CAMILLA’S POV
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Strutting into my bedroom, I toss my things onto the bed, and I slide my laptop bag onto the dresser before taking off my clothes. I brush my hair out of my face and slip into the shower to wash up, and when I finally got into my pajamas, I hear a loud thud. I whip around, staring at my bedroom door. My heart stops when I hear footsteps, and I could feel myself becoming bleak as the blood drains from my face. I grab my phone, dialing Jared’s number and I ignore the missed calls from him, barely noticing it.
A loud ring echoes through my apartment, and I lower the phone from my ear, “Jared? Is that you?” I scream from the bedroom, and I subconsciously stride over to the balcony doors. “Yes, where are you?” he replies, and I stop in my tracks, rolling my eyes and storm out
