Tear Myself Apart // Billie Eilish

Chapter 13

CAMILLA'S P.O.V

"Camilla," Dad called my name from the bottom of the stairs.

"Sir?" I opened my bedroom door and poked my head out.

"Come down here."

I shut my door and went downstairs.

"You have a job interview in two hours."

"For..." I raised my eyebrows.

"The CEO of my company needs a new PA."

I looked at him confusedly. What the hell was a PA?

"A personal assistant."

"Oh."

"And he's desperate. Plus, I'm his boss so he tries to impress me a lot. I'm in charge of the money." He laughed. "You need to dress nicely. Make a good first impression."

"Yes, sir."

-

I crossed my legs, making sure to sit up straight in my chair—which I was not very good at. Mr. Stone stared intently at me. I couldn't tell what he was thinking. Was he trying to think of more questions to ask me? Was he trying to figure out why I answered his questions so horribly? I just didn't know.

"How soon would you be able to start working?"

"As soon as you need me too."

He sighed. "Thank God. Are you good with grammar?"

"Yes, sir."

"Perfect. I need you here at 6:30 a.m. tomorrow with a grande Americano with a double shot of espresso, okay?"

"Yes, sir."

He nodded and opened the door to his office. "Thank you. Have a good day."

"You too." I walked out of his office and got into the elevator. I hated going on elevators alone. It was scary. I clicked the button for the ground floor. The interview went better than I expected. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, checking for a message from Billie. I was kind of offended. I had been on delivered for a day and I'd texted her multiple times. I figured must've been ignoring me. Her last text to me was literally just her telling me that she had a girlfriend.

"I mean... you gonna go or... you look kinda lost." A tall girl that looked to be around my age stepped in. She was very pretty but she looked a little intimidating. She was wearing a black turtle neck with an amber yellow blazer over it along with matching pants. She laughed, bringing me back to reality.

"Yeah. Sorry." I looked down and speed-walked out of the building, my face heating up. That was embarrassing. I hoped I didn't see her again. God.

-

"Jace, where is everybody?" I looked around confusedly.

"Your dad is at work and Alexis is at the park with Chase and Holden. Callie's upstairs."

"Perfect. Thanks." I made my way up the stairs. "Callie," I yelled loudly. "Callieee."

I opened her door and turned the light off to make her mad, laughing as I saw her and some girl playing Minecraft. This bitch had hoes for days, huh? This one at least looked a little more interesting. She was definitely Mexican. She had black hair that went down just past her shoulders and glasses.

"Wow. What's going on in here?"

They both looked up at me and then back at the TV. "That's my sister, Camilla." She nodded towards me. "Camilla, this is Aracelly."

"Cool."

"Uh-huh. You can leave now."

"Bitch. You're obsessed with me until you got somebody over." I rolled my eyes.

"Camilla!" She glared at me. "Get out. That's because you're all I have when nobody else is here."

"I'm gonna remember that."

"Have fun. Shut my door and turn the damn light back on when you leave."

I left the door cracked and then stuck my hand back in the room, turning the light on and off over, and over until she got up and pushed the door. "Ow. Ow. Ow! My arm." I slammed myself into the door and she stumbled back. "Ha-ha." I kicked the door the rest of the way open and turned the light off... just to make sure she knew who ran those upstairs hallways.

"I hate you," she yelled.

"Love you too." I went into my room and left the door open. I didn't know how I felt about the situation. I was glad she had friends but I just hoped she wasn't setting herself up again, because that time I really was going to drag a bitch. The only reason I didn't hunt Tori's dumb ass down and kick her ass is because Callie practically begged me not to. I would not hesitate to drag her ass up and down the stairs if I found Callie like that again.

I turned my phone on and checked for any new messages. There weren't any. Fuck that shit. I threw my phone onto the floor. I shouldn't have ever started talking to her again. She broke up with me. I needed to get over it. I needed to move on.

-

"Camilla, can you come sit down for a minute." My dad nodded to the chair across from him.

"Sure." I sat down.

"Alexis and I were talking."

I nodded.

"And—don't get mad—but we think you might need therapy."

I scoffed. "Say sike."

"I'm being serious. I mean, you obviously have some... anger issues—"

"No, I don't."

"The only reason you even get out of bed in the morning or eat is because of Callie. You've been through a lot. It'll be good for you."

I crossed my arms, sitting back. "What's the point? Why would I want to tell a stranger all of my problems?"

"Will you just try it for a few weeks? Please. I'm really just trying to help you."

"I don't think this is gonna help but whatever. I'll try it." I shook my head.

"Thank you."

I nodded. "Mm-hm. Is that all?"

"Yep. You can go back to... whatever you were doing. Just try to be a little less loud about it."

Loud? What was I even doing? Oh. I was cleaning my room. That could be a little hazardous sometimes. It wasn't my fault.