CAMILLE
I stood in place for a while, letting my thoughts over-run me.
What the fuck just happened?
Not only did I feel disrespected, but i'd just gotten played.
Shaking my head, I pulled my bra over my head before collecting myself and leaving the room. I was beginning to question whether I was really cut out for this shit. Not the work in general, but being around August. There was an evident hostility ranging from him to myself, and it made it more than difficult to focus or get anything accomplished.
I honestly wanted things to go back to the way they'd been. I shook the thought away, because all of this mess was my fault in the first place, and I wasn't too stubborn to admit that.
By the time I'd made it up the large staircase, all I wanted to do was bathe and lay my ass down. Almost as soon as i'd entered my room, I began to undress, tossing my spandex and underwear, along with my sports bra, into the hamper.
Pulling my hair into a messy bun on the top of my head, I ignored the loose strands that framed my face, and began making my way to the bathroom in which was connected to my walk in closet. I bent down to adjust the water of the tub, before adding a few drops of bubble bath, sighing.
Upon my arival into the house, I'd been granted both the funds, and permission to decorate one of the many large rooms to my liking. I'd kept it pretty simple, though, settling for an all white interior. I didn't wanna get carried away....I didn't plan on staying for too long. The plan was to make enough to get both myself, and posssibly even my parents, back onto our feet. Despite the constant harrasment from both August and a few of the other females who occupied the house, I felt strangely secure. I was taken care of. Financially that is.
I was still an emotional wreck when it came to August. I don't know if it was the guilt, or just the love for him in general, but I constantly found myself just wanting to melt into his arms.
Snapping out of my thoughts, I realized that the tub was filled. I stepped into the inviting bubbles, letting both the warmth, and my thoughts, consume me. Almost as soon as my back touched the tub, literally less than fifteen seconds later, Gio barged through the bathroom, not bothering to knock.
I could've sworn i'd locked the door to my room. I shook my head and reached for my body wash, rolling my eyes.
"What do you wannnt?" I couldn't help but whine. I just wanted to relax and be alone.
She chuckled, ignoring my question. "Shit, well hello to you, too."
I sighed and tucked a strand of my damp hair behind my ear. "I'm sorry, I'm just a little overwhelmed..."
Gio gave me a frown, leaning against the wall. "Already? It's barely been a full two days."
I explained the previous scene between August and I, feeling ashamed that it'd bothered me so heavily. When i'd finished, there was a moment of silence until Gio laughed. I rolled my eyes at her, running my pink loofa over my arms. When Gio finally ceased her laughing, she chuckled once more.
"He's just pissed, Camille. He wants to feel like he's in control. You know Ant...he can't stand to have shit outta order. Trust me, that nigga is thinking about you just as much as you thinkin of his scrawny ass."
AUGUST
"That shit was foul, nigga." Trim laughed befa passin the blunt he'd just lit.
I rejected it, wavin my hand, and he gave me a look of surprise befa shakin his head and takin a pull.
"Nigga you too gone. Jus' talk ta ha."
