Good Girl Gone Bad

Six.

Camila couldn't help herself. She was staring.

Shawn was the most intriguing person she'd ever met – she just couldn't work him out. She had her world, her perfect world and ever since she met him at the Ackard's for dinner, that world had shifted.

It was him, she knew it was, and she felt such an inane pull to find out what else he could change. It was a glance, it was a smile... she wanted it to be a touch. Would she feel electricity course through her at a simple hand brush? Would she feel her heart stop beating with more than three sentences sent in her direction? She had no idea, but she wanted to find out.

He turned from where he was talking to Brad and she quickly averted her eyes as he looked over at her, focusing on the detailed label on her bottle. He couldn't know what she was thinking; no one could know what she was thinking. It did not fit in with Camila and all that she was.

"Camila," Jessica came trotting over with a red solo cup in hand, "You look like your Grandma just died."

"Don't say things like that," Camila frowned, taking a sip of her drink.

"Don't be such a killjoy," Jessica rolled her eyes, shoving the cup in her direction. "That stuff you're drinking is 90 percent water. Have this."

"Cam!" Layla ran over, hot on Jessica's tails.

"There you are," Lily appeared too, a drunken glaze covering her eyes. "I'm so glad you're not with Cody tonight."

Camila frowned and looked up at her from her perch on the arm of a sofa, "I'm with Cody," She replied, taking a sip of the drink Jessica gave her. She hadn't been that obvious had she?

Lily laughed and rolled her eyes, clearly well beyond tipsy, "Not that silly, I mean with Cody... tonight... right now... you're here with meeee!"

"Where is the goodie two shoes?" Jessica asked, draping an arm around Camila's neck as her hips shimmied to the beat of the music.

Camila looked down in her cup, "He couldn't come, he had to go over the tapes from the game and he has a weights session in the morning."

"What a loser," Lily scrunched up her face, "Come dance with us," She insisted, pulling Camila up and dragging her towards the dance floor.

She followed her and forced her mind to leave Shawn alone. The alcohol helped and three cups later, coupled with the little dinner she had, she was starting to feel more than a little out of control. Ava appeared at some indiscernible point, looking disheveled with some boy following behind her. "We went to third base," Ava grabbed her and squealed in her ear, hugging her tightly.

"Ava!" Camila gasped, looking at her in shock. "You're not even together."

"I know," She looked at her like she was dumb, "It's just some fun, Cam."

Camila didn't say anything, just downed her drink and headed for the back door to get some fresh air. The closest Cody had got to putting his hands down her panties had been the second week of their relationship, when he'd fallen on top of her near the edge of the community pool. She'd never seen an arm move so fast. But that was her and Cody; well-mannered, respectful, proper. Three weeks ago it had been everything she ever wanted.

Wandering outside, she drunkenly sat down on a rock and breathed heavily, trying to steady herself. What was she doing? Why was she doubting everything she worked so hard towards for the past two years of her life?

She looked up as she sensed somebody approaching her, glancing into the distance as soon as she noticed it was Shawn. She cringed when he sat down next to her – she didn't need him clouding her vision anymore than he already had and she certainly didn't need him getting any inkling of what she was thinking.