CEO Of My Heart

My best friend

CAMILLA'S POV

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Even years later, hearing the truth hurts. I always believed that I was a good person, and that was the reason he might have liked me. He was my first everything.

My first kiss, my first orgasm, and the person I first had intimacy with.

He was the person I trusted, and the first boyfriend I ever said 'I love you' to.

"It was all a dare, from the team, and they said if he could date you till the end of high school, each and every one of them will buy him a bottle of liquor and take him out for the night. It was all a dare, Camilla.", "So I was only worth a few bottles of liquor and a night out?" I seethe.

His eyes narrow on me, and he tilts his head, "Yes," I don't know why it hurt so much, but it wasn't because of the bet...

It's because Ashton thinks that's all I'm worth too.

I can see it in his eyes, and they are colder than ever before.

"Thanks," I grit out as I refrain from breaking down in front of him.

My eyes are filled with unshed tears, and I can feel my jaw shaking.

"Your welcome," He's so unbothered, and I hate how unbothered he is.

If I knew someone pulled this with him, friends or not, I would tell him.

"Night," I turn on my heel, leaving his room, "Goodnight, Millie," I can hear the grin in his voice.

I throw myself onto the bed, and let the tears I've held back flow freely.

I grab a pillow, shoving my face into it, and I scream as a sob breaks through me. My chest shakes, and I sob while my heart breaks even more.

Grayson was right, I should have left this alone...but it isn't the fact that he dated me because of a bet, because I thought about it already, it's about Ashton knowing, and thinking it too.

It shouldn't matter, what he thinks is irrelevant anyway.

We aren't friends, we never were.

I wake up with puffy eyes, and my entire face feels swollen.

I slide my feet across the floor as I slip out of the room and across the house into the bathroom, and I wash my face with cold water.

"Good God, I thought you were a monster," a deep voice chuckles lightly as I wipe my face, and I peek over the towel and stare at Grayson, "You don't need to be so rude," I grit out.

He strides in, "I was just trying to lighten up your mood," he smiles, but then it falls away, "Since you were crying all night,", "How did you know?" I ask agape, and he scoffs, "I've known you my entire life, and I've watched you cry, and I have seen what you look like after you cried, and it's exactly what you look like now," he shrugs, and brush past me to brush his teeth.

"So, did you ask him?" he murmurs while his mouth is being filled by the toothpaste. "

“What?” I stay oblivious. All he’s going to say is ‘I told you,’ and I don’t want to hear about it.

He always tells me that, and I’m sick of it because this is my life- not his.

Grayson stares at me through the mirror, his eyes narrowing and for a second he looks like Ashton, but his eyes are a tad darker, and his one dimple is deeper than the other.

It is Grayson, and he is my best friend, but he does try to control me too much. Grayson leans down, spits it out of his mouth and rises it before he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“I won’t say it,” his eyes grin at me, it’s a look that pisses me off because he already knows the truth.

“Then why ask when you already know the answer?” I cross my arms. I fed up that he knows me the best, because even if I want to keep a secret, I can’t because he already knows it. It’s like he shares my mind, but I guess that’s what happens when you grow up with someone and spend most of your time with them.

“Because you need to admit it,” he deadpans, “You cried, and I know you’ll feel better when you talk about it. And you know it too.”

STOP BEING RIGHT!

“I know. I’m just not ready yet,” I shrug and he stretches his arms out, resting his hands on my shoulders, “I will always choose your side, you know that, right?”, “Yes,” I nod, forcing a smile, and he tuts, shaking his head, “Do not force a smile, because it isn’t as beautiful as your real one,” he pinches my chin, winking at me.

“I don’t feel like smiling,”, “Then come with me to my lair,” he points up at the ceiling, acting like a superhero as he holds his chin up high. I giggle, rolling my eyes, “I don’t want to play video games,” I sigh, “Then just come hide with me down there, and I won’t judge if you’re going to cry, or throw the darts into the wall or beat me in call of duty,” he shrugs and shooting things, even just through a screen, sounds perfect to get rid of the tension and hatred coursing through my veins.

“Fine, but I pick the location,” I demand, and he grins, gesturing his hand towards the door, “After you,” he beams and I scoff before heading towards my room. “I thought we were going to the basement,” Grayson deadpans, and I turn in my door, facing him, “I want to get dressed,” His face lights up, “See you down there,” he points at me, and he karate chops the air as he heads towards the basement.

I shut my door, letting out a shuddered breath as I turn, and I jump back into the door as I spot Ashton sitting on my bed.