Camila II

Camila's POV

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"So you're leaving this house to move to an even bigger one?" Mason mumbles, throwing himself onto my now empty mattress.

I huff for the millionth time and send him a scowl but luckily Ava beats me to saying what's on both our minds. "Can you just shut the fuck up and pack? Seriously you've been holding that box this whole time. While we," She motions between us, "Have been doing all the heavy lifting."

Mason's dark brows lift, "And I'm expected to do the heavy lifting because?"

I narrow my eyes at the man child before me. My best friend was this close to driving me insane.

Even if I had spent the last three weeks of my break from school alone, one minute with him and I was already wishing I had a needle and thread to see his big fat mouth shut.

Why I choose to waste my time with such an idiot is beyond me, but Mason was the first ever friend I made when I came to America, and we just clicked.

And our friendship had only strengthened last year when we both found out we were being held back and couldn't graduate. So, while everyone else in our year - including Ava, my only other friend - was eighteen, Mason and I were nineteen.

And his presence had lessened the shame I felt when I stepped into the atrocity that was school.

I cast a glance between Ava and I, noting our relatively dainty bodies in comparison to his. "Because you do this lifting shit at the gym." I reason crossing my arms coming to solidarity with Ava.

Ava may have been the schools soccer star but she was no where near as strong as Mason and his muscular physique.

Mason pouts his lips and glances between us. "No fair, you guys always gang up on me."

Ava scoffs from next to me, throwing her cornrowed hair into a bun. "No. It's always us against Cam's bitchy ass."

"Fuck off." I say rolling my eyes only for them to widen as I watch Mason get up and open the first drawer of my dresser.

The one I told the movers to stay away from.

I lunge forward but it's already too late, and I'm left to watch in horror as Mason takes out the pink sparkling silicone device.

I stop and purse my lips, sending a side glance to Ava who's face tells me she's about to burst into a fit of laughter.

He glances at it and then turns his face up to us, his brows scrunching in confusion while his hands throw the foreign object around and fiddle with it, absentmindedly.

"What's this?" He glances at Ava's face, and I watch as it clicks. "Oh fuck-" His face turns into one of disgust as he throws it onto the bed and Ava and I burst into a fit of laughter. "Why the hell do you of all people have a vibrator?!"

I shrug walking towards my bed. "Because I can't fit anything in there yet and so this baby is the thing that does it." I say picking up the vibrator.

"No, I mean why the fuck do you- a virgin need a vibrator. Not to mention you could literally have that thing replaced by any guy at school in a heartbeat." He says, watching me as I take it towards my personal carry on bag, away from anyone's eye.

Not only was it pricy but it was extremely hard to get without having anyone find out that I- their sweet little Camila wanted to explore my body.

"Yeah, aren't you the same girl that didn't let Rodney Richardson get past second base on the ski trip Christmas break?" Ava pipes in jumping on my now empty bed.

My face scrunches up in disgust at the memory of that sleaze bag. "Rodney couldn't even fuck my mouth properly, you think he could do any better down there?" I say then turn back to Mason. "And also I'm a virgin by choice. In not gonna let just any man put their nasty hands on my Coochie. This shit is a gold mine. " I retort.

I pride myself on self care and no ones gonna get the privilege to be the first to touch me there unless I'm certain their worth it.

Mason pouts at me mockingly and I know he's gonna say something stupid about it. "Awe is princess Cam waiting for the perfect man to come and stick his finger in her million dollar pussy?"

I scrunch my face up at his crude remark. "Yeah, and what about it mommy issues? You don't see me going around making fun of you for only getting hard at the thought of old wrinkly tits." I spit as Ava and I shiver in disgust.

Mason's eyes narrow. "They're not old. They're mature." He defends, before he shrugs. "And you'd be surprised at how well they take care of me and mine." He says patting his crotch.

I roll my eyes and Ava sits up on the bed, looking between us. "Am I the only person in here with a normal sex life?"

"Probably." I nod, before smirking at her. " I bet you get more pussy than our boy Mason here."

Mason rolls his eyes and sends me the finger as I snicker at my best friend- who happens to be too attractive to be into older women. Specifically married, middle aged rich women who don't mind spoiling him.

I hear the front door downstairs open and I rush to hide the vibrator knowing that Ethan along with everyone else views me as their innocent little angel and I wouldn't want to ruin that image any time soon.

Mason and Ava bid their goodbyes as Ethan walks into my bedroom, pecking my cheek in greeting.

"Ready to go, Principessa?" He asks, his smooth italian accent coating the endearment.

I nod, grabbing my bags while the movers take the rest of my belongings and follow Ethan out into the car waiting for us.

But I pause for half a second to bid goodbye to my childhood home.

The place mamá raised me and the place I will forever cherish.

But it's time for change.