Mistakenly Fallen

12. I am perfect even in my subconscious

The lights inside the house that had the bold Greek Letters of Alpha Psi Gamma, listed outside the mansion, burned low as blue LED lights submerged over the walls of the house, created an euphoric environment around the house, as young boys and girls stood in corners or in the middle of the mansion, dancing and drinking, with some resting on the different sides of the house, probably laying down under the influence of drugs and Camila’s theory was most probably confirmed when she came across Fess, who was sitting with his friends with his hands spread like an eagle on both sides of his body and his eyes rolled in to the back of her skull.

Two tall boys, passed by Camila’s side, eyeing her down head to toe and looking at the other girls around the house and the way they were dressed so casually, Camila realized that she had definitely over done it with the red lipstick and stood out in the entire crowd.

She had dressed up for a night club but ended up in a place that had the same vibes as a cheap brothel.

Feeling stumbled by her own presence, she held her jacket firmly over her body and made her way further inside the house, passing by the staircase.

Seeing how people sat on the stairs in pairs and made out with each other, not caring that someone’s feet touched their mingling heads, whilst their feet hit on to someone else’s leeching faces, made Camila only wish one thing, that she didn’t have to use the stairs to find Jeremy, for whom she had come in looking for.

He was the one who invited her over to the party and she wished to having find him before the night ended so that she would have someone to talk to through the entire situation of her brothers hijacking her sorority.

She only had Jeremy in the entire university to rely on and had no one else with whom she was that comfortable in sharing a conversation with.

With Jeremy, it just came naturally to her, given to his overly irritating behavior of course.

Walking in to the living room, she found herself standing in front of the passage way towards the pool area and walked through the sliding glass door and felt disgusted at how people were even f*****g each other openly in that pool.

Camila could right off many were pissing in that same pool as well.

Sensing that she might not find Jeremy there as well, Camila turned to her left to leave but paused when she spotted a bean chair, placed at the corner of the pool area.

She felt a tight knot engulfing her heart as she saw Jeremy sitting on that bean bag with a girl sitting on Jeremy’s lap, with her back face turned towards Jeremy, as the two made out.

Camila wasn’t sad that Jeremy was with someone.

No! the only thing that saddened her was the fact, that everyone had someone in their life to pass some time with.

Some had a friend.

Some had flings.

Some had a boyfriend or a girlfriend.

Some people, just had the courage to talk to others for a night and go ahead and lay back down and have s*x with others for a night.

Camila had none of these in her life.

She saw as Jeremy pulled back from the girl and whispered something in a voluptuous way in to the girl’s ear.

She immediately got off his lap and Jeremy got up, obviously in the hopes of leading the girl to the bedroom.

As he walked towards the sliding door, his eyes came across Camila, who found herself standing in the middle of the entrance.

“Oh hey Santiago!” Jeremy cheered as he looked at her, “Glad you made it.”

Camila held a smile on her face, “I hoped you’d show me how to socialize.”

“Yeah, well… sorry! In the middle of socializing myself. Just hang around for a while, someone will come to socialize with you.” He laughed, keeping a hand around the girl’s shoulder and walked past Camila, rendering her alone and feeling pathetic.

She didn’t want to stay in that house, where she had come for one purpose only.

She assumed that Jeremy was a good friend of hers but she was deeply mistaken.

There was no friend for her, on whom she could rely on in times where she felt old.

Getting out of the sorority, she walked mindlessly on to the streets, having no idea where her mind was taking her involuntarily.

Her mind was submerged in the fact, whether or not in her life, if she will ever be able to actually grasp the concept around making friends with people.

Even if she would ever have someone with whom she could share how her heart feels high at times and at times low.

She had seen and idolized so many friendships around her.

To begin with, her father, Alejandro and his best friend Anthony; they were best friends for as long as they could remember and they had actually grown in to become a family. Many people didn’t even know that Anthony and Alejandro weren’t actually related by blood.

Then her mother, Rachel and her best friend Rebecca, who was always there for her mother, whenever she felt low and her mother was also always there for Rebecca, who was saved by Rachel at her lowest point in life.

Then, she had seen Nicholas her own brother and Salvador. They were incredibly close to one another and shared all of their secrets.

Lucas and Vincent, also went along pretty nicely and could be dubbed as each other’s best friends.

Camila had just known that whenever each one of the two best friends, would be feeling low, the other would just show up and things would become better.

She waited around her whole life for that person to show up that made things better but it just scathed her heart that she didn’t have that person.

