Life In The Fast Lane •JB•

19

Camilla

"This was so worth it even though its one in the morning," I laughed into the warm slice of pizza taking another bite. Lewis sat opposite me stuffing multiple mouthfuls into his face.

"I'm sorry I was ever so sketchy about you. You're pretty fuckin' awesome," Za chuckled, joining us with our midnight meal.

"You didn't even get to see it Za, she got 'em all in that bedroom and came out without a scratch," Lewis exclaimed, looking at the bandage wrapped around his bicep. Someone shot him, but only grazed his skin thank God.

"Guys, it was really nothing," I looked down, feeling all their attention on me. Little did they know earlier I was balling my eyes out about it, but they were never to know about that. I had to realise that if it wasn't them in that room, it could have been me. And they could have only done worse to me, and all those other girls. They deserved it.

As soon as we got home, Justin left to go attend a race that none of us were aware of. He said that he 'had to'. He could of just stuck around with us and enjoyed some cheesy pizza, but I guess business is business.

"Justin better get you doing more next time, huh?" Brandon added.

"I'd be happy to drive the cars around, I'll do anything," I smiled, getting playful smirks from all the boys. Emphasis on boys.

"Anything, aye?" Lewis winked jokingly.

"Well tonight I got rid of a few people and jumped off a boat in lingerie, so I guess I'm up for anything?" I laughed, receiving raised brows from the three.

"True, that was pretty bad ass," Za mentioned.

"I lost my only pair of high heels in the process, they out there somewhere in the ocean," I fakely pouted, sadly eating the last bite of my pizza.

"And what about that kiss huh? What was that about, Cam?" Lewis sheepishly smiled as my cheeks grew hot.

"I don't know. I mean I was full of adreneline I had to get it out somehow," I shrugged my shoulders, slumping over the kitchen bench.

"Damn, I was closer, you could of kissed me," Lewis added. I slapped his forearm sharing a laugh.

"No, it meant nothing." I added, lying.

Speak of the devil.

"What meant nothing?" Justin panted, reaching the kitchen with his hoodie slumped over his shoulder. He shoved between Za and Brandon grabbed the last slice of pizza, shoving it in his mouth.

"Nothing." I murmured, "How was the race?" I added trying to change the subject.

"Great." He said in an unsatisfied tone. "I wasn't the one they wanted," He looked up locking eyes with me. "They wanted to see you."

"You're kidding. Did you win?!" I asked eagerly nibbling on my bottom lip.

"Of course I did, Bieber always wins." He smirked, looking down at me.

"Unless its with me," I winked, mocking his cockiness.

"Mhm, whatever. They wanted you in that car, not me."