Camilla POV
School is over and today was not my day at all.
I've been on edge all day because of what Jonathan said and I've been spacing out and getting frustrated about everything which is annoying me to no ends because I missed half of my classes and right now I'm extremely annoyed because of the rumors people are spreading about which didn't affect me yesterday but now they are making me furious.
Yesterday people were spreading rumors about my disappearance and now, they're talking about my drastic change in clothing –I don't know why they are calling it a drastic change in my clothing, they only saw me for one day!– but oh well, that's society for you.
Most of them are saying I'm wearing baggy clothes because I'm pregnant and trying to hide the baby bump. It's infuriating and I can't even tell why.
Honestly, I even blew up at Liam for no reason and all he did was say "Call me when you're done PMSing." and walk away swaying his hips like a model and that didn't even cheer me up it just infuriated me more.
It honestly didn't help that I had Jonathan in most of my classes and he was giving me that smirk. You know, that secretive one that says I-know-something-you-don't and makes you wonder what the hell he is talking about and has you wishing you could wipe the stupid smirk of his face when you can't find out what it is.
And then to make everything worse, our in English class we were told to write an essay about our first love that has to be submitted next Friday and right now it's Tuesday meaning I have a week and three days to fall in love with a guy, start dating him and write a report on it. Now I'm sure Mr. Lee is a hopeless romantic and wants to read about our amazing love lives so he could use in a book –I have no idea if he's doing that but at this point I can't be sure.
I have absolutely no idea what to do because it's completely impossible to fall in love and start dating a guy in 10 days and I still have to do the rest of my homework, go for my afternoon classes at home since it's Tuesday and my teacher will still give me more homework because he hates me, study for a Math pop quiz tomorrow and find out what I'm going to do with Jonathan's information.
I mean, it's obvious we have a spy and its Jonathan's spy. The worst part is I'm not sure if the thought makes me happy or scared at the fact.
As I got into my house, I was greeted with the sight of my mom.
I was shocked, to say the least. She was barely ever around and when she was I was walking on eggshells around her.
With her blonde curls, her curvy yet slim figure, green eyes exactly like mine, her body hugging red dress that reached her knees, black 6 inch stilettos and red lipstick she looked absolutely stunning.
"Camilla." She said curtly nodding her head.
I could already tell she wasn't in a good mood.
"Mother." I replied keeping a blank face.
"I heard Jonathan Brookes goes to your school." It wasn't a question, it was a statement.
"Yes, he does." I said trying to mask my apprehension.
"I want you to stay close to him at all times. Get him to trust you and find out everything you can about him and his family. You will give me all you've found out at the end of every week." She said.
I internally sighed in relief. I could probably give her the information I already knew about him.
"If you think you can give me any stupid information I promise I will make sure you can't move well for the rest of your life." She said like she was stating facts.
I don't care about what she does all I know is that I wouldn't be the cause of the death of an entire family.
Her voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
"And Camilla, I heard you have some friends in school and it would be a shame if something unfortunate were to happen to them, right sweetheart?" She said in a tone of sympathy and understanding but I got the drift.
If I didn't give her any useful information she'd hurt my friends and I know I'd do anything to keep my crazy life away from my friend even if it means the destruction of an entire family.
I nodded knowing I couldn't do anything to change my mother's mind and it hurt knowing she would never think of me as her daughter no matter how much I love her.
She smiled and walked up the stairs knowing she had won and I looked down feeling horrible for what I was doing but I couldn't do anything about it.
I remembered Jonathan's spy and wondered if he/she –I'm not going to be sexist because women can be spies to– had heard everything because I know nothing would go well if Jonathan finds out and my friend will be in danger.
I hope Jonathan isn't mad when he realizes what I am doing.
Wait.
Why am I concerned with what Jonathan thinks about me?
This is for my friends and I don't care what Jonathan thinks. But then why does the thought of doing this to him make me feel sad?
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