She felt startled, as she found herself standing by the outskirts of her campus, making her realize that she had walked all the way towards that side all on her own, submerged deep in to her thoughts.

She breathed out in exhaustion and looked in front of her, finding herself in front of the back side of the campus, that had the campus bar and other utility stores and small time cafes and some other printing shops, built up around that corner of the campus.

Camila had never been to that place before and she only wondered, how she found herself to be on that place.

The bar was built in a small shop and held solid opaque walls, making sure that no one could see inside the bar from the outside. Even the door of the bar was tinted black to avoid any sort of distortion to the public that came in to the bar.

She looked up at the board that read, ‘SUB’ on it.

She smiled looking at it and immediately getting on to the acronyms that stated ‘Stanford University Bar’, instead of just being a word as such as Sub.

She saw a professor from a different department and his beau walk out of the university and she knew that he lived close by as she had come across him in some of the convenience stores nearby the place.

As he closed the door behind him, Camila could tell that it wasn’t much crowded inside the bar, as most of the students had already left for spring break and other students only gathered around the bar on weekends that also for slam poetry and a game of pool.

She rubbed the bridge of her nose, contemplating the fact that she had come so far and wondered if she should get inside the bar or not.

She had come out of the house in the hopes of getting to drink, so she should get the courage to get inside.

The walls of the bar were kept opaque for a reason. Camila had heard that everyone inside the bar, irrespective of their age were served if they showed their student ID card.

Grabbing out her phone from her jacket’s pocket, she looked at the time and noticed that it was only thirty passed eleven, which meant that she needed to be away from her sorority and find a shelter for at least the next four hours.

As she walked towards the bar, she felt a hand extended ahead of her and her eyes bulged out, as she looked up to see one of her father’s spy standing in front of her and prohibiting her from getting inside.

“I am sorry, I refrained myself previously as well from stopping you from getting inside that fraternity but I can not hold myself back from letting you go inside that bar.”

“How dare you… who the hell do you think you are…?”

She turned around her and found many other such guards, dressed up in a black suit and acting stealth, who had quite seemingly followed her throughout her entire route.

“It is your father’s orders and…”

“Then go and tell my father that I moved away from him to be free of his commands and orders. I didn’t want to live in a cage and if he had ordered you to stay discreet than stay that way and never show me your face again. I am going inside that bar and don’t you dare stop me, because if you do so, you might please my father for once but I will make sure to have him fire you. Now, you can either keep your job and mind your business or be a rule follower because I know the latter sucks the most because I have been exactly that my entire life. Your job is to keep me safe, just do that and nothing more.”

With that Camila stepped ahead and paused for a moment, sensing no movement from the guard, who simply stepped back as well, sensing that Camila was in no mood to be stopped.

She knew that he realized the fact that he had pissed her off and he wouldn’t dare to follow her inside the bar but he wasn’t going to move his butt from the outside as well as his top priority was still keeping Camila safe and he was going to perform that part of the duty to the fullest.

It wasn’t a necessity for Camila to go in to that bar but somewhere between being agitated by being told what to do her entire life and always following the rules, there was a thin line in her mind that she never dared to cross.

A line that was a devious side of her that she never dared to explore.

A devious side that encouraged her to be a rebel and break all the rules.

When she stepped out of her sorority, she was in the mood to do something recalcitrant, something that would be mutinous and mark her down with the fact that her guts were full of discountenance.

She had been a good girl for a long time, it was finally about time she broke the rules.

Opening up the door to the bar, she walked in and was welcomed by a cool breeze of the air conditioner that was turned inside the bar.

She looked to her right and saw a small pair of staircase leader towards the upper story of the bar, that was built only on the half structure of the map and floated in the air, on the entire wooden interior.

She found the bar to be relatively empty and only a few groups of students, she presumed were sitting around the place in groups.

She scoffed to her pathetic self once again as she realized that everyone had friends except for her.

She directly went towards the counter of the bar and slumped down on the one of the empty stools.

A lean bartender, walked towards her. He was mid heightened, with his hair resting on his head in a sharp puff fashioned over his head. His blue eyes sparkled under the twinkling bar lights and his sharp jawline held on to his contours and straight nose, as he stood right in front of Camila.

“What can I get you?” he asked in a sassy tone looking at Camila’s attire.

“Just a beer I guess.” She shrugged at him with a sense of thought.

“Would you like your order now or are you waiting for someone?” he asked in a tone of interest and Camila laughed out loud at him.

He gave her a notorious look, wondering if the woman was in her right mind.

