C4 Camille

I painfully open my eyes when I hear Kyle swear under his breath, though in a low voice. He paces around my room, his phone clutched to his ear.

-Seriously, fuck you! I have nothing more to say to you! he spits.

His phone flies on the pile of cushions spread out on the floor, which I installed last night to prevent him from sleeping on the floor. And also to save us from having to share my bed, which he surely thought was going to be the case if I believe the grimace he pulled after seeing me form a semblance of a mattress at the feet of my bed. It was even less possible that he slept on the sofa, at the risk of suffering a not very warm awakening from my father.

- Was it Rabbit? I asked, stretching, after meeting his shifting gaze. Everything's good ?

- Yeah, great! he replies cynically, in an icy tone.

I remain stoic, still half asleep, not sure I want to argue with him about how he talks to me when I wake up.

"Sorry, it's not against you..." he finally mumbled.

- It's nothing, you have every right to be upset...

I pull the comforter up over me, remembering that I'm in my pajama tank top, without a bra, which is easily detected, while Kyle continues to pace, nervously running his good hand through his hair.

-I don't give a fuck that she fucks another guy, he said, seeming to be talking more to himself than to me. I'm crazy against it, but damn it, not him! Not Rabbit, shit!

He kicks into one of the cushions, which smashes first against my window, then back to the floor. He takes a long breath, then abruptly sits down on the edge of my bed, rubbing his face in his hand.

-Hmm, I'm sorry that he... Well, that he did this to you... I tried to comfort him, not really knowing what else to say or do.

-I'm going to smash that asshole in the face!

He gets up with a sudden movement that makes me jump, then goes looking for his phone between the pillows.

-Take me back to campus! I will seriously kill him!

-Uh... I stammered, a little lost.

Really, that's too much when you wake up.

- Take me back the fuck! he orders me, contenting himself with raising his voice.

A sudden urge to stick one at him comes to me, but I just raise an eyebrow and make him think about what just happened.

-Okay, sorry. Can you take me back, please? he tries again, much more calmly and politely. I can't drive in this bullshit cast.

- Congratulations, there is a clear progress, I carried him by forcing a smile which he imitates exaggeratedly. Turn around.

-For what ?

-Because I have to get up to go change and I'm in pajamas, I point out to him.

His laughter echoes in my room without him obeying me.

-Honey, pajamas aren't going to bother me, don't worry about that.

-Turn around I tell you, fool.

He eventually complied after rolling his eyes. I get up and hurry to grab a T-shirt and a bra from my dresser, but he turns to me, smiling. I blush, putting my forearm on my chest, which can easily be seen pointing under my tank top.

-It's the kind of thing that can quickly make me forget my bad mood... he whispers, turning his back on me again.

- Stop staring!

"Relax a bit," he chuckled.

To avoid causing this discomfort any longer, I grab the first pants that come to hand.

-If I didn't have this shit, he raises, raising his cast, still turned. You would already be screaming my name, on all fours on your bed. Or against your chest of drawers… he thinks as if he really thinks this scenario is possible. Probably both in fact.

-You know what Kyle? I walked up to him fuming. You're a brainless moron!

His smile widens when his gaze falls on my chest, which I expose to him almost proudly.

The bastard, he purposely provoked me to force me to let my guard down and I fell into the trap head first.

"Well done," I swallowed my embarrassment, glancing down at his crotch. Except you're hard on Kyle...

Without the slightest expression, neither surprise, nor embarrassment, nor anything, he in turn examines the bump formed by his underpants before swallowing an amused smile.

-A point everywhere, ball in the center, I decreed, proud of my repartee.

Exaggeratedly rolling hips, I leave my room under his little yellow laugh which I enjoy.

-Fuck chick, I heard her mutter behind my door, which only fuels the enjoyment of my victory.

Once dressed, my tangled bun removed and my teeth brushed, I return to my room, and Kyle. He is calmly planted in front of my window, staring into space, his free hand thrust into his crumpled jeans pocket. He's so absorbed in his thoughts that he doesn't even hear me coming back.

-I'm ready, I say softly so as not to startle him, which is missed.

Her body twitches along with her clenched jaw, then relaxes when she sees me. He smiled weakly at me as he retrieved his phone, clearly hiding something from me.

I don't know what haunts him so much, but it looks fierce.

"Yeah, hmm, actually..." he stutters, looking unusually nervous. I don't particularly want to fight there right away. Well, I'm not really in a state anyway, then I'm not sure it would be of much use anyway...

His voice is hoarse and low, his timbre uncertain. Obviously, he is not comfortable with his own peaceful decision. Which, according to his reputation, should not happen often given his aggressive character which seems to start constantly at quarter turn.

