escape to paradise • camila cabello & you story

Chapter 2

I'm glad some of you like this story, despite me being slow with updates. It's tough because I had this as an old draft and it's such terrible writing from like, 4 years ago. I apologize in advance if the writing is off or its repetitive.

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It's been a few days since I encountered Camila (and Shawn) at the grocery store. All I could think about was, why was I so stupid? To think that a beautiful brunette like her wouldn't have a boyfriend was beyond me. The worst part was that Shawn was good- good for her, he's a nice guy.

I shook the thoughts out of my head. Pushing my way through the crowd of people, my eyes wandered to peer at the fresh surroundings. Regardless of being familiar with the high school, it was still a new experience, so I decided to treat it as one.

"Ah, you must be the new student this year. Welcome to my English class. My name's Mr. Dean, and you are...?" said an abrupt voice. My eyes darted to be met with a broad-shouldered man with a distinct beard and a pair of glasses.

"Y/N Y/LN, sir."

"No need to call me that, makes me sound like a superior or something." But wasn't he? Mr. Dean noticed my puzzled look and waved his hand in the air as a dismissal. "Don't worry about it. What I meant was, I may be a teacher, but I'm more than happy to be a friend than anything else."

"I can already tell this class is gonna' be fun," I chirped, earning a grin from the older man as he nodded his head and gestured towards the seats in front of his desk.

"Feel free to take any seats that are open. I don't care for seating arrangements. That'll be for partnered projects, if I ever do assign those in the near future."

Nodding, I thanked him and took a seat at the front, noticing there wasn't a single student sitting there. I quietly dropped my backpack against the leg of the table, taking out a notebook and a pen to pass time until the bell rang to signify the start of the day. I was never one to be late to things, and thankfully I had something that could distract me.

Clicking my pen, I began to outline a curvaceous goddess on the blank sheet of paper, humming quietly to myself as I did so. I saw a familiar figure walk past me with a strap over her one shoulder-- her dark brown hair cascading naturally down her shoulders.

Oh god, seriously?

Camila's POV

"Shawn, I have to get to class," I whined, giggling quietly at Shawn's lips that peppered against my cheek. I heard his throaty chuckle as he reluctantly pulled away. Giving him a small squeeze around his waist, he hummed contently and was about to speak up before something caught his eye. Following his gaze, I saw Y/N. She was absolutely stunning.

The girl wore denim ripped jeans, a v-neck shirt, and had her hair tied up in a messy bun. This was a completely different depiction of her, aside from when we met at the beach a few weeks ago. "You should go talk to her, I've known her for a few years now. I'm sure you two would get along well! Looks like she has English. Isn't that your first class too?" Shawn asked, taking me out of my thoughts as I nodded.

"Yeah. Hey, I'll meet you at lunch, okay?" I exclaimed, receiving a nod from the Canadian boy as he pecked my cheek one last time before leaving to find his class. Taking a quiet, deep breath, I held on to the strap of my backpack as I walked in to the classroom, greeting Mr. Dean with a warm smile as I made my way down the row of seats. Noticing Y/N at the front, I decided to take it upon myself to walk past her and sit at a seat a few rows behind. After our encounter a few days ago, I've not had a clue on my feelings. There was no doubt in my mind that something about Y/N allured me, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.