As soon as we
left the room he straightened up to full height, far more alive than I’d seen
him look all night. Maybe he didn’t want to look weak in front of someone he
knew, but felt fine doing so in front of random clubbers. Now, he was turning
round to face me as he walked backwards into the crowd and moved perfectly in
time with the music. He tipped his head backwards and whooped at the ceiling,
grabbing my hands and holding them up in the air.
My nerves jumped up a bit but then I saw the
grin on his face. It was so free, so happy. Maybe he could help me feel like
that. I gripped tightly onto his hands and smiled properly for the first time
since Christina had knocked on my door. Oh God, Christina. She’d be worried
sick – or be being sick. I grabbed my
phone out the front pocket of my jeans, squeezing my other hand tight around
Camillo’s so I didn’t lose him while I looked at the screen.
Text from Christina asking where I was. Of
course. I groaned and typed something typo-ridden about being okay and that I’d
meet her outside when she was ready. I stared straight at the screen, standing
almost completely still, while I waited for a reply.
She said okay.
“Alright, brilliant,” I muttered to myself.
I shoved my phone back in my pocket and
joined my other hand back up with Camillo. He grinned, still a little bit
scary, then suddenly twirled me round like a ballroom dancer. I laughed all the
way from my belly and returned the favour. He whirled round on one foot and
landed right up beside me. With a laugh I could hear all the way over the
music, he wrapped his arms around me and gave me a big hug, squeezing me tight
and swaying back and forth.
When he drew away, our arms still loosely
around each other, his eyes were a little moist. I patted his back and
continued to sway. We were like that for ages, no matter the music. Just
feeling, not thinking. Then about ten minutes later, a slow ballad by a famous
pop artist – I’m presuming famous, since everyone knew the words – came on and
everyone around us starting doing much the same.
Camillo was mumbling the words to himself
and staring at me, quite intensely. I looked round at the other dancers. They
had mostly coupled off, but there were a few groups of friends making big
circles and holding hands, just standing still and singing. Then the song
reached the crescendo of the first chorus and loads of the couples leaned in to
kiss each other. I smiled at all the happiness around me.
Then all of a sudden I looked straight ahead
and Camillo was coming towards me and we were kissing and oh my god it was
amazing and I melted into it. I wanted it so fucking much, God I hadn’t
realised quite how much and it was all happening so fast. Dear Christ I hadn’t
felt so free since my last tennis match but shit this was ridiculous. He was
literally crying about his ex-girlfriend – I had to stop.
But he drew away first. His eyes went wide
and I saw the realisation of what he’d just done smack him in the face. He
stumbled backwards into the couple behind him, then turned round in the same
motion and started barging through the crowd towards the exit.
I stared after him as thoughts flooded back
into my brain. My lips were still tingling and my whole body ached to follow
him. I was so glad I hadn’t had to try and bring myself to end it. Before I
could think much else, my vibrating phone grabbed my attention to the present.
There were two texts. I’d missed one from Christina saying she was ready to go
home – which presumably meant my hotel room – about five minutes ago. I replied
to that one that I was on my way. Then I looked at the other one, my first ever
text from Camillo Tamer.
“I AM SO SORRY!!!”
I replied that it was okay – which wasn’t
particularly true – then made my own way towards the door. Christina was
leaning against the wall chatting to the bouncer when I got outside. Somehow
she seemed more sober than at the beginning of the night. Maybe it had been an
act after all. I shrugged. Couldn’t change it now. Just had to get home, get to
sleep and put this stupid night behind me.
“Hey, Léo!” She smiled and put an arm around
my waist. “Where’d you run off to? Find someone to get over that boy with?”
She gave the bouncer a quick salute then
dragged me off in the direction of the taxi rank.
“Kiki, wait. What about your friends?” I
twisted round to look back towards the club but there was no sign of any of
them, although maybe I wouldn’t have been able to pick their faces out anyway.
Before I’d gone to the toilet all the faces around me had sort of blurred into
a sea of smiles and sweat.
She shrugged. “They’ll get the bus,
probably. But seriously, Léo, are you feeling better?”
There really wasn’t much point trying to
pretend to her, myself, or even Mum that I didn’t fancy the hell out of
Camillo. I sighed and put an arm round her shoulder. “Sort of, yes. Thanks for
tonight, Kiki.”