- Glad to hear you say it, I was content to answer, sincere.

- Yeah, cool, he stammers, swallowing a sigh. Brief. So maybe we could... I don't know, go eat something? I'm starving.

Hiding my surprise, convinced that he was going to end up rushing into his embarrassment and running away, slamming the door, or asking me to drop him off somewhere and never speak to him again, I agree to a nod and a smile. That he barely gives me back.

I don't know where his sudden discomfort comes from. He who is usually so pleasant and sure of himself.

Less than twenty minutes later, under his orders, I park his car in front of a fast food restaurant. We place an order and, surprisingly, he refuses that I pay my share.

Who would have thought that Kylian Etienne was the gallant type. Not me anyway.

"Tell me honey," he continues, munching on his fries, while I stop myself from grimacing at the stupid nickname he gives me with a dimple smile. If you let a guy sleep in your room, is there no boyfriend to come and make a scene of jealousy?

- Insightful as a conclusion.

He smiles at me, shoving another handful of fries into his mouth, the last one just emptied.

-For what ? he asks me.

-Why what ? Why don't I have a boyfriend?

Looking serious, he nods. Obviously really intrigued by this topic.

-Let's say that for the moment, I prefer to devote myself to my studies and that I'm not really interested in settling down with someone. I don't have the head for that and then, anyway, there is no one I like.

I shrug my shoulders, finding myself convincing since it's the strict truth, but he doesn't seem to agree.

-It's because you're difficult then, he decrees.

I encourage it to develop by biting into my wrap.

-Seriously Camille, just on campus there must be an army of guys who would dream of fucking you.

Taken aback by his completely natural way of approaching this subject, I blasely shake my head.

-You do not believe me ? he laughs adding ketchup to his tray.

- It's nonsense, I grumbled, uneasy in my turn when he seems to have regained all his legendary confidence. College guys are only attracted to girls...

I'm looking for my words, so as not to frustrate or offend him. The type of girls I'm describing are exactly the ones he enjoys company too.

- Finally, by those who are the type to go to student parties and end up there in their underwear. You see what, I mumbled, looking away.

-It must be said that these girls are funny, he defends them, making me giggle.

He nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders as if it were obvious.

Of course, in college, it more or less is.

- But I see what you mean, he continues, wiping his mouth on his napkin. The thing is, if we're attracted to these girls, it's only to get a hit once or twice, big time.

-And not me? I was almost indignant, while I categorically refuse to fall into this stereotype.

Or quite simply to be that kind of girl, to tell the truth, without any judgment, everyone is free to do what they want.

-You, you're the kind of girl you want to sleep with all the time once you've tasted it, he slices.

Unable to suppress my laughter, feeling my cheeks heat up.

-And what exactly makes you say that?

-You just have to look at your ass, any sane guy would refuse to share it once he tasted it.

-Did you watch my ass? I growled behind my sandwich.

-Your pajama leggings were quite suggestive... he pleads, giving me a stupid wink that makes me roll my eyes. And then I find you damn swollen for someone who has watched my cock.

-What ? I almost choked, both embarrassed and laughing. I absolutely didn't check anything at all!

- How did you know that I had the pole then?

I flush in my seat, trapped as he raises an eyebrow, daring me to contradict him. Then he starts laughing under my eloquent silence.

-If you liked the preview, the rest will surprise you, honey.

- Why would I see the rest? I replied as dryly. I hope you don't imagine we're going to sleep together because I don't want to hurt your poor little heart but, honey, you can always run after me and tell me all the nice phrases you're an expert on, you are far from putting me in your bed.

-In a bed or elsewhere. One thing is certain, we will sleep together one day or another, he persists in believing it.

His gaze gauges me for a moment, while my lower abdomen contracts.

What is this bullshit ?

As if noticing, a grin tugs at his lips.

Shit, how does such a flippant guy get me to flutter like that.

I force a laugh to hide my boiling hormones that seem to be floating in the air, caught off guard by my body's own reaction to him.

- Always dream Etienne, I finally manage to say.

He smiled more as he stretched his leg, letting his foot brush mine.

-Your body is burning with desire, my dear, the whole room noticed it, he whispers, exaggerating in a suave voice. You're dying to have me take you on that table right now.

I give him wide eyes to suppress his Chartiez language, glancing at the rest of the fast food. Fortunately, no one is watching us. I push my feet back under the seat, which makes him laugh.

-We will never sleep together, forget it, I insisted.

-Okay, it's up to you. You will have excited me with your pretty little ass but I'll get over it, too bad for you beauty.

-There are plenty of other pretty little asses, don't worry.

- Things like yours are rare, he laughs, his dimple far too visible.

What a jerk.