Victim I
Camila's POV
I skipped breakfast far too heartbroken to eat let alone face the man I hated with all my heart.
Instead I told Marco I needed to be at school on a Sunday morning for the school play rehearsals.
It was partly true, except for the part where I needed to be there. I didn't but I'd rather spend my day cooped up in an auditorium with out of tune theater kids than the asshole and his little bitch.
Speaking of the assholes little bitch, I'd ran into Greta as I was leaving my bedroom. She'd come out of Alejandro's room, and before he could follow, I ran downstairs and out of the house, not giving them the time of day.
They could screw themselves... or each other for all I cared.
Despite the anger, the thought made my skin crawl and my insides feel like they were being burnt alive.
But I'd rather burn myself alive than make a scene and give them that satisfaction.
Last night was special, or so I thought before Alejandro proved to be a two timing man whore.
Ugh- I can't believe I fell for it, for him all to feel used, abandoned and cheap afterwards.
He'd ruined it for me.
"Did you get your calculus test back?" Marco voice slices through the deafening silence in the car as he pulls up to the front of the school.
I shrug and look out the window towards the parking lot where I see William exit his car and walk towards the front door. "Not yet." I murmur distractedly, waving at William as he passes by.
He stops and turns, sending me a smile and waving back.
William wouldn't ever dare of treating me like Alejandro did. He'd worship the ground I walked on.
"Who is that?" It's then that Williams gaze moves to the man next to me and he quickly turns and walks into the school building.
With an annoyed sigh, I turn towards Marco who's staring after William, his brows furrowed. "He's my literature professor."
"You seem very familiar with each other." He draws moving to look at me.
"I've known Mr. Westbrook for a while now." I offer as Marco nods, his eyes searching my face.
It was true, I had known William for years.
Five years to be exact.
Although he was a relatively new professor at our school, prior to his role as a permanent professor, he was on the board and an occasional teaching assistant.
Our arrangement, however, was somewhat new. It started a few months after my eighteenth birthday but I'd known him for much longer.
I first met him in ninth grade. He would accompany me to all my performances, competitions, interviews and events as a chaperone since mamá couldn't.
The school had assigned him to me after realizing that mamá couldn't keep up with the demand, and since the school was benefiting off the publicity I was bringing, William was their solution.
All that time we spent together had given me the chance to get to know William. He was never flirty or outright inappropriate, he was just nice and caring which was why I felt so comfortable around him.
It was also part of the reason why our relationship formed into what it did. I knew William, and so when he had shown interest in me earlier this year, I was comfortable enough with him to start something.
Marco hums, his face skeptical.
"He's harmless." I reason, opening my door and moving towards the school. "Trust me."
. . .
"He did what?!"
I swallow the mouthful of rice and look up at Divy who's now abandoned her wiping. "He just left."
Her eyes widen as she frowns, looking down. Her hands are planted on her hips, her rag abandoned on the island between us.
"Well, I highly doubt he would leave you for her. This morning at breakfast she was so rude and Mr.Gonzalez had exploded at her, in front of everyone." She mumbles before leaning closer and peering around us. "To be quite honest it doesn't look like a healthy relationship at all."
I stop devouring my food to send her a deadpanned look. "That's because they're not in a real relationship... Billion dollar business deal to convince grandpa wrinkly balls to push the deal? Remember?" I say before snapping into the air."Come on Divy, keep up."
Divy shakes her head. "Sorry Cam, your life is way to much for me to keep up with." She sighs and I pout up at her but nod nonetheless.
She was right. My life was one clusterfuck of a reality show. One full of embarrassment and meltdowns.
But Divy was still a good listener, who never made me feel like shit for the things I did. Which was why she was the only person I was okay with spilling all the details of Alejandro's and I's situationship.
Of course I didn't tell her all the details.
"But yeah, he left me to go sleep next to her." I mumble while Divy purses her lips eyeing me weirdly.
"No he didn't." She states causing me to snap my head up to hers, urging her to continue which she does. "I walked into his office this morning for clean up and he was passed out on the sofa." She shrugs.
My eyes narrow skeptically. "Really?"
"I woke him and he was still in his work clothes," she shakes her head as if recalling the events. "He looked so tired as he asked me to check his bedroom and make sure Greta was gone."
I smash that sliver of hope that blooms in my chest at the knowledge he didn't sleep with her.
It didn't matter. He could've stayed, but he didn't.
Besides I found it hard to believe that he stayed away all day. Perhaps he'd gotten what he wanted from her and then left to finish working. Because that's all an asshole like Alejandro cares about; making money and using women for their bodies.
Either way I was done emotionally investing myself in him. Maybe he didn't sleep with Greta but believing the best in someone that kept letting you down was emotionally draining and bad for my mental health.
I shrug, "I hope he had a terrible sleep."
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