Camila
I glance at the mirror in my bathroom, looking at my clothes.
It was a good idea to wear streets clothes, right?
I walk out of the bathroom, and I look over next to my window.
Oh, did I forget to mention? Shawn's my neighbor.
Some girls call me lucky, I call it a pain in the-
"Camila! Someone's here!" I hear my mother yell.
My mom trust Shawn, but my dad, don't get me started.
I walk downstairs, and my mom glances at me for a second.
Then she walks away. I face Shawn.
Then he bursts into a pit of laughter.
"What?" I ask, mumbling. He stops.
"Oh, nothing," Shawn says. "I've never seen you like- that."
I roll my eyes, then we leave.
* * *
I sit down in Shawn's, surprisingly, motorcycle.
I fiddle with my fingers, softly tickling Shawn.
* * *
I walk in, seeing people dancing, drinking, grinding...
"Welcome to the Badlands," Shawn says, walling towards a drink.
I gulp, wondering the consequences that can happen. It's only for today?
"Can I have some?" I ask, referring to the lemonade.
"It's spiked."
I shrug, not caring. (even though I'm really scared)
I take the red plastic cup out of Shawn's hand, taking a sip.
Shawn smirks. "You just proved that you can take a risk." I smile.
* * *
I sit down outside, looking at the sky, which has stars. So, I'm looking at the stars.
Well, until I hear Shawn's voice.
"Out here? Not the bad girl I know. Wow." Shawn says, smirking at me.
I groan in frustration, standing up.
I sigh. "How can I make it up to you?"
He smirks. "Play spin the bottle with me."
My eyes grow wide.
I've played spin the bottle; Lauren dared me to play 7 minutes in heaven, with Austin Mahone.
We kissed,
We dated,
He left.
A regular relationship if you ask me. Eh, sort of.
I sigh."Sure. Lets go."
Then we go back in.
* * *
For the past 20 minutes, girls have been kissing boys, boys and boys, girls and boys.
Then the bottle turns to me.
I breath in heavily, scared of my dare.
"I dare you to... play seven minutes in heaven!" Says, unfortunately, Dinah.
"Okay." I say, confident.
"With Shawn." Dinah adds, smirking. I softly gasp.
I look over to Shawn, who is drinking what seemed to be 'lemonade.'
"Uh, okay." I reply, adding a 'smile.'
Me and Shawn walk in to a closet.
My body tenses up when Shawn puts his hand on my waist."Scared?" He asks.
I scoff. "Me? Scared? Pftt. No."
The closet door slams shut, and we hear a click.
"What?" I say, trying to open the door. "Locked? Dinah!"
I back up, resting my head on the wall. This shouldn't go so bad.
"Not the bad girl phase anymore. Shocker." Shawn says, smirking.
I sigh, facing Shawn. "I could get through this night. I swear."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Stay the night."
"W- What?"
"Stay here. For the night. With me."
"Okay."
We shake, and we let go.
I am having so many deals with Shawn Mendes.
I find it cool.
