Camille's POV
You know that jolting feeling when you feel like you just gotta get up for no particular reason in the morning? yeah,I had it.
That's never a good sign is it?
Finally deciding to open my eyes when the light from my French windows came in so brightly.
I squinted my eyes till I got accustomed to the light when suddenly my head felt like it snapped in two which was definitely uncalled for, I rubbed my eyes a little and could finally see better when I noticed I was wearing the same outfit as yesterday ,I sniffed my top and scrunched my face in disgust.
I smell like anything but good
It was like sniffing myself gave me a flashback when I recalled everything from yesterday;the drinks,the bar, karaoke,my friends and.....Andre Makeila.
Just the thought of him made my cheeks warm,if he was there I'm sure it was a beautiful night. I smiled so stupidly while touching my cheeks but my day dreaming came to an annoying abrupt end courtesy of a beautiful lady with good face structure, brown straight hair and cool blue eyes and a slightly painted lip with a tablet held in her perfectly natural nails that looks glossed looking all businessy and all in her light green skirt and a white chiffon top.
She looks like a secretary
"Miss Morgan your father asked me to get you downstairs now please" her sharp, polite voice instantly slashed in the air and I was a bit uneasy with the whole "summoned by dad thing",I cleared my throat lightly and suddenly became self conscious of the fact that right now I looked like I didn't belong in this house "like right now?" I asked skeptically "he specifically told me to wake you up and get you downstairs but you are awake, we should be quicker to meet your father, please"
How the fuck does someone get to say please and still sound like a bitch?
Seeing this had to be urgent, I got off the bed "noted, I'll just tidy myself a bit so, tell my dad I'll be with him" I said to her as I headed to my wardrobe for a new outfit and pressed a button to dim the sunlight from entering my room,she simply nodded and left shutting the door behind her.
The moment she left I headed to the bathroom and looked at the mirror and I looked as stunning as the next hungover person but that was the least of my problems ,why would my dad want to see me so urgently.
I'm sure its nothing serious or is it?
At Clover and Glenn hospital
Theo's POV
I think we learnt a valuable lesson yesterday which was never ever go to a karaoke bar with Camille until her idol is in the clear, it was a miracle the ambulance came in 20 minutes cause I was already seeing all four of us in San Quintin or something and the cool looking guy that came with him didn't seem like he would live it down that we got his friend in to a concussion or worse and that is why we and by we Camille was a minus were currently in the cafeteria of the hospital he was brought to while munching on the hospital's surprisingly nice French toast and avocado on salmon and a bag of chips while praying to the heavens we got a good feedback from the doctor cause yesterday it was shitty in many ways. suddenly Skye was lightly sipping on the remains of his boba when he slightly choked on it "easy on the boba Skye is it that good?" Lucy said as she giggled while handing him a napkin, he worldlessly showed her his phone to her and she looked shocked like bad bad shocked "okay guys please, Isn't us low key being hospitalized enough,what?" Then my phone received a notification, looked at it and I guess it wasn't just us who was seeing this.
Oh fuck
"We need to call Cam now" Lucy said In a soft worried voice,we knew this would get out but it was still a shock, I just nodded and we all tried to reach Camille,I just hoped this would be the last of this drama...
Camille's POV
Looking satisfyingly presentable I headed down the stairs and was directed to my dad's office at home, I breathed a deep breath as I opened thee door gently
" morning daddy" I said so hurriedly trying to break the imaginary ice in air, then I noticed my mum and that secretary looking lady, I greeted my mum softly and nodded politely at miss secretary but the atmosphere was not quite nice for an early morning "soooo,miss_" "it's miss Valerie, your dad's PR head"my mum interjected "umm miss Valerie said you were calling me" I stated staring at my dad with slight worry "I see you had an eventful evening,anything you care to share?" he sounded so cold and now I was a full charged nervous "what's this about daddy, did I do something wro_" I was cut off
by a phone call from Lucy, I felt relieved seeing her call.
Maybe I could escape from here
"Hey Luce what's up?" I mumbled cheeringly "babe whatever you do don't check your social media please" now I wanted to check my damn social media " Lucy what's happening on social media?,why shouldn't i check?" I asked in annoyance.
Why is everyone being weird today
Suddenly network tripped the call off and my dad kindly shoved his phone in my face "mind explaining what the fuck this is?" I was a bit pissed with all this treatment first thing in the morning , I glanced at the headline on the blog and was beyond petrified it read in bold letters "DRUNKEN MURDERER" it was like my flashback was more like a dream,I started recalling everything properly from top to bottom and looks like I put Andre Makeila in the fucking hospital. I suddenly felt a pang of guilt and my mum's eyes looked at me with mixed motherly feelings "I don't know how this happened, it was a total mistake I swear" my dad looked at me with his brown eyes looking cold and his thick brows furrowed "one night Camille, one damn night and you're a trending topic on every possible blog there is,you had to make a grand announcement huh?!" "I'm sorry,I didn't mean for this to happen" I whispered " but it did anyway,you could've been more careful and not drink like that baby" my mum stated sternly "people think you killed him and that has the whole PR of the company buzzing but Valerie's sources say he's still in the hospital breathing" he breathed out while he's massaged his temple "do you know he's a massive public figure, father was a major business tycoon,a famous violinist for a mother and he's a successful model who's venturing to acting and you do this!,do you how this affects you affect us?!, he's a major face of teen bold for fuck's sake" I managed to mumble a sorry, they had no ideas that I was hurt by this more than any of them.
I would never want to hurt him
"Sorry, isn't going to cut Camille,Valerie is going to find out the visiting hours of the hospital and we are going to see him today" my father was not letting me have it, how could I look at Andre in such a state, I felt so awful I could dig my own grave right now "I can't see him right now, I'm not r_" "you ran out of choices the moment you became the drunken murderer" that sentence hurt like hell, I suddenly wished I stayed in the UK "Kevin!" my mum called my dad's name reprimandingly , he suddenly looked regretful " look sweetheart, no matter how you look at it, this is a pretty big issue and I'm also worried about you, Kay?" I nodded as he rubbed my shoulders gently and gave me a kiss on the forehead "do whatever you have to do then we're going to the hospital no buts" I nodded softly and stepped out of the office and walked slowly to my room and found solace in my bed and held my pillow tight,right now i had to own my shit and pray he gets better.