Camila/You Bad Romance

Marriage?

Camilas pov

"Ok Dinah and Camila we'll work on you two part of the song, just go in the booth for me" Our producer Ross instructed us. "Ok 1,2,3" he pointed his fingers at us for cue"

"Nod if you been played by every boo
Just tryna show you off
Thought he was the best you ever had
Until he cut you off"

"Camila I know you sing the last line of this verse, but I need for you to come in like cutthroat" I was looking at the lyric sheet in front of me as I heard his voice in the booth. "I just need you to match Dinah's tone or even a little higher."

"Mila?" Dinah was rubbing my back.

I gave her a smile, "I'm fine just tired"

"Ok 3,2,1" he counted again.

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We were finally done with the studio and had dinner at this restaurant Normani found. It was a real expensive place I must say and food there was delicious. I was happy the girls didn't bring up the mood I've been in, because I wouldn't be able to tell them anyway.

Its just Y/n has been on my mind way more than before since I read her book. I'm literally worrying about her more since I thought she almost died in her studio. Not helping either that Michael continues to blow up my phone about Y/n, and you know what he deserved it. It was hard enough that he kept texting my phone when I was with her, it made me not even want to touch it at all. He had no right to follow her and beat the crap out of her first. Speaking of Michael he was calling my phone.

Michael: hey how are you, you haven't been replying to anything

Me: yeah I know, what do you want?

Michael: well I've been worried about you

Me: don't be, I'm perfectly fine

Having this conversation while walking back and forth in my room was not helping me.

Me: you really need to leave me alone, I can't keep blocking your numbers forever

Michael: Mila you know what she did to me, how could you be fine?

Me: I know my girlfriend, that's why. She didn't hire goons to beat you up or was responsible for your broken drumming hand, stop trying to turn this on her

Michael: do you hear yourself?! Camila what the fuck, I told you every little detail and you don't believe me?

I let out a sigh sitting on the foot of my bed.

Me: I know Y/n and I know she wouldn't do that to you, where even is your proof? Though I do know you were a complete dick and jumped her in a parking lot!

It was the most quiet its been on his side this phone call.

Michael: M-Mila I love you please, I did that for us

I scoffed

Me: for us? Michael there would never be another us ever again, I love her. So before I block you for good and change numbers leave my family and friends alone, leave me alone, and stop spreading lies about my girlfriend. Goodbye.

I ended the call and blocked him out my phone on my bed beside me. I curled up in bed and cried. Its as if I've been holding these in for a while now, it's a good opportunity to, just me by myself in my room.