Camila
I slam my locker as the bell rings. The second worse noise (other than an alarm clock) that bugs me.
* * *
I sat in science class, all the way back, next to Dinah, who keeps jabbering about a party.
At a college! In New York!
"Please, Camila? Please?" Dinah said, annoying me to death.
I slam my hand onto the desk, getting ready to whisper yell.
Until a paper ball was thrown at me.
I turn my attention forward to, well, the guy sitting next to me!
Of course, the one and only Shawn Mendes.
Me and Shawn are friends, then we became distant. We are still friends, though.
I hope.
I softly glare at him, and he gestures me to open it. I open it.
Party tonight. You coming?
(p.s, you don't have an option)
I ball it up again, tossing it to Dinah. Then my eyes grow wide.
Wrong choice, Camila. Wrong choice!
I hear the ruffle of the paper, and Dinah squeals. I close my eyes, wishing the bell would ring.
And it does.
* * *
I walk down the lunch line, grabbing a tray, a plate of pizza, and then buying Hawaiian Punch.
In 3... 2... 1...
"Thank you! Thank you!" Dinah yelled, almost crushing me.
I open my can of punch, drinking some of the juice.
She finally lets go of me. "For- what?" Acting like I didn't know.
Dinah's shoulders drop, unwrapping the paper, which unfortunately, she kept.
"This." Dinah says, handing me the paper. I sigh.
I set the paper down, eating a part of the pizza, then wiping my face.
"Sorry," I say. "I'm backing down." Dinah pouts and whines.
I put my hands up in defense. "I'm not a party girl. Sorry." Dinah, being the desperate friend she is, drags me out of lunch room, and into an empty classroom.
"You're going!" Dinah whispers. I groan.
I grab the paper, throwing it into the trash can.
"That," I say, referring to the paper. "Belonged in the trash." I finish.
Then, like all regular teenage movies, the door opens, but it doesn't reveal a teacher.
It's 1:30; Shawn's make out time with, I don't know. A random girl?
"Hello! They made a janitor's closet!" Dinah yells, getting near them.
Shawn, being the regular all-time player (sort of) made the girl leave.
"I'm sorry. Are you guys- together?" Shawn asks, raising an eyebrow.
We look at each other. "No!" We both say in unison.
I furrow my eyebrows, walking out the door. Only to have Shawn come.
"Mendes, you just- saved me?" I say, giving a confused look.
Shawn smirks.
"From- going to a party? For bad people?" Shawn says.
I gasp. "I can be bad!"
Shawn bursted into a pit of laughter. "You? Bad? Ha!"
I growl, htiing him over the head with my binder.
"I'll prove it." I say, smiling.
Shawn smirks. "Really? How?"
My smile drops. Then I sigh.
"I'll go to the party."
"With me."
I face my attention to Shawn. "What?"
He gets closer to me. "You go to the party with me. Just to prove that you can be 'bad'."
I take out my hand. "Deal."
He shakes my hand. "Deal."
