Living With The Player novel Chapter 2

MINUTES LATER

Dad's car came to a halt at a huge mansion, we all got out. In times like this, I was thankful that I was an only child because I can't imagine what would become of us if mom and dad had more children. That's a shitty thing to say. True, but still shitty. I shook my head realizing this was Dylan's fault. He's not here yet still affects me. It's his fault for sure.

Dad dialled a number and seconds later, the gate was opened automatically for his car to end. Very nice.

Dad parked his car in the garage, I stepped out slowly with the two things I could grab before rubbing, my phone which was the cause alongside my participation and I also grabbed my hoodie when I went upstairs, I can't remember why did, but I'm glad. I couldn't live without it. I'd shut down if it got consumed in the fire. It's not exactly my hoodie, something borrowed which I may never return.

Seconds later, the door clicked open and a middle-aged man who was a replica of Dylan walked out. This is where he got every from. Behind him was a beautiful woman who looked nineteen, but I bet she was Dylan's mother.

"Emerton," Dad called out fondly as they shook hands. Here comes the awkwardness.

"I'm sorry it has to be like this but you three are welcome to stay for as long as you like." His mom announced.

Mom nudged my elbow as a sign for me to speak up.

"Hi, good evening Sir, ma'am. I'm Camila, It's nice meeting you " I greeted with a smile amidst everything that happened tonight.

"You make me feel so old." They said as I smiled. They seem open.

"You all must be tired, we should get inside, you need rest." Mrs Emerton announced as I clutched my things walking into the house.

I hadn't seen any sign of Dylan maybe my prayers were answered after all. Who knows? He might have gotten sucked in a wormhole.

"We're gonna talk to your dad Camila, you can take any room after the first one upstairs, that one belongs to Dylan." Mr Emerton instructed. I nodded slowly and went in. The house was bogus, I analyse the decor while trailing up the stairs.

I walked past the first room, almost tempted to take a peak. Almost.

I decided to stay as far away from him as possible so I picked the one at the end of the hall.

The room was huge with a cute bed in the middle. I didn't have time to admire the decor. I took off my clothes carefully dropping my phone on the table and went straight into the shower. The burns didn't hurt that much, the pain killers the paramedics offered kicked in at light speed.

I didn't know how long I took in the shower because I needed it. In there I squatted and thought about my current life situation as the water brushed down my hair.

When I stepped out, I tied the towel a little loosely across my chest, turned around then tried tying my wet hair in a small bun.

With my hands lifted in the air, the knot on the towel got loose and fell.

"Hey, Pretty."

"Oh no..." I thought as he cocked his head to my side, daring to take a step forward even.

"We go to the same high school right?" He asked. I exhaled in relief before nodding my head.

"Knew it. In that case, I'll see you tomorrow, please don't go blabbing to everyone that we live together. I'd prefer if that's kept between us. Got it?"

It wasn't much of a question than a command. He thought too highly of himself, then of course very lowly of me. I was a nobody, the scandal it'll bring him when his flings find out he was living under the same roof with me. He'd have to do a lot of explanations, I'd be saving him a lot of stress if I simply kept my mouth shut. A little part of me extremely wanted to blab, just to taunt him, and for the fun of it then maybe for a little spotlight myself. I don't know okay.

I simply scoffed in response, shoving him the finger.

"Trust me, I'd love to. It's easier since we're under the same roof, I'm just a few doors away, whenever you're ready" He responded before turning away.

"Lest I forget, very nice ass by the way." He clicked his tongue, I gasped and reached for a pillow, tossing it at him at the same time he slammed the door causing it to hit against the door instead. I huffed, crossed my arms then fell on the bed. Playing with my hair while contemplating my current life choices. It's only for a few weeks, then I'll leave this shit hole, I'll leave him.

"So much for fucking avoiding him then," I muttered, stood up, took a few steps to lock the door, then I freely removed the towel.

I checked the closet since rich people loved to keep robes in there, and there were some clothes, but they looked like guy's clothes, this room was occupied before it seemed. Since I had no choice, I brought them down, tossing a few on the bed to make my pick. I would have to manage them for the night, I put on a simple T-Shirt which reached my knee. Since it covered half my body, there was no need for shorts.