Camila p. o. v
“Where are you.” I choose to ignore the message glaring at me. I’ve received tons of missed calls and messages from this same person.
The man I’ve grown to love with every fiber in my being, it stared as plain admiration and flared into fully grown love.
Matthew, yes him.
I want to be alone to process my thoughts, I’ve had feelings for Matthew since I was sixteen. My heart picks him, since I was little, I’ve always had him in my heart, yet he doesn’t seem to notice.
He’s here to pick me up from school as usual, but must be pissed and worried as he couldn’t find me. I had replied one of his messages telling him I needed to be left alone, but he’s not having it and kept on blaring my phone with messages and calls.
‘I’M TRACKING YOU.” He threatened.
No! That’s not an empty threat, he meant what he said, he has done it before, and he will do it again.
Again, I chose to ignore him, and put my phone aside. He’s not going to be a distraction to me today, I have assignments that I have to catch up on.
I was jotting down on my notes, books scattered on the desk as I was busy with my research work. I didn’t want to miss any relevant features.
“Have you got a partner for the case study?” I snap my head towards the girl sitting next to me.
She has medium-length sandy brown hair, brown eyes, and pale ivory skin. A smile spreads across her lips.
Now that I think about it, I haven’t gotten a partner yet, among my classmates, she’s the first to boldly ask me to join her team.
It our second semester, of our third year and I still don’t have any close friends. Being the Alfonso princess, as they have labelled me in school, is quite frustrating. It either some of the girls are too afraid to approach me, or the reasons some approach is for their benefits.
Hoping to have a glimpse at my brother, Marco. Marco Alfonso.
The fact that some of these girls, whom are obviously scared, would risk their heads just to get close to him.
Since I couldn’t get a genuine friend on campus, I decided to stay off the crowd. And that is one of the best decisions I’ve made for myself.
“Of course.” I replied with a tight smile.
“I’m Olivia, by the way. But you can call me Livia, that’s what my friends calls me.” She extends her hand to shake hands with me, and I accepted it.
Friends, That’s a luxury I never had.
“Camila.” I smiled, this time happily.
“I know.” She grins.
Of course, she does, I mean who in this College doesn’t know who I am. The Alfonso princess, spoiled brat and arrogant girl.
I return her smile with a tight one, not wanting to pass on that I’m actually the arrogant girl they assumed I was.
“Can I have your number?” She asks, already stretching out her phone to me. “So we can discuss the time and place of our meeting for the project work.” She rushed out, explaining, smiling sheepishly.
“Oh, sure.” I took the phone and key in my digits.
“I will text you.” She trails off when her eyes focus on something.
“Oh my God! He’s so handsome.” Olivia gasped.
“Look at all those muscles, and…and the colorful tattoos.” Other adds dreamily.
I didn’t notice earlier the once silent library has broken into quiet murmurs, and giggling. Everyone was staring at a particular spot and blushing, I followed their stares and….
I gasped, my breath cutting short in my throat. Standing there causing this commotion is Matthew, he didn’t even seem bothered about the attention and fans he has gained from my schoolmates.
His eyes were already on me, hard and cold as usual.
He did track me, I knew he would. Maybe I wanted he to.
“Camilla.” His thick, hoarse voice bounced off the library walls. His gaze scanning me and the girls beside me, he knew I was ignoring him but still wants to take precautions that is searching for any possible danger.
I bite my lower lip, finding it difficult to form words. My head went blank, going mute even, I just stare back at him.
He took predatory steps towards me, as he moves all eyes follows. We became the center of attention, and once again I’m going to be a topic of discussion in campus for the next week or two.
“We are leaving.” I didn’t protest, standing up and gathering my book into my bag and follow behind him like a lost puppy.