School // j.g. c.c.

Eleven

Jack

Holy fucking shit.

"Jack." Camila said, snapping me back to reality.

"What?" I shook my head, shaking her from my thoughts.

"Are you ready to go?" I slowly nodded, tongue tied and she smiled sweetly.

"Friends can hold hands, right?" I basically whispered, she really did pretty much take my breath away.

I know she always look beautiful, but this time I think I finally realized I'm fucking in love just by looking at her.

She smiled again, and intertwined our fingers.

Her hand was cold, and it sent chills down my spine.

I could feel goosebumps begin to form on my arms, but luckily my suit was hiding them.

I opened her front door for her, and she thanked me.

"You clean up nice." She spoke, walking down her porch.

I followed after her, and just shrugged.

"I'm obviously not the hot date here." She smiled, but I don't think she meant for me to see it.

She reached her hand out to open her car door, and I swatted it away.

"Ow! What the hell was that for?!" She furrowed her eyebrows, cradling her hand.

I opened her car door for her, and she got in, glaring at me.

I got in on my side, and when I looked at her, she looked pissed.

"What's wrong?"

"My fucking hand is what's wrong." She glared.

I tried not to laugh, and grabbed the hand she was cradling.

I kissed it, and looked up at her.

"Better?"

She slowly nodded, "Friends don't kiss each other." She mumbled.

"It wasn't your lips, it was your hand sweetheart. Calm down."

"They don't call each other sweetheart either." She reminded me.

"Too damn bad, we just have a different friendship that others."

Camila

I wonder if he wanted to kiss my lips.

Or if he really did want to be with me.

I know last night I said I can't let him love me, but I can't help but fall for him.

It actually kind of pisses me off how sweet he is.

I know, weird right?

But the reason why is because the more sweet he is, the more I want to give him a chance and the more I see he's serious about me.

It's hard to keep reminding him were just friends.

But do friends look at each other the way I look at him?

Probably not.

"What are you thinking about?" Jack asked, glancing at me.

You.

"I dunno, things." I shrugged.

"Like what?" He kept his eyes on the road.

How gorgeous of a boy you are.