Summary of Chapter 6 – A pivotal chapter in Living With The Player by Crystal Oduwa
The chapter Chapter 6 is one of the most intense moments in Living With The Player, written by Crystal Oduwa. With signature elements of the Internet genre, this part of the story reveals deep conflicts, shocking revelations, and decisive character changes. A must-read for anyone following the narrative.
"I waited for you." He gritted his teeth annoyed.
"I don't need you to drop me off anymore, I can walk," I replied, clearly not phased.
"I invited you for lunch, you stood me up and now you don't want me to drop me off. I don't know what crazy game you're playing but don't test me." He warned and I scoffed.
Don't test me? What am I? Five? I'm not a kid, you're not my father. You're no one, Dylan. We don't have anything going on nor do we know each other. We're sadly forced to live under the same roof, the connection ends there.
His eyes narrowed down at me. Why can't I keep my mouth shut?
"Why do I feel like there's more to you and me than you're letting on?"
He asks causing my breathing to hitch. I talk a lot, now he's going to probe. He can't know. He mustn't.
CAMILLA
In the next few seconds, he had taken a few steps forward and gripped my hand. In shock, I gasped and wriggled, he held me tighter, and reached for the other, pulling me forward, so I ended up fully in his grip.
This was the guy I'm supposed to stay away from? As I said, that wouldn't be possible.
I cleared my throat, trying to break free from his grip. He wants me to say something, lose my head and voice out so he could smirk in victory. No. I will not give him that much victory.
"Camilla?"
He called in a soft tone. I forgot my decision of merely three seconds ago as my insides were melting into goo at the sound of his voice.
He might have forgotten what happened but I relive it every day, I Try to forget but it seems impossible and being so close to him brings all the feelings back in full force. I can't let him get into my head again, I'm in love with Kyle and not frocking around with another guy. This is wrong. I can't. I shouldn't.
I stomped on his foot. Hard. I channelled all the emotions I was feeling so it'll hurt and it did. He recoiled in pain and I utilized the opportunity running out of the living room without looking back, I took the flight of stairs upstairs, reached the far end of the hallway and ran into mine.
My heart was threatening to jump out of its rib cage,my skin was still tingling from his touch, and my head was filled with memories. This isn't good.
"No..." I muttered crawling to the ground.



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