Her body relaxed – I hadn’t even realised it
was tense. She yawned and leant her head against by side. Mission accomplished,
it seemed. Maybe, if it was an act, I wasn’t even that mad. There was definitely
a knot of frustration in my gut though, and a slight unease that I didn’t want
to think about. Camillo had a lot to answer for.
I woke up flat on
my face with my covers twisted half off the bed. I figured this was what you
were meant to look like the morning after you went to a club, even if you
didn’t have a hangover. In fact, I felt gross enough as it was – I didn’t want
to know what a hangover would feel like.
“Morning,” Christina said.
I groaned and twisted my head round to the
right, where she was sitting on my floor packing a sleeping bag.
“What the… When did you get that here?”
She giggled. “Did you seriously not see it
when I came in? God, you’re clueless.”
I shrugged my right shoulder, my left being
sort of twisted up in the sheets. “You’re not wrong.”
As she finished up packing, I struggled up
into a sitting position and took my phone from the bedside table. There were
three missed calls and a text, all from Camillo. He must have been feeling
awful.
“You okay?” Christina said.
I looked over at her and realised my eyes
had gone wide.
“Uh, yeah,” I said, “Just something from
last night.”
Christina raised one eyebrow and smirked.
“Oh, shut up.” But I was pursing my lips and
trying not to giggle. Her plan really had worked, as far as she knew.
She excused herself to brush her teeth –
because somehow I also hadn’t noticed an overnight bag. I looked back at my
phone and read the text.
“Reporter sent me this, L. Call me when you
wake up.”
Attached was a photo that made me jolt
properly upright and cling onto the covers with the hand that wasn’t holding
the phone. It was a photo, admittedly low quality, of that brief, fleeting
moment when Camillo had pressed his lips to mine and wrapped his arms around my
waist. Annoyingly, my honest to God first reaction was to use it as a profile
picture.
But a reporter had it. Why did Camillo have
it? Why weren’t we seeing this for the first time in the tabloids and shitting
ourselves then? Why the warning? Oh God my brain was back in overdrive. I ached
for the freedom I’d had the slightest snatch at last night when Camillo and I
had danced together.
Christina seemed pretty occupied in the
bathroom with her makeup so I called Camillo immediately.
“Dude!” he shouted as soon as he picked up.
“Uh, morning,” I said.
“Dude, oh crap. Oh man I’m so sorry. I
promise I’ll deal with this but I needed to warn you just in case.” The words
were coming out faster than his backhand down-the-line.
“Fix it? How can you fix it?” I jumped out
of bed and started pacing about. “Camillo, w-why do you have that picture?”
All I heard was him breathing for a few
moments, then he said, much slower, “The reporter… She needs money. She says if
we offer her money she’ll delete it. Dude, obviously I’ll pay you but we need
to do this today.”
I leaned over, kept leaning, ended up
bending over double and staring at my feet. What the… Well – gah. Of course we needed to do this.
Sports players did not come out, and definitely
not together. We couldn’t let this happen. It’d be all anyone ever knew
about us – there would be cameras everywhere. So many articles. Dear God please
no!
The next thing was Camillo saying, “Yeah,
exactly.”
Oops, apparently I’d been saying most of
this out loud.
I took a deep breath. “So what do we do?”
“I’ll text you the address she sent,”
Camillo said, “Meet me there in half an hour and not a minute earlier. She
might just be trying to get a picture of us together to go with the story, so
be careful. I’ll get there just now as quietly as I can.”
I nodded, then scoffed at myself for
forgetting he couldn’t see me and said, “Okay, see you soon. And don’t feel too
bad about last night. I know your feelings were all muddled.”
There was a pause, then he said, “Thank you.
And sorry again.”
“Yeah,” I said. Then I sighed. “Alright, see
you in half an hour.”
“See you,” he said, then hung up.
I wasn’t letting myself think about the
nightmare that could be about to unfold, but even outside that, there was
something worrying nagging at me. Because of course my brain never fully shut
up, normally. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I’d been feeling it
since some point the night before. Before I could put any more thought into
figuring it out, I heard Christina come back into the bedroom.
“Léo, what’s wrong?”
My shoulders tensed. I had my back directly
to her and would really, really have liked to keep it that way. But I groaned
and turned round, taking one step at a time in a narrow circle.
“Christina, I might need you to warn my mum
about something.”
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