Good Girl Gone Bad

Eight.

Camila woke on Monday with the darkest circles under her eyes she had ever seen. It was a disaster, and she blamed Shawn Mendes entirely. He'd been the reason she hadn't slept, tossing and turning all night thinking about his words, about Friday, about the joint they smoked together.

But if there was one good thing to come of her lack of beauty sleep, it was that she had a plan. She knew what she had to do and she was going to do it. Tonight. She was sick of being all over the place and it was time she put a definitive stop to it. She was going to prove to herself that she wanted Cody and Cody wanted her. And that Shawn Mendes was so minor blip on her radar who could disappear as quickly as he'd come into her life.

As she drove to school with Taylor Swift blasting out, her thoughts still managed to overpower the music. She was so consumed with herself that she almost missed the girls sitting out front together, or Cody waiting for her near the football team.

"Hey babe," He walked over and pulled her in for a hug.

"Hey," She smiled tightly. "Do you have practice tonight?" She asked, standing back a little.

"Uh, no," He sighed, "But I think I'm gonna do an extra weights session after school."

"Can I come over after?" She folded her arms uncomfortably.

"Sure," He smiled, "Maybe Shawn can take us through some more algebra. I know I won't be listening to Mr. Pang at 10am."

Camila bit her lip and nodded, "Sounds good," She murmured, "I'll come over at 4?"

"Come over whenever," He ducked his head down to press a quick, chaste kiss against her lips before he glanced over his shoulder and was pulled back to the boys who'd started throwing a football around.

Camila didn't say anything, just watched him go until the bell rang and everyone was rushing inside. She felt eyes on her as she walked down the hallway and she wasn't surprised to look up and find Shawn staring at her. For the first time, she just unabashedly stared straight back, tucking her hair behind her ear until somebody walked in front of her and their eye contact was broken. When she looked for him again, he was gone.

"Cam," The girl jumped as Layla appeared and grabbed her arm, "Are you ok?" Layla frowned.

Camila took a second to compose herself before forcing a smile, "Yeah, I'm fine," She said, linking arms with her. "Come on, we have English and Mrs. Johnson will kill us if we're late again." She added, not giving Layla a chance to respond before she was pulling her down the hallway like every other student trying to get to class on time.

She kept her head down for the rest of the day, listening to Lily and Ava arguing over some US History topic at lunch as she chewed nervously on an apple and pushed her salad around on her plate. She had every intention of not saying anything at all, just as she had done in every lesson so far until Jessica decided that wasn't going to happen and snapped Camila out of her thoughts with a simple call of her name.

Camila finally looked up, slightly nonplussed as Jessica beckoned her over, "Let's go for a walk," She insisted.

"Where are you going?" Layla looked up and asked.

"For a smoke," Jessica replied, "So don't come, I know you hate it."

"Sorry Layla," Camila whispered as she brushed past her and chased after their friend.

"You've got that look on your face," Jessica started once they were far enough away.

"What look?" Camila frowned, throwing her apple in the trash and crossing her arms across her chest as Jessica pulled out a cigarette and lighter.