The Youngest Marais (c.b)

3.7

Jack's POV
Great.
I had lost her.
We made small talk, Alec seemed pretty chill.
And he really liked Camila.
Almost as much as I did.
Soon, they went to play Xbox in Camila's room.
When they walked up the stairs, Camila looked back at me.
She didn't seem happy.
She would be happier with me.
I thought of her.
How she was gone.
How I had to move on.
I needed something to numb the pain.
I needed a distraction.
And that's when Aspen popped into my head.
I was still 'dating' her.
She was head over heels for me.
And I was head over heels for Camila.
But maybe, if I pretended that Aspen was Camila, I wouldn't seem so empty inside.
So from then on, every time I kissed Aspen,
I thought of Camila.
Every time a cuddled Aspen,
I thought of Camila.
And the one time I slept with Aspen,
I thought of Camila.