Take You Back [ Camila/You ]

Chapter 11

Y/N's POV

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Emily chuckled as she bit into her french fries, "Well, isn't it nice to know that not all cheerleaders are stupid?"

About 20 minutes passed while we were here. We've stopped at a number of places, but they were either packed or Emily didn't like the atmosphere. As a result, we ended up at a local fast food chain, where the food was, in all honesty, absolutely delicious.

Sincerely, I replied, "I never saw you as one. I hear you raising your hands in class. I even saw your test papers. You're incredibly smart." It's true. People were drawn to her because she doesn't conform to the cheerleading stereotype, which was her one strong suit. Contrary to the general perception of cheerleaders, she is intelligent, funny, and unbelievably beautiful.

"I always thought you were smart too. You get my attention at classes." She took another bite.

"Really? I don't remember raising my hands to recite that much." I bit on my burger.

"Even if you don't, I know smarties when I see one." She winked at me.

Naturally, we continued to eat while still making subtle sexual inferences and flirting. I had no idea that I would be able to spend the night with her, but I did. She also found it to be really enjoyable.

We were done eating when Emily said, "Oh my god. Breakfast Club's a classic. I love that too. Actually, I've been planning to rewatch that since. Thank you for making me remember." Emily now relaxed on her chair.

I responded, wiping my lip with a tissue, "Me too, honestly. I missed that. I think I'll rewatch that too."

"How about we watch it at my house tonight?" Emily said, leaning on the table with her chin resting on her hands.

I nearly choked on my own saliva. "Wh-what?" I chuckled nervously.

"What? Haven't been invited to a girl's house before? I thought you were exes with Cabello?" Emily now wiggled her left eyebrow.

"Alright, let's not talk about that right now. Fine, I'll go." I giggled.

"Great!" With that being said, I was quickly pulled out of the place and is now driving off the road. Emily on the passenger's seat kept rambling about her theories on the film, and honestly, she was making sense.

She pressed her keys into the doorhole as soon as we got there and dragged me inside.

"Wow, I love your h—"

Emily abruptly stopped me by pushing me against the door, which shut loudly. My bottom lip was gently nibbled as she grabbed my hand and put it on her ass before I had a chance to protest.

Once I realized what was occurring, which took a moment, I gave her the same in return.

She sucked on my bottom lip after licking it and encircled her arms over my neck.

"I am not a fan of rewatching films, Y/N. Just so you know."

She placed her lips and tongue on my neck, lustfully sucking on it, and I was unable to do anything but moan in response.

She instantly grabbed my hand and dragged me upstairs before I could respond to her actions. She straddled me on the bed after promptly closing her room's door.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't anxious. I last experienced this intimacy months ago when I was with Lauren. I also had something hanging between my legs, which did not help. Is Emily even aware?

"Shit, so it's true."

There it is.

Emily instantly got up from my lap and gazed at my crotch. When I turned to follow her gaze, I realized that my erection was trapped in my pants, pleading to be released