“Oh, wait! You weren’t kidding.” Camila bit her tongue, as she realized that the bartender was looking at her with an obnoxious look covering his entire face.

“Yeah! And what you just did there, gave me the answer of my own question.”

Camila sighed and slumped down on the bar, as the bartender, filled her a pint of beer.

“I really have zero socializing skills.” She mumbled to her own self and the bartender laughed out loud.

“Are you just discovering that now.” He chuckled and placed the mug full of foamy beer in front of Camila.

“Can I see some ID?”

She nodded and opened up the student ID document on her phone.

“Hmm, not a lot of geniuses have it saved on their phones.”

“Huh! Well, I have one quality still in me, I am smart.” Camila picked up her mug and cheered it to the bartender, reading the name on his badge.

“Benjamin!” she called him out, just as he had turned around to clean up some tables.

He turned back and his eyes bulged out at the fact that Camila had already finished through her first pint.

“Can I get a refill?” she gave him a toothy grin and he wondered what the girl might be suffering from.

“Are you… alright?” he asked, as he filled her mug again.

“Where do I begin from?”

And just like that, finishing mugs after mugs of beer, Camila told her entire life’s story to Ben, who didn’t care about the empty tables that needed to be cleaned, as gradually the bar began getting empty, until only a few people were left around the place and Camila had gotten behind the counter to help ‘Ben’, as she had begun calling him, serve the upcoming customers.

“Girl! If I were you, I would’ve punched and pounded that b***h Jessica, how do you tolerate that snake tongue split ended two faced bitch.”

“I know right! I tolerate people like Jessica, I am a good person, right?”

“Of course you are girl! And your brothers, how could they…!”

Benjamin rose a point that sparked a zest of enthusiasm in Camila’s heart that urged her to reveal more about her life to Ben.

“Exactly, like they are equally to be blamed for my anger and I am not forgiving them so easily.” She laughed out loud, clearing up one of the tables that had just been emptied by a group of customers.

“You know, I have a list of names and my brothers name just got highlighted in that list.”

“Girl! What is that list about?”

“About those who have hurt me. Karma will hit them and if it didn’t! I will become their karma.” Camila grunted lowly and Benjamin cooed to try and cheer Camila on.

“You sound so mystique.” Benjamin chuckled and Camila laughed along with him.

“But at the same time, I think you are stupid.”

“What? I… I am stupid? How?”

“You just spent your entire life wasting around and waiting for good things to come to you and look at where you are today, in a hot dress, looking smocking bomb, helping a stranger bartender, clean tables up. Girl, you can do better than this. You can totally score a ten on ten d**k, what the hell are you doing here?”

Camila grunted lowly and threw her head on the counter.

“I don’t want to think about a d**k right now! I just want to drink.”

With that she filled herself another pint of beer.

“The way you have been chugging on beer all night, do you even have any cash on you?”

Benjamin rose a valid point and Camila took out a black card out of her jacket’s pocket.

“You miser.” She blew a raspberry at him, passing the card down to Benjamin, who had his mouth hanging open.

“You are seriously wasting your time and your life. If I had a life like you, I would be swinging on d***s and…”

“As I said, a d**k is the last thing I want to think about in life.”

“Why? Are you a lesbian?”

Camila shook her head in a negative manner.

“Nopes! Straight as bible would want me to be. I mean my celebrity crush is Brad Pitt, so…”

“Then?”

“Can’t you already see how fragile relationships are around me. How much worried, I get when I can not categorize relationships and can not bond with people. I obviously lack social skills and when I don’t have a friend in life, what makes you think that I will have a boyfriend in all of this?”

“Who says that you can have a boyfriend?” Benjamin laughed out loud.

“What do you mean?”

“Just like you said that you have casual friends, like acquaintances and not a real friendship with anyone, maybe you can just have a fling with someone…”

Camila looked up at Benjamin, c*****g an eyebrow at him, wondering if he was trying to seduce her.

“If that is how you seduce someone than your trick is really bad because even a drunk me is not even slightly attracted to have s*x with you.”

Benjamin laughed out loud, “You wouldn’t be attracted to me in any case because I am not hitting on you.”

“Seriously? See, even you are not hitting on me, how do you expect anyone else to have even the slightest intention of trying to get on me. I am literally standing right next to you, why aren’t you attracted towards me?” feeling flustered, Camila took her jacket off, trying to show off her sharp bones and structure and Benjamin only laughed out loud.

“Don’t need to show anything, a guy with a good eye would know that you are perfect and as per for me. I am not just not interested in you, I am not interested in girls at all.”

