Chapter 112

Lyra

Okay folks. Camilla has officially gone cray cray.

Like, I’ve seen some wild shit in my life. Girls fighting in the bathroom over lip gloss. Two boys pissing in the same urinal like they were holding hands spiritually.

A girl in my class once pretended to faint during a test just to get out of answering a math question. But this? This right here? This was next-level. Like, I’m talking full-blown Netflix series, season finale drama with extra cocaine and desperation sprinkled on top.

You know, honestly, I always thought stuff like this only happened in movies. Like, the kind of scene where the ex-girlfriend shows up wearing smeared eyeliner and trauma and begs the rich older man to pick her while the new girl stands in the corner looking all innocent and untouched.

But no. Nope. This was real life. This was me, standing half-dressed, nipple still out, body still shaking from the way Damon had just been whispering into my skin—and there she wa