could it be you calling me down?
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Lani
"Fuck you Camila!" I yelled, throwing all of her shit belongings off the balcony from my (our) former two story house.
"What the fuck Lani?!" Camila yelled, quickly hopping out her car to see why I was throwing her stuff outside.
"I'm so tired of this shit!" I yelled back at her, throwing down her oh-so precious guitar. she yelped when it barely hit her... damnit.
"My guitar! Lani, what the fuck is going on?" The ex lover of my life yelled at me.
I stared viciously down at her. How dare she play this innocent card on me? She knows what she's done.
"Why don't you ask that bitch you've been fucking behind my back!" I crossed my arms. I can't wait to hear some bullshit excuse.
Her features softened making my heart tug. "Lani..." she started.
I held up my hand. "I don't want to hear it Camila." I sighed, pushing the hair out my face. "I just want you gone."
"Please let me explain." She moved closer to the balcony.
I shook my head. "No. Just please go now."
She hesitated before grabbing one if the boxes I threw down and collected the stuff that fell out.
"I'm gonna need the house key too." I called out to her when I saw her packing the boxes into her car.
She stared at me for a while before fishing into her pockets and throwing the key up to me.
"Thanks." I awkwardly muttered and closed the balcony doors behind me.
I sighed and sat down on the bed we once shared. I couldn't stop the tears from coming down my face. Two years with this girl and this is how she does me? Camila's been cheating on me with her so called best friend Dinah. "Best friends" my ass. I lowkey knew something was going on I always ignored it because I trusted her. Today was the last straw. I knew Camila wasn't working late, she was with Dinah.
That was the last time I saw Camila Cabello.
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the songs for this book are:
right my wrongs- bryson tiller
angel- the weekend
