Secret Love

Chapter 7

Camila's POV

"Oh wait, this is Shawn's phone!" Dinah said holding a black iPhone. "I'll give it to him." I said. He shouldn't be too far.

"Okay Mila, I gotta go now." Dinah simply said as I nodded, and she made her way to the window fire-escape.

I was near to Shawn's car but there was no one in it, and that curious for a second. Where is he? I looked around the parking lot, and my question was answered. Shawn was in Lauren's car, his lips attached to Lauren's. I guess I was supposed to be angry at Lauren, but I was mad at Shawn. Jerk.

Shawn's POV

Oh crap. I'm done for. There she was. The short, cute, pretty girl that I love. And seeing me kissing another girl is not normal to see if you love someone else.

Aaandd... I left my phone in there. Wow, Shawn. She dropped my phone, her eyes about to burst with water. She quickly ran back inside, her long hair swaying in the wind.

"Camila, I-" I screamed as she ran inside.

"Shawn, that's it. Okay, I am done." said Lauren.

"C'mon, Laur-"

She unlocked the car door, looking the other way.

I silently got out of the car, as Lauren left. She went down the street, when she was no longer in sight.

"Mila..." I muttered.

Camila's POV

DING DONG! DING DONG!

I went downstairs, wiping my tears from my eyes, and opened the door.

"Get out." I demanded.

"Mila please-"

"What else do you have to say to me? You lied to me, Shawn. You can't say 'I love you' to two different people! Can you just PLEASE make up your mind and stop lying to me!" He stepped nearer to me and embraced my small figure, but I instantly push him away. I might sound selfish, but I want to be the only person he loves.

"But-"

"No "buts." You either stay my best friend, or stay with me." I replied,"Look, i'm sorry. And I don't like being mean, you know me. I just..."

"I gotta go soon. I have a concert to attend."

He grabbed the door knob....

And I grabbed his arm.

"Shawn, look, everything has been hard for me lately." I started to cry,"Shawn-"

He pulled away from me, limping out of the door, as I stood by the entrance and sat down on the cold, stone stairs, the wet and cold rain wetting my hair, as i shivered.

Shawn's POV

I feel dumb. I feel like a jerk. Ugh.

I stared at Camila from the corner of my eye, as she looked down.

She looks pretty when she cries too...

It's not really about how gorgeous girls look... Camila's personality was one of a kind. She is funny, nice, cool, loving, forgiving... but I blew it and I am going to New York in a day.