Your POV
It was 11 o'clock at night and I was still up. Shawn would've been home by now. I was sitting on the couch, lights off, while watching YouTube on my phone. I suddenly hear a car door slam shut and I turn off my phone.
The door opens and Shawn comes in. He shuts the door and a sigh of relief comes past his lips.
"Where have you been?" I ask, getting up from the couch.
He jumps and says, "Y/n..."
"I'm waiting for an answer Shawn," I say, impatiently.
"I was at the studio," Shawn says, rubbing his neck.
He turned on the lights and I could see a purple bruise on his neck. I gasp.
"You-" I say, "you cheated on me."
"I would never!" Shawn lies.
"Don't lie to me! The evidence is on your neck!" I shout.
He sighs, "Let me explain, and if it's not good enough for you then I'll leave."
"Better be good," I scowl.
"I was at the studio and then I got a call from Camila. She needed me to come over to help with making a present for one of her friends, so I went over after I was done at the studio which was at 9. I got to her house, I opened her door, and called her name to see if she was there. She said she was in her room and things just went downhill from there..." He explains nervously.
I was silent. It was Camila, one of my best friends.
"I tried to stop her, I promise. I would never purposefully hurt you," Shawn says, his eyes glossy.
"Take a shower and get to bed. I have something to do," I mutter, loud enough for him to hear.
"You believe me?" Shawn asks.
I just nod. He hugs me and goes upstairs to take a shower. I get in my car and drive to Camila's. Getting out, I knock on her door. It opens to reveal Camila.
"Y/n! Hey..." She said, fear evident in her eyes.
"May I come in?" I ask politely.
She looks shocked, but nodded, stepping aside for me to walk in.
"Your not mad?" She asks, closing the door.
"I'm not mad," I say and her jaw drops, "I am infuriated!"
She steps back.
"By the way, he was great! I mean I did it with quite a few guys, but not like him," Camila smirks.
That's it!...
I lunge. I punch her, kick her, pull her hair, slap her, everything imagineable.
"I TRUSTED YOU!" I yell, "YOU KNEW HE WAS WITH ME! WHY?!"
"I was jealous of you okay! He loved you and not me! You have everything! A great boyfriend, a good job, real friends, how could I not be jealous of you?!" She yells back.
"You are a pop star! Every girl wishes they were you! Even me!" I scream, stopping while getting off her.
I break down crying beside Camila. She sits up and worry fills her eyes.
"I didn't know," Camila says.
"Well now you do. I've always wanted to sing for a career even though I wasn't very good. It's my dream, I always wanted to be in your position. To take your place for at least a day," I sob.
