She's So Particular (Complete)

Burn

My heart hammers hard in my chest as I wait for Shawn to reply to my request.

I don't know why I asked him, call it the alcohol or the heat of the moment or the feeling of his body pressed up against mine. Maybe it was the threat that I was about to lose him to a blond that was pushing her boobs in his face, boobs that I don't have but whatever it was, it was a moment of bravery that could quickly be turning into a moment of stupidity and I am struggling to breath as the wait stretches on

"I don't think he would appreciate seeing that right now, do you?" Shawn asks keeping his hands on my hips and using his head to motion towards Nesto.

I look across at him and he's gripping the bar stool as though he's trying to stop himself jumping up, his face is red but it is hot in here

"Then take me somewhere" I blurt out, apparently not willing to back down or take Shawns offer of an easy way out

"Camila..." his eyes dart between me and Nesto a couple of times "The guy likes you, like genuinely has feelings for you I can see it on his face when he's watching you and believe me he's always watching you"

"And what about you? What am I to you? Just a game? Someone to tease and use to make yourself feel superior to or someone you want to know?" I don't know where the courage to force these words out is coming from, but I keep my arms around his neck and try to maintain eye contact when every part of my being is telling me to look away, to move away, to run away from him but he readjusts his grip on my waist as I see his Adam's apple moving up and down in his throat, his jaw muscles bunching and then unbunching as he seems to ponder my question for an eternity before finally looking at me as though he's about to speak

"Camila!"

Somehow without me noticing, Nesto has moved from the bar stool and is standing beside Shawn and I and as finally let my grip on him slip in surprise, Shawn keeps one arm around my waist and pulls me to him so we're standing side by side, Nesto looking at the contact and frowning

"Camila it's time to go" he informs me and I look to Shawn who is staring intently at Nesto but saying nothing "Your dad will know you haven't been at the studio if you turn up late, stinking of alcohol and... men"

"I only had one beer and one rum" I try to argue but he reaches for my hand and pulls me gently with him, an action that causes Shawn to release his grip on me, and I feel my heart drop as I realise he's giving me to Nesto, he's declining my request and in doing so he's answering the question of what I am to him and that's nothing... I'm nothing to him at all

Nesto and I walk silently through the club, his hand never leaving mine but he doesn't look at me, we just zigzag through the sea of people in silence and I once again feel the oh so familiar sting of tears

"Camila!" A hand lands firmly on my shoulder and turns in the opposite direction to I was just headed and the sudden movement jerks my hand from Nestos.

"Shawn!" I gasp as his honey coloured eyes burn into mine, his hand slipping from my shoulder to my palm and then interlacing our fingers

"She's leaving" barks Nesto in a tone I have never heard him use before and it's so cold, so authoritarian that it makes my over active heart momentarily pause in my chest

"Yeah" Shawn agrees "With me" and without another word he pulls me with him in the direction of the exit

"Camila get back here!" Nesto shouts as he rushes towards us and I see Shawn pull up the hoody that he's wearing below his denim jacket, in preparation of leaving. There's no paparazzi outside, we had been assured of that but that's not to say fans haven't gathered if they found out we were here "Camila this deal with your dad only stands if you are with me!"