BitterSweet

Chapter 32

"We have to go tell my parents now." Lauren comes up next to me and grabs onto my arm again.

"I can't." I push her off.

"What do you mean you can't? You have to."

"Not now." I say, pulling away from her hold. I run towards my parents' front door but my whole family has followed Lauren outside and is watching the show.

"Niall, I need your keys." I knew I should've brought my bike and met Lauren here. Instead she picked me up from Zayns place.

"I don't have my truck." He tells me and I look around for it to be sure he's not fucking with me. "Hailee's parents dropped us off, we were actually going to get a ride home from Camila so I guess... Mom, can you take Hails and I home? Mila left and I have no idea why she would do that..." He glares back at me, continuing, "to us."

Sarcastic ass.

"Liyah!" I beg desperately. "Please." Thankfully Aaliyah takes off back inside the house. It doesn't take her long to come back with her keys to her custom Barbie-pink convertible. This is what I've been seduced to, driving around in a pink car to go after my friends with benefits girl so she doesn't hate me for what I've done.

"Shawn!" Lauren shrieks when I run passed her towards Aaliyah's pink fucking car.

"Go get her, Shawn!" Aaliyah cheers. Camila just left and her car isn't that great, especially compared to Aaliyah's. I'm assuming she went home, where else would she go, where else could she go, so I floor it and drive as fast as I can to Niall's place. As I make my way there, the sky begins to darken and it's not long before thunder can be heard.

When I pull up to Nialls house, I'm relieved to see Camila's car is here. But it's backed into the driveway with the trunk open. Why does she have the trunk open? I get out and jog up to her car just as the rain begins to pour. The trunk is empty so I shut it and rush inside the house. "Camila!" I call her name as I run to our room.

Throwing open the door, I look around but I don't see her in here. "Mila?" She's probably in her room so I enter through the bathroom door. I can hear her mumbling on the other side of the door and as I get closer I can hear her more clearly.

"...I understand. Thank you, sir." She's talking to someone? When I get the door open, I see her. She has her back facing me and she's alone in the room but she's on her phone. "Of course." She tells the caller as she ends the call, putting her phone down on her dresser. She grabs some clothes from her dresser drawer and when she turns around, I can see the tears still running uncontrollably down her cheeks. It hurts me to see her like this, knowing it's my fault, that I made her feel this way.

She jumps when she sees me but then continues with her task of shoving her clothes into the bags on her bed as if I'm not standing in the room with her.

"What are you doing here?" She finally asks me as she gathers more personal items. "Shouldn't you be with your fiancé?"

"I came here to talk to you." I watch her closely as she brushes passed me and walks into our bathroom, now gathering her personal belongings from there.

"Well, I have nothing to say to you." She wont even look at me. She grabs everything except the shower gel which is mine because we share it. She said she likes to smell me on her while she's at work. I also liked her smelling like a man while she isn't with me, it lets others know she's not available.

"Camila, what are you doing?" I ask almost exasperated when she puts her toiletries in a smaller bag that's already on her bed.

"What does it look like I'm doing?"
She grabs another bag and starts to fill that one as well. I knew what she was doing but it hits me hard that she's leaving. She's not just leaving, she's leaving me.