Baddies/ Omaha

twenty-four ❁

Blaire's POV

I smiled at the instagram comments getting up from my bed. I went to my bathroom squinting, so i could see. I opened my contacts case, grabbing my
clear lenses. I reach to put my contact in, and it falls down the sink.

"Are you fucking kidding!" I shout looking through the box to see I have no extra ones. I wash my face, snatching my glasses from the case. I slide them on my face frowning. "I hope Cam doesn't think i look like shit," I sigh.

I rummage through my closet finding a decent outfit, laying it out on my bed. I smile, removing my purple tank top, sliding on the spaghetti strapped dress. I let my curly hair down, ruffling it a bit. I slid on my shoes.

I hear a car horn, causing me to jump. I ruffled my hair once more, before leaving my house.

"Damn," Cam whistled. I rolled my eyes playfully before stepping into the car.

We pulled up at this fancy ass restaurant and my mouth gaped open. Cam came to my side of the car, helping me out. He leans back a bit, smirking. "Blaire you got a fat ass," he winks. I hit his arm playfully laughing.

"Reservations for Cameron," he smiles. I hold his hand, looking around the restaurant. The waiter leads us to a table, handing us menus. "Can I start you off with a drink?" She asked.

"I'll have a pink lemonade," I smile. "Lemon water please," Cam asked. She nodded, heading towards the back. "I'm really surprised you came with me tonight," Cam chuckles. "Oh shut it, you know I like you idiot," I state.

We spent the rest of our night, laughing and getting to know eachother.