His Son's Teacher

8. Date

Friday night had arrived quickly after their little Ferris wheel adventure and Camila was freaking out. She didn't know what to wear or where they were going and Shawn wasn't answering her texts so she had no clue what was suitable for the date, much to her chagrin. Not to mention it was five minutes before he was supposed to arrive.

After the end of school, Brian had arrived twenty minutes later to pick Rio up. Camila checked that he was sure that he could care for the boy all night and if there was any trouble just call her and Shawn, but Brian assured the woman he had cared for the boy the whole night before, he could do it again. So Camila let them go, although she was still doubtful.

When she arrived home, she hurried inside and made her way to her wardrobe attempting to find the perfect outfit. Which was pretty hard to do when Shawn hadn't given her any hints on where they were going or what was suitable clothing to wear. She tried to call, no answer, she tried text, still no answer. So Camila was standing in a room full of clothes strung all over the room, not sure what to wear, while still wearing her work clothes.

She heard a knock at her apartment door and she sprinted to open it, ready to yell at Shawn for not giving her a heads up on what to wear for the date. She fling it open to find a smiling Shawn who wore a pair of jeans and a dress shirt. "You are so annoying." His smile fell and he tilted his head in confusion. "You don't just show up for a date and not tell the other person what they should wear." A smile once again appeared on Shawn's face and he walked in closing the door behind him and pulling her towards her room.

His eyes widened upon discovering the abomination that was Camila's room. Clothes spread all across the room, makeup lying all over the floor. In her bathroom, it was a mess of hairbrushes, shampoo bottles and more make up all over the place. "Were you that worried about how you looked?" She looked down. "I just want to look pretty for you." Shawn smiled and cupped her face, touching his lips to hers. "You are pretty. You are so pretty and you don't need to dress up and apply makeup just for me. I like you just the way you are." She blushed and kissed his lips softly before pulling away.

He looked around her room before pulling out a pair of jeans, a flowery top and a small cardigan, passing them to her and exiting the room, leaving her to change. She quickly changed and applied her make up before clearing up the room and made her way out to find Shawn at the door, speaking to Emily. "No Emily, we're not leaving Rio on his own." "Well is he here?" "No he's with Brian." Emily shook her head, "Why don't you trust me with Rio?" She asked.

Shawn groaned and slapped his hand against his forehead. "I don't trust you with my son because you don't care about him, all you want to do is go out with me because you think I'm good looking and have a decent house. well it's not going to happen, so leave me alone." He hissed to the blonde woman, deciding that being nice was getting nowhere for him.

She blinked for a few seconds before a smile reached her face again and placed her hand on his cheek, "You'll come around handsome." He shook her hand off and closed the door in her face. "Ugh." Camila laughed and he turned around to find her snickering. "Funny is it?" He asked. "Pretty funny." He smirked and moved in closer to the girl, backing her into a wall. "Still think it's funny?" She nodded. He groaned, "It's supposed to be intimidating." She giggled shaking her head, "Well, it's not." He sighed a small smile on his face, before leaning in and kissing her. The two stayed their passionately kissing in the middle of Camila's apartment for a few minutes before pulling away and Shawn looked at his watch. "Come on, we'll be late for our reservations." She nodded and grabbed her keys, letting him lead her out, locking the door and making their way to his car.

During their car journey, they turned the radio on to hear Sabrina Carpenter's voice come through the stereo system. 

And if I smile, hoping it's in your arms,