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Camilla Lewis laughed, spreading a grin across his face. "Oh, come on, Camilla, you're overreacting. It's not like I gave Drake your social security number or something." I glared at him. "It's not funny, Lewis. I don't want Drake to have my number, and I don't appreciate you going behind my back like that." He rolled his eyes. "Fine, I'll keep that in mind for next time. But seriously, what's the big deal? Drake's not that bad of a guy." "That's not the point," I snapped. "Just promise me you won't do it again." "Alright, alright, I promise," Lewis said, holding up his hands. "Now, can we please move on from this? I've got some, uh, unfinished business to attend to." I wrinkled my nose in disgust. "Gross, Lewis. Just... go do whatever you need to do. But remember what I said." And with that, I turned on my heel and stalked back to my room, slamming the door behind me. Men, they're all the same. I threw myself onto my bed, burying my face in my pillow with a groan. Why did Lewi