CAMILLA's POV.
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I Slammed the door making a light thud, clutching the straps of my bag tightly to my back.
I walked up through the stairs, today was just as bad as the former.
He had paid my fees, why does he have to?
I turned the knob of my door to the side and walked into the room as I dropped my bag on the bed.
A sigh escaped my lips as I walked over to the mirror, I drew my top to the side and stared at the hickey Lucas caused on my skin.
I brought my fingers up slowly tracing the mark which was turning red already.
I closed my eyes as his face invaded my thought.
I bit my lips, I'm falling for him, he's making me fall for him.
But I can't, I hate him and he hates me too, the feeling is mutual.
I needed to refresh my mind and what I needed was a cold bath.
I pulled m
