Highkey (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 22

Two weeks later..

"All of this winnin' I've been losing my mind." I sung happily as I exited my Economics class I was currently making a 95 in.

Life's been great for the past two weeks. Ever since I went to the concert with Quincy, Chris stopped calling my phone and making surprise visits to my dorm.

I guess you can say he got over me, especially since he was seen with a girl according to Layla.

Right when I was about to get in my car, Layla came sprinting towards my and stopped in front of me trying to catch her breathe.

"wHy ArE yOu RuNnInG, WhY aRe YoU rUnNiNg!?" I laughed thinking of the vine.

"Girl, go on Instagram RIGHT NOW. I tried reporting it but it's still up!"

"What's still up? What're you talking about?" I asked getting my phone out.

"Chris posted a picture of you...a very private one." My heart began to thump against my chest as I went to his page.

I clicked on the first picture and indeed saw myself in his bed sleep with no shirt on. The caption read,

@chrisbrown: When you lay down with dogs....

"Did you ever have sex with him?" Layla asked.

"No! I remember sleeping in the same bed but not with my shirt off!" This was the same night he got drunk and I had to pick him up.

"Why would he post this?" I mumbled to myself.

I scrolled down the comments and decided to exit his comments and untag myself from the post.

Now people are in my Dm's trying to figure out what took place.

"Why would he post this?!"

"He's not over you and wants to get your attention." Layla told me as she shook her head.

"Well this is not the way to get it!" I looked at the picture once more and dialed his phone number.

"Hello--"

"Why the fuck would you post that shit?"

"The picture of you in my bed? I don't know, just letting the public know about you." He said.

"You are such a dick! Don't think the dean won't see this."

"You think I'm scared of the Dean? Go show him, maybe he'll like it and boost my grades up."

"I didn't even do anything to you! You shouldn't have anything against me!" I yelled in the phone causing others to look my way.

"You went out with Quincy Saturday night! Remember that?"

"That was two weeks ago! And nothing happened! Even if something did happen, it's not your business."

"That don't mean that shit didn't hurt! I basically begged you to give me another chance Camryn! You didn't even consider getting back with me...then you go out with that bum ass nigga!"

"So you post a picture of me? Cause you're mad that I won't take you back over some shit YOU caused?!"

"I told you I was sorry a million times!"

"And I forgave you..." I said realizing I was alone and that Layla left.

"But I want you back."

"You think I'mma come back to you after you just posted that picture of me?"

"I'll delete it!"

"You got hundreds of likes on that picture! Everyone seen it dumbass!"

"This is what you asked for." I scoffed and hung up the phone. I can't believe he's blaming me for this.

I wish I would've never went to his house that night.
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Once I got back to my dorm after two very long and awkward photoshoots, I saw Kiera's friends talking up a storm.

One of them looked at me and made a face.

"Did you see the picture?" She asked.

"Yes." I answered, not really wanting to talk about it.

"Why would he post that? That was a bitch move." Kiera said shaking her head.

"Right, then he took it while she was sleeping." I tuned them out while settling in my bed.

I got an incoming call from Quincy but ignored it since he was probably calling about the picture.

Quincy: This shit is crazy bro, you straight?

I exited out of my messages and turned my phone off. I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone. I'm sure everyone saw that picture and thought I was some type of hoe.

I don't know what he thought he was achieving when he posted the picture but he obviously sought to do something.

I buried myself in my covers and tried to go to sleep.

"Camryn, I think that's Chris at the door." Kiera muttered as she went to answer the door.

"I don't want to talk to him." I said and turned my back against them.

"She said she doesn't want to talk to you." I faintly heard her.

"Just let me speak to her, I took the picture down."

"That doesn't mean everyone didn't see it."

"You're not even her friend! Why are you in our business?" He asked.

"You made it everyone's business when you posted that shit online nigga! Take yo sorry ass back where you came from. She done with yo dirty ass!"

"Get the fuck out my face yo, I need to speak with Camryn not you." He spat.

"Close the door." I said and with that, she slammed the door right in his face.

"Niggas...I swear." She sighed.

I can't wait for shit to get better again. It seemed like everything was good for about two weeks, then this one thing just came down and destroyed everything.

Why can't I just have regular college student problems? If this is regular then I don't want it.