Change Me (Camila Cabello & Jack Gilinsky)

Eighteen

Camila

Today, the tour is now over, but we aren't even saying goodbye to everyone, all of us actually live in LA.

Jack and I haven't spoken a word to each other in days, it feels so odd.

Like, I have no one to really bicker with or cause me stress.

But maybe I don't want him to leave.

I keep playing his reaction to my last words to him over, and over in my head.

It's frustrating, because he's everywhere now.

I can't escape the thought of him.

Because of the whole Sam thing, Johnson invited me to stay at his house.

And I accepted.

Not because Jack is going to be there, it's because I needed somewhere safe to stay.

Jack was already gone from the house, and I was left with just Johnson.

My phone rang, and Andrea was calling.

-

Jack

Eleven o'clock at night, God damn.

I rubbed my eyes and my vision became more clear.

I was laying in my bed, in darkness and the house was silent.

I peeked out my window and Johnson still wasn't home because his car wasn't there.

He's been gone for hours.

Oh well, he probably crashed at someone's.

Camila was probably here, sleeping in her own room.

Was I going to check on her?

No.

I jumped at the sound of my phone ringing and read the screen.

Camila was calling.

What the hell?

I scrambled to get my phone and answered.

"Camila?"

"Jack will you please come get me?" She sounded like she had been crying.

"Where are you?"

"This-this party I just want to come home."

The background noise was silent, maybe she was outside.

"Who's house?"

"Cade's."

I clenched my jaw at the name, I hate Cade. So damn much.

"I'm coming."

-

Camila was sitting on the curb outside a big house, and just by looking at it you could tell there was some 'Project X' party shit going on.

She walked to my car and got in the passenger side, she looked like she wasn't crying but it's weird how she sounded like it on the phone.

"How weren't you having a good time?" I asked.

"Just take me back to the house." Her tone flat.

"Don't want to talk about it?"

She didn't say anything.

"Alright." I sighed.

I began driving again, and the car was dead silent.

I kept glancing at her from the corner of my eye, and she just ignored me and turned on the radio.