She belongs with me

11

{Caleb}

I groan as I feel the heat of the sun, piercing through the curtains, on my skin. Slowly I open my eyes, to find Camila next to me, still asleep. Her lips are slightly parted and she's snoring quietly, like she always does when she has been drinking. I roll over and grab my phone from the nightstand. It's almost ten. Normally I'm awake around nine, so I slept in.

I have to tell Camila we're not getting back together, that we can't keep doing this. She can't keep coming to me when she's drunk. We're not in a relationship anymore. I can't do it. She hurt me, a lot. I'm finally starting to realize I'm better off without her, that I deserve better than her.

Slowly I sit up and stretch my muscles before I get out of bed. I glance once more over at Camila, but she's still asleep, so I grab some clean clothes and walk into the bathroom.

The hot water against my skin feels great. I let my hand glide through my hair, making sure every strand is wet.

I'm glad my parents won't be home until tonight. I don't want to explain to them why Camila slept here, again. They know we broke up, but they don't know about Camila's drinking problem. Of course they know that Camila's drunk sometimes, but they just think it's normal behavior for a senior. We all get drunk sometimes.

I grab the bottle of shampoo and put some on my hands before I massage it in my hair. As soon as I close my eyes, moments of Camila and me come up. We've showered a lot together, mostly doing other things than showering, but when I just held her close against me, everything felt right for a moment. There were no other problems, there were no thoughts that she might be cheating. Little did I know she was, almost the whole time we were in a relationship.

Sighing, I shake my head and wash my body before I turn the shower off and get out. I need to take Camila home as soon as she wakes up and make clear to her we can't to this thing any longer, whatever it may be.

I wrap my towel around my hips and quickly brush my teeth and fix my hair before I get dressed. When I get back in my room Camila is sitting in my bed, looking at her phone.

'I'm gonna take you home,' I say to her. 'You can't stay here.'

'Why?' Camila puts her phone down. 'Are you having a girl over?'

'It's none of your business,' I sigh as I hand her her clothes.

'It's Olivia, isn't it?' Camila says, putting her clothes back on. 'Are you gonna tell her we kissed? Oh wait, why should you? You don't have any chance with her since she already has a boyfriend!'

'Stop it!' I growl, feeling my irritation grow even more. 'Just shut up! There is not coming any girl over. I just want you gone!' Camila looks at me with big eyes, not sure what to say, before she puts her shoes on and grabs her phone.

'I thought I meant something to you,' Camila mumbles and she wants to walk past me, but I stop her.

'How can you even say that?' I ask her. 'Do you even realize how much shit you put me through? Do I need to remind you that you cheated on me, six times, that you send nudes to every fucking guy you meet on the internet? No guy would've stayed with you for so long, but here I am, I'm a fool. I hoped you'd change, that you'd finally realize I am enough for you. But I will never be enough for you. You'll always need more. Do you know why I'm still helping you when you're drunk, why I'm letting you stay over? Because I care about you! So don't ever say to me I don't give a shit about you, because I do and you know that damn well.' Camila is quiet for a few seconds, before she slowly pulls her arm out of my grip.

'I'll walk home,' is all she says. She bites her lip for a moment, looking at me, but when she realizes I won't say anything, she walks away.

As soon as I heart the front door close shut I groan frustrated and throw a pillow against the wall. I give her a whole goddamn speech and that's all she can say?

I'll walk home.

She doesn't even have the heart to say sorry, to apologize for what she did. She broke my and she doesn't even care, she never cared about me. She only wants a guy to stand by her side, to look pretty, to be there for her when she needs it. She doesn't want to give love, to receive real love. She just wants someone to look strong, pretty. She wants to make it look like she has everything, high grades, wealth, loving parents, a boyfriend. But the truth is, she is far from perfect. And there will be a time people will prick through the imaginary, perfect bubble she says is her life and discover who Camila Johnson really is.

*****

I sigh as I walk through the hallways of the school. This is my third week here now, but people still look at me as "the new guy". I'm glad I didn't just come here for Camila. It was a huge part of the reason, but I also transferred here because of Isaac, and because my former school sucked.

'Hey Adams, over here!' I hear someone yell. I look around and see Isaac and our other friends at one of the tables in the cafeteria. I walk over to them and throw my back on the table as I take a seat.

'You look like shit,' Isaac says.

'Thanks,' I mumble. I barely got any sleep last night. I kept thinking about Camila. 'It's the no sleep. Works pretty good if you want bags underneath your eyes.'

'Camila again?' my best friend asks after which I nod.

'Just let her go, man,' Levi says. 'She's not worth it.'

'Yeah, there are plenty of other fish in the sea,' Daniel adds. 'Just pick another.' If only it were that easy...

'I'm working on it,' I mumble.

'Do you see that girl over there?' Levi asks, glancing at a blonde. She laughs at something her friend says, causing her perfect smile to show. Her long curls are moving along with her body at every move she makes. 'I banged her last night. She's totally worth it. You should try her.'

'I'm not banging anyone for a while,' I sigh. 'Besides, I don't even know her name.'

'Her name is Amy,' Levi says. 'But why shouldn't you sleep with someone? You're single now. Take advantage from it.'

'I don't need your leftovers,' I say, patting him on the shoulder before I turn to Isaac.

'How are things with you and Nora?' I ask him.

'Good, I guess,' he mumbles.

'What's wrong?'

'I like her,' he sighs. 'I really do, but... I just wish she opened up more. I want her to be herself around me. I know how she can be. She has this fire inside of her, but she doesn't show it when she's with me.'

'She's just a little shy,' I tell him. 'Give it time.'

'Yeah, you'll be screwing her in no time,' Daniel interferes. Isaac laughs and shakes his head.

'We'll see,' he mumbles.

(I kinda feel bad for Caleb😶

But maybe he'll get what he deserves in the end. Who knows?🤷🏼‍♀️)