I like Camila's butt and I cannot lie

23 - She isn't Aaliyah

If you read the two previous chapters...

I'm sorry

*NOT EDITED*

"Ouch." I exclaimed softly as I took my seat on the hard chair on the theatre stage. My butt was still deliciously painful from the night before but I wasn't complaining.

The guy next to me, squinted his eyes at me with worry as he heard my almost moanful cry. His eyebrows meeting each other.

I stared back awkwardly.

"Um, period pains... you wouldn't understand." I lied so his mind wouldn't wander too far."

"Okay listen up mush brains!" Mr Goshen spat, I sighed gratefully at his interjection. "We're halfway towards the date of the performance and from today, we'll be dressing up and using props. From today, you're to show me what you have got. We'll take today's practice as demonstration of what you'd project if your performance was happening today."

My head streched in a turtle like manner over at what the boxes and I shook my head. I can't believe Leonard will be wearing the dress I was supposed to wear.

He can't be THAT good at acting.

But whatever. If Mr Goshen feels he should take a female role... at this point. I'm so over it.

"Earl, take your spot."

"Where?"

"You're asking me? Me?!" He huffed dramatically. Almost shooting out of his corny slacks.

"I do not need this type of tomfoolery at this point of the year! This is my ship. And I need this ship to be no tighter than a nun's pussy!" He screeched and we looked at him, wondering if he said what we think he did.

He cluchted his chest and puffed heavily before drowning a large sip of liquid straight from his flask.

"Now Leonard... everyone. Scene two. Act 3. Let's see how you'll handle it."

I rolled my eyes and pulled out my phone from my comfy jeans. I looked at the number that was now currently saved as "Shawn🙄" and laughed at it.

I'm at practice rn. I think you'll be pleased to see the boy you threw into a trash can in the dress meant for me.

I sent. Blushing as I realised that he might actually be in my life long enough for him to come to the play as my boyfriend.

I then decided to change the name, renaming "Shawn🙄" into "Boyfriend❤" but it seemed too unnatural. Even for me.

So I just named it simply. "Peter Pan." And smiled at it.

Shawn POV

I played a game on the play station side bar Connor. He was ahead of me by a few points and he won.

"Dammit." I exclaimed.

"Three in a row son!" He boasted.

"Shut up. I haven't played in months." I complained, just before a notification in my phone sounded.

"Is that Charlie again? Tell him to not come back here till he learns it's not okay to double dip." Connor said -- conveniently-- grabbing the chips towards his body. Man did the guy love his chips.

"Nah it's Mila." I replied casually.

"I'm surprised you're still seeing her. That's cool."

"Very cool. I didn't mention this earlier, but she let me in through her back door." It was my turn to boast now.

He looked at me and threw his arms dismissively. "You're a bad lair you know?"

"No really I'm serious."

"So that means you agreed being in a relationship with her?" Connor scoffed, clearly doubting me.

"Yeah I agreed."

"The hell?" He lost attention of his bag of chips for that brief interval.

"I agreed but it doesn't mean I'm obliged to be in a relationship with her. Like come on, it's me we're talking about here."

"Dude," he placed his chips on the table now. "You lied to her?"

"I didn't just lie to her, you're talking as if it was simple. This shit took skill."

His head cocked to the side. "Skill?"

"Yeah. She was a tough nut to crack, trust me. Like she's just really needy and expects so much from me. Like it took me about two months to convince her. Can you imagine?"

"What do you even mean. That was her first time."

"Not technically but yeah."

"What's wrong with you?"

I squashed my face. "What do you mean?"

"She entrusted everything to you, that was something really valuable to her and you just took that for a game?"

"It's wasn't a game, it was an... investment.

"Wow."

"You're just sour because you're one of those relationship guys that do emotion."

"Hell yeah I am. And you know what it's great." He rebutted.

And picked up his bag of chips while he chew loudly, disrupting our comfortable silence.

"Imagine someone doing what you did to Aaliyah." He randomly stated

"Eww man! Keep Aaliyah outta your mouth. She's a good girl, she doesn't deserve to get her heart broken."

"And Camila does?"

"She isn't Aliyah so..."

"Wow..." he dragged again.

The silence loomed once more.

"But between the two of us. How was the back door?" He inquired with child like curiosity.

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Guy conversations are the least dramatic thing ever 😆

Anyways, I'm doing my final year of highschool. And the pressure... they didn't prepare us for this 😤

Just wanted to tell y'all that the book ain't done yet so be patient.