I see Camilla's mesmerizing blue eyes slowly filling with tears, in a red light I turn to her: "Don't bottle it up, I know you're angry and frustrated because of what happened and what you didn't do in order to give this a shot. I don't want to say I told you, you know what I thought from Jennifer since I met her, so feel free to let it all out, no matter how hard it comes out, I'll take care of you no matter what, you know I love you". I pull over and, there was a not too crowded park, I remove my hand from her hair and caress her stunning defined thigh. Camilla...

As soon as I caress her thigh Camilla leans over and covers her face with her hands, sobbing so hard her whole body was shaking, I think her lovely sounds were audible outside of the car. She was shedding so many tears, a puddle formed in her skirt and her tears started to slowly roll down her thighs, when I felt the first tear reach my hand I placed my free hand on her right shoulder, then turned her to face me.

Cam is still covering her face with her hands, I don't understand why, as we already trust our tears to each other. I pull her into my chest, she accepts the hug, removes her hands from her face and wraps them on my neck. My shirt immediately got wet with the massive amount of tears she was shedding, the Niagara Falls came to my mind.

She tried to speak a couple of times, only managing to make out a hitched breath. I tell her: "It's ok, you don't need to talk". As I soothe her hair and, for the first time in my life, take care of the tears on her thighs, switching from one to the other, I was awe struck seeing tears changing their course down her inner thighs as she trembled with violent sobs. I didn't allow a single tear roll all the way to the car seat (except the ones she shed before hugging me).

I didn't know what to do, I was feeling a bit sorry for her but at the same time this situation was turning me on. After a few minutes of my Love crying in mt chest, she breaks the hug to catch some air, it was then when I saw the most beautiful lip curl ever, not even in my dreams had I seen something so beautiful. I couldn't help caressing her lips, kissing them afterwards in a long, loving kiss as I tenderly wipe her waves of tears with my hands.

Not long was I comforting my loved Camilla as best as I could, I saw a girl staring at her from the reflection of her window, the girl was behind me, staring as I wiped and kissed Camilla's tears. She noticed I saw and started to leave, at that moment Camilla...

I see Camilla is afraid of the situation: "I think you should stay at my place, in case she follows you, or even worse, if she knows where you live, plus you already have clothes there. What do you say?". I tenderly caress her sticky cheeks dropping my hand on her toned thigh.

I keep my eyes fixed on hers.

I went back to my own car feeling very sick. Why did I say yes to this assignment?

I'd met Sadie originally because I thought she wanted to catch up. We weren't friends per se but we had sat next to each other in science and had a good relationship

Unfortunately Sadie seemed to have done what everyone else did and believe the myth. I was known in high school for two things; Making myself cry and for my knee socks sliding down my legs. The truth was I only made myself cry once because I'd watched a YouTube video and wanted to try it, but a boy in my class saw me do it and instantly told everyone about it meaning I was fending requests off for the rest of the year.

And as for the knee socks, I only wore them twice for the elastic had gone, I genuinely wasn't trying to be a tease, and it was actually quite annoying having to pull them up twelve times a day. You see I didn't like the socks round my ankles look. Some of the girls in my class did - Kate for instance, the most beautiful girl in the entire year always wore her knee socks rolled down to her ankles, but it wasn't me

I drove away tears running down my cheeks and making a quiet note to myself to tell Sadie I couldn't do it

@Princess_Lucky1731: Don't mean to interrupt the story flow, but the way you talk about the curled lip really pushes all the right buttons. Jarrod is a man of finer tastes.