Replaceable III
Camila's POV
"What?" He stops, his face falling completely, and for a moment I feel bad for him. "But... We can still remain friends right?" I internally roll my eyes.
Yet on the outside, I plaster on a sweet smile. "Of course." The man was the only reason I was passing literature, and I didn't need anyone up my ass for yet another missed class.
He smiles, his white teeth flashing as he steps forward and wraps his arms around me, burying his head in my hair and inhaling deeply.
I push him off and hastily cast a glance around us to make sure no one's around. I debate snapping at him and then going back to lunch with my friends but stop myself when I realize I needed something from him.
"Anyways." I interject as we continue down the hallway towards his office, "I was hoping you'd let me redo the test I missed last week. I was sick." I frown, the lie slipping off my tongue effortlessly, despite knowing that I'd purposely skipped it.
William shuts the door to his office once we get in and turns towards me with pursed lips. "I can't let you do the test," he slides his glasses up his nose. "It would be very unethical."
I hold back the biggest eye roll. The man was a pushover, yet the biggest tight ass sometimes. It's not like he's never done it before.
But it was always the same cycle, he'd say no and it'd take a little convincing to get him to give in. I'm surprised he has yet to catch onto the pattern.
"I-I just thought I'd try." With a nod in faux understanding, I bite my bottom lip and walk closer to him. "You know, since I can't go on the spring break trip to Miami without it."
"You won't be coming?" He tries to mask his disappointment, but does a poor job.
I wasn't going either way. School trips are not my thing, and even if I wanted to go, it would be impossible, seeing as my life is run like a prison.
But William didn't have to know that.
A sigh escapes my lips. "Students who don't meet the minimum average aren't allowed to go. And I won't be able to meet the average if I fail the test, remember?" I offer, watching as his brows furrow, unhappily.
"And to think, we would have had some alone time together in Miami, away from everyone's prying eyes." I step forward and play with his tie as I force a dreamy tone to my airy voice. "You know, go for dinner or a midnight swim."
His eyes dart down to my lips and he visibly gulps."A swim?"
"Yeah!" I beam up at him. "And I had this perfect bikini-I definitely wouldn't be allowed to wear it here because I'm told it barely covers anything, but I figured since it would be just me and you it would be fine, right?"
His face grows red and his breathing increases, no doubt picturing me in it, "Yeah. Totally fine with me." He whispers, his voice coming out lower than usual.
I had him and oh, how easy it was.
"But, I guess we can't always get what we want." I then take a step back and shrug in defeat. "I'll just hang out at home all spring break." And with that, I turn to make my way towards the door.
It's only when I take two steps that I hear him turn around as his frantic voice fills my ears. "Wait!"
I smile before turning around and plastering a curious look on my face.
He steps closer to me."How about I just give you a passing grade. You don't have to do the test." He mutters.
"Really? You would do that for me, William?" I breathe.
The man nods, albeit hesitantly and I know that for this to work, I need him fully on board. "But I-I couldn't possibly ask you to do such a thing." My voice grows timid as I look to the ground.
The sound of his footsteps echo through the hardwood floors and stops once he's able to cup my cheek. "Please let me do this for you, Camila." He pleads, the desperation clear in his voice. "It would mean the world to me if we got to spend time together in Miami."
I smile, ignoring the way my gut turns knowing that all he wants is to see me in that little bikini that doesn't exist.
I push past the revulsion and beam up at him. "Great, thanks!"
I spin around and walk out of the room without another word.
Like I said. I wasn't going on that damn trip.
. . .
The final bell rings and before I can even make it to my locker, Mason is at my side, eyeing me skeptically.
"What did Mr. Westfield want?" He hovered over me as I stuff my things into my bag.
I knew he didn't like William and I's relationship, even going as far as to call it creepy, which was why I never told him just how close William and I were.
To Mason, William was just a tad bit more attentive to me as a student.
"I was writing a test I missed." I shut my locker and start to make my way out of the school with Mason in tow.
"And why would he personally come find you?"
I roll my eyes. "Because I'm his favourite student?"
"Umhm, I bet you're a little more than just his favourite student." He mumble, side glancing me.
I narrow my eyes at him. "What's that supposed to mean?"
He rolls his eyes, nudging my elbow with his. "I'm saying that I'm not blind. The man basically gets hard anytime you smile at him." I can sense a hint of worry in his voice and I withhold a sigh.
There was nothing wrong with William and I's relationship. We were genuine friends before all this playing around stuff. I felt comfortable with him and at the end of the day, I had all the control.
I was fine.
"Not that it's any of your business but nothing's going on. Besides-"
"Besides you've got your eyes on another man, yeah, yeah I know." He finishes, nodding towards the parking lot over my shoulder. "Speaking of rich, hot men-"
"Could you stop cutting me off-"
"See you tomorrow." He speaks, cutting me off once again. "Hopefully he's able to pull that stick out of your ass and replace it with something bigger." He smiles as he turns to walk away from me and towards the back parking lot. "A good fuck should wash all that bitchiness away."
"Fuck you." I spit back, sending him the finger.
He sends me a wink. "Love you too."
I scowl at the back of his head before his words sink in and when they do my head turns to the direction of the front parking lot towards the black convertible parked along the front curb.
The top's off and I instantly recognize it to be the one that Alejandro and I ride in from time to time.
And there, leaning against it in a crisp white dress shirt with crossed arms, is Alejandro eyeing me behind those black shades.
A small sigh escapes my lips and despite my heart momentarily stopping, I make a show of rolling my eyes as I approach him, forcing my eyes away from his figure and how attractive he looks.
I wasn't going to think about the way he wore his dress shirt or the way his arms were bulging as he crossed them.
Dammit. I did it anyways.
I don't speak as I near him nor does he speak to me. He merely grabs my backpack from my hand and holds open the passenger side door with the other one.
It's only when he shuts my door, tosses my backpack in the trunk and walks towards the drivers side that I look up to see him staring back at me.
He doesn't look upset. He doesn't look furious at me.
And most importantly, he doesn't look like he's going to be dropping to his knees and showering me with apologies.
But the look I do catch on his face makes me slightly nervous because he does look like he's had enough of my behaviour.
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