to it, I decided to just walk away and make friends somewhere else, because I understood we were better off. Hope you get my side of things. I'm sorry if I hurt you in any way. I want you to know that wasn't my intention at all.

I wish you the best, and hope one day we meet again letting our differences aside for old times sake.

If you ever want to contact me my number is still the same.

With love, Becca

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a/n: Of course there's always that girl who influenced us for worse.

It doesen't mean we shouldn't value her. I believe every person teaches us a lesson. Do you?

Let me know what you think ;)