SHAYLA'S P.O.V
Cameron returned the next day. And then the next. And the next too. And the next as well.
It took four days for us to go through half of my proper paintings - the paintings that weren't scribbles or done on rough pages. Four days for me to realize that I felt something for Cameron.
SHAYLA'S P.O.VIt was four in the afternoon. Everyone who had partied last night had a hangover. We had somehow crawled back to our cars and had returned to our respective houses. Bryan and I had stumbled back to our house at six in the morning, and had gone straight for breakfast. Baba had shot us a questioning glance and I had blurted out "Caira's big project party". Thankfully, he had believed it, and we had sat there, while sweet Diana made me eat as many pancakes I could stuff in my stomach. Zeke kept glaring at us, and Bryan had accidentally on purpose kicked him from under the table."Oh, sorry, just had more to drink than what I had
SHAYLA'S P.O.VI woke up with a familiar sense of sadness and the familiar sense of resentment bubbling up in my chest.But it was a very welcome feeling, much better than the self-pity I had allowed myself to wallow in last night. I felt so sorry for myself yesternight, wasted so much time in feeling bad for myself. I was also scared, so scared for accidentally showing Cameron a very vulnerable side of me.After returning home with Cameron, I had beelined straight to my room, but sleep had no intentions of embracing me. I felt so shitty that I had gone back to the kitchen & polished up tubs & tubs of ice cream - one after another. I felt quite sick after gobbling up the third tub of ice cream, but I pushed it down my throat nonetheless, my own, personal form of torture.You are disgusting. You should be ashamed. The words seemed to haunt me all night, keeping me tossing & turning in bed. All I needed was a rescue, j
SHAYLA'S P.O.V "Woah, woah, woah, where are you going in such a hurry?" Bryan mumbled, as he set his cup of tea aside & I settled into the seat in front of him, shoving two biscuits into my mouth at record speed."Cameron left his wallet here yesternight. I am going to his house to return it." I replied, curving my fingers around his porcelain cup and pulling it towards me, washing down the biscuits with a huge gulp of tea."You are going out to return something to someone who left it here?" Bryan spoke in disbelief and I ran my hand through my hair for the last time, a shot of relief passing through me as I took a last glance at myself. Excellent."Yes. Come on, it's not that unbelievable," I spoke up, picking up my bag,"is it?""It is." Bryan replied, setting aside the newspaper he was reading,"What is Cameron doing to you?"
21 | AN ABUNDANCE OF EXES : IICAMERON'S P.O.VAfter suffering through some too long minutes of Amber talking non-stop, I was just about ready to jump off the nearest cliff.But when Amber's hand snaked up to my face – only for her thumb to brush tenderly against my cheek, I was abruptly shaken out of my thoughts.I half expected myself to lean into her touch – but when I recoiled from it, staggering back one step & Shayla's thoughts flooded my mind ; I knew that my heart had finally healed properly – but wi
SHAYLA'S P.O.V"Stanley." I exclaimed in surprise and horror, the delicious sensation of Cameron's body against mine slowly slipping through my fingers like sand at the sight of Stan."Shayla?""...You're the friend Cameron invited here.""Yes."I bit back my tongue, trying hard to not explode. I could feel the storm of emotions surging within me - demanding to be let out."Good," I spoke up breathily, feeling Stan's eyes on me,"En
10 | FRIENDS' DAY OUT - PART ONESHAYLA'S P.O.V"He wouldn't even spare me a single glance. Not even a single, fucking, glance." I mumbled into the phone as Caira let out a amused hum on the other side."Oh wow, that man has some serious - very seriously strong will power. I admire him.""I am very frustrated because of him.""Come on, chill, Shay. There are plenty of other fishes in the sea - I bet we could even find some who a
37 | REMINISCENT REGRETSSHAYLA'S P.O.V"I am sorry if I am kissing you too much. I can't help it," Cameron mumbled, fluffing his quiff once."Apologising for kissing?" I let out a short laugh,"Only a fool would not want to kiss you," I said, running a hand through his curls, my gaze fixed on him,"And I do not intend to be a fool.""And I intend to be a man who believes in miracles – in miracles like you."I was very well aware of our position, but did I care? No.For the first time in m
SHAYLA'S P.O.VMy OMG-I-KISSED-CAM fever was, like most of the things, popping up in my head, over & over again – due to my overthinking trait, which was very dominant, much to my dismay.Bryan & Caira had assured me that the kiss won't ruin things between us and that I had no need to freak out so much and think of commitment right away.But what they had failed to understand was that I was scared of the dangerous feelings that had unfurled in my ribcage a