81: Why The Anger?

Camilla I turned around, and there was Drake standing in the living room. I couldn't get or understand why he had shown up. Wasn't he supposed to be in Israel, enjoying time with his mother at her friend's wedding? Yeah, literally. Or maybe this was just me imagining things. Yeah, that could actually be the case. So, Drake was still standing, staring at me, and I was doing the same. I shook my head, closing my eyes, hoping that this could just be me seeing things. Hallucinations, I suppose. But no, Drake stepped closer, and I was tempted to hit my head really hard. It was still surprising that he would just show up like this. I mean, Lewis wasn't around. And they were friends; they had obviously texted or called. I was the only one home, writing these things going on these past few weeks. Memories all over my head. And then Drake pops out of nowhere, walking inside this house, ruining the moment. "Camilla," he called my name. When he moved closer, I stepped backward, wondering what