“Oh!”

Camila cooed to herself, finally realizing and picking up on Benjamin’s subtle hint at his sexuality.

The door to the bar opened up and an angered Selena rushed inside the bar, taking Camila by surprise as well.

“Oh Hi!”

She smiled once she noticed Camila, standing behind the bar counter.

“Hi!” Camila waved at her, not matching the exact enthusiasm.

“When did you start working at the bar? Do you need that kind of money? What happened did your father cut off your expenses?”

Million questions ranged in to Selena’s mind as she obviously found it confusing to find Camila standing in the same place as the other bartender.

“Oh no! she is just a lonely girl, who is doing some work to not to feel so pathetic and making herself feel important and busy.” Benjamin pointed out to Selena.

“Thanks for reminder.” Camila bit back bitterly.

“Do you two know each other?” Selena inquired and Benjamin shrugged.

“Well, technically, we just met now but I think, I know a lot about her and the most important thing, I’ve learned about her is the fact that she blabbers a lot when she is drunk but very surprisingly, she is very composed and can hold, up to six pints of beer in her hands at once, even when she is drunk.”

“I am smart and perfect, even when in my subconscious.” Camila told him back.

“And a little full of herself as well.” Benjamin breathed and looked back at Selena.

“Wait! Are you two friends?” Camila asked from Selena and Benjamin, grabbing their attention.

“Well, yeah! She is my roommate.” Benjamin pointed out.

“Wait! Are you a student here? Gosh! I don’t know anything about you?”

“I am doing a diploma in culinary arts and working at the bar to practice and work out some expenses. But I am also in a band and we are quite cool. You should come and see us perform at the underground club. But wait, that is only for the gays and you don't look like one.”

“And you promised, you would help me as well, remember?” Selena told Benjamin, who bit his tongue inside his mouth.

“Yeah! About that, I couldn’t find anyone to cover my shift.” He told Selena, who grunted lowly.

“What? Are you kidding me? You told me that they only opened the shops after midnight and my course starts on Monday, what do I do now? Can’t you close the bar down for an hour?”

“If I close the bar, the owner will know through the lock security system and you know I can’t leave it just like that, you never know when a rush of frat boys or sorority girls may walk in to the bar.”

“Everyone has gone either back home or on vacation for spring break, who could possibly come in?”

“I don’t know? I just can’t leave.”

Benjamin and Selena stood, bickering with each other, until Camila felt curious.

“What is it so important to you that you have to buy today?”

Selena sighed as she answered her curiosity, “There is a course over the spring break being offered in the food department, to teach basic baking techniques and I needed to buy cheap utensils and equipment in good quality for the course but if I don’t get them, then I will be kicked out from the class and my plans of working part time in a bakery to work out my expenses in the upcoming year, is going to go down the drain and this asshole, knows the underground shops that sell smuggled goods where I can get the equipment in high quality on a low price but he just won’t go.”

“I can’t leave the bar just like that. I tried my best to find my replacement and…”

“How long will it take?” Camila interrogated.

“It can take up to two hours or more, it depends on which train we catch and the bargain we will get at a shop.” Benjamin pointed out.

Camila picked out her phone from out of her jacket and noticed the time, as it was only forty past twelve and she still had a long night ahead of her that she needed to spent away from her sorority, a place that gave her irk and anger, to even think about.

“I don’t have anywhere to go and there aren’t many customers around the place, why don’t you go with her, I will be your replacement.”

“You will be?” Benjamin in utter shock and delight.

“Yeah, whatever, I don’t have anything better to do with my life anyways.”

She shrugged and Selena jumped up in joy, jumping across the bar and leaping Camila in for a hug.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! You have no idea what you are doing for me.”

“I think, I actually do.” Camila stated with confidence and Benjamin took off his apron and threw it on Camila.

“The bar owner doesn’t come at night, but be aware if any indecent man or frat boy walks in…”

“Ah! I don’t have to worry about that.” She scoffed, remembering well that her father’s guards were standing just outside the bar and she wouldn’t have to worry about her safety at all.

“Okay! There are keys to the backside of the bar, hanging inside the kitchen, right next to the door, in case of any emergency.”

With that Benjamin, grabbed his jacket and Selena and him rushed out of the bar.

“She is a bit drunk, is it okay to leave her in charge of the bar?” Selena rose the question, that still concerned her, as she walked with Benjamin, on the pavement that led towards the train station.

“I don’t know, didn’t you just listen to her? She is smart and perfect even in her subconscious, I think she will be fine.”

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