the sweet camilla, an innocent academic badass and english nerd
the dangerous and hot aryan, who doesn't care about anything but his business
they promise not to fall in love and remove their feelings from their relationship, but will all of that m...
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"Don'tyouthink it's a bit too much?" I asked Sara, spinning around and brushing my hands down the dress which clung to my skin.
(the dress)
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"You listen to me! That dress is amazing. You look so good that Usman will be a goner for you." Sara said, walking up to me and taking my hands in hers.
"You think so?" I asked her, looking myself up and down.
"Yeah I do! You are the most beautiful girl I know. Now go and show Usman. I'm sure he's waiting for you." she said, rubbing my shoulders.
"Okay." I said, applying some of my favourite perfume and grabbing my phone.
"Have fun!" Sara said as I exited the room and walked out of the door.
Just as I was going to walk out, my brother came in front of me with his friends, Aryan and Khalil. "What are you doing?" Harris asked me, walking closer to me and glaring at me. "Where are you going dressed like that?"
"I already told you! I'm going on a date with Usman!" I told him, practically yelling.
"I need to talk to him." Harris said.
Oh no. This couldn't happen. If Harris talked to Usman, then Harris would scare the shit out of him and then I would have no chance with him.
Just as I was fretting about this, Sara came down the stairs. "Cami? Why haven't you gone yet?" she asked me.
I looked pointedly at Harris. "Harris isn't letting me go." I said glumly.
Sara looked at Harris, before sighing deeply. "Harris! Come on! Let her go out!" she said, glaring at him.
"Fine. But...on one condition..." Harris said, his eyes roaming around at the five of us stood in the room. "Aryan has to go and see if Usman is a decent dude."
"Why me?" Aryan asked, looking confused.
"Because, I know that if he does something wrong, you'll beat him up." Harris said smirking.
"Fine!" I said. "Come on then, let's go."
We and Aryan walked to the car that Usman was sat in. "Is that him?" Aryan asked me.
"Yup, that's him." I told him as I opened the car door and sat in.
"Hey. You look so pretty." Usman said, turning to look at me, a smile plastered on his face.
"Thanks." I said, my cheeks flushing.
Aryan cleared his throat. "Oh, Aryan? Mate, what are you doing here?" Usman asked him.
Wait. They knew each other? "Hey. I just wanted to give you a warning that if anything happens to her, Harris will beat you up." Aryan said, staring at Usman.
"Don't worry. I'll keep her smiling." Usman said as Aryan walked inside and we drove off.
