I Fell In Love With A Bad Boy

Camilla Is A Problem

Nathan's POV

After school Rihanna and I went to her house to do our class project. The moment we got there I'm sure my jaw dropped at seeing her house.

I wasn't expecting a mansion; I was expecting a normal two story house - but that's not the case.

It appeared that Rihanna was rich. There was no if's, and's or but's about it. Why didn't she tell me? Well I understand why she didn't tell me she was rich; just like I didn't tell her much about myself either.

We walked into her house, it was silent for the most part; but we could hear music on the second floor.

It wasn't your typical good music either; it was Barbie Girl, and Spice Girls; and all of that girly shit.

"What is that horrible music?" I asked.

Rihanna sighed, "that would be Camilla. She has a horrible taste in music, I know." Rihanna said laughing.

"Camilla is home?" I asked almost afraid of the answer.

I didn't like Camilla. In fact she really annoyed me. She didn't get the hint when I told her I didn't want to date her.

"Will she notice we're here? I don't want her bothering me or you about something or other." I said in an annoyed tone.

"No she won't notice, unless she somehow hears us," Rihanna said smirking.

Rihanna started to walk up the stairs. I followed her; when ew reached double wooden doors with roses engraved on them - we walked in.

"This is my room." Rihanna said.

I looked around, seeing dark blue walls, with baby blue roses. Baby blue curtains, black carpet, a walk in closet, a private bathroom; and a balcony. The bed had black silk sheets, with dark blue and baby blue comforter, the pillow cases were dark blue also.

"Nice room. I expected it to be pink or some girly color," I joked.

Rihanna turned to glare at me looking unimpressed.

It was scary, just a little bit. Now I'm learning that I don't want to be on her bad side.

"I am not a girly girl. And I hate pink. So why would I paint my walls that color?" Rihanna said scowling.

I shrugged, "Sorry I didn't mean to imply you were a girly girl. Because I can see your not." I quickly said.

Rihanna nodded her head, accepting my answer. I sighed in relief.

We sat down at the round end table that sat in the middle of the room, and pulled out two slips of paper and a pen.

"Do I get to ask the questions first or do we ask questions at the same time?" I asked.

I was a but mad that Mrs. Anderson didn't explain how this was supposed to work.

"We both ask questions to each other," Rihanna said.

I nodded. "Ok. Favourite color?" I asked.

It was pretty basic for first questions. I've seen it been asked first in every 20 questions game.

"Blue. I'm going to ask the same question for you. Favourite color?" Rihanna said smiling.

"Mine is blue also, favourite food?" I asked the second question, writing down the question I asked her and the answer given.

She did the same. "Speghetti. And you?" Rihanna said as she wrote on her paper again.

"Pizza," I replied, "Favourite movie?" I asked.

Rihanna wrote down pizza next to the question 'favourite food?'.

"Rise Of The Planet Of The Apes." Rihanna said. "And you?" She said writing down the same question I asked her.

"Fast and Furious." I said. Rihanna wrote down my answer.

"Favourite book?" I asked.

"Don't have a favourite book. I read whatever looks interesting," Rihanna said.

I nodded writing it down. Then the door slammed open and there standing at the doorway was Camilla.

"Why didn't you tell me Nathan was over at our house?!" Camilla squealed loudly.

I had to wince at how loud her voice was. And how grating to the ears it was.

"You didn't have to know." Rihanna said calmly in a 'I don't give a fuck about you' tone.

"I live here too Rihanna! I need to know when people are coming over. Especially the hot ones!" Camilla said with a wink.

Oh god, I think I threw up in my mouth. That was so not okay.

"Get lost Camilla. We are doing homework." Rihanna snapped coldly.

She sounded angry. Why would Rihanna sound angry? Was she jealous? No she couldn't be.

"Nathan is mine Rihanna! You best remember that." Camilla said claiming me.

'Ewww I don't want to be claimed by this slut!'

"I am not yours Camilla. I never will be! You try that shit with me again, we are going to have problems!" I snapped glaring at Camilla angrily.

Camilla looked at me with wide disbelieving eyes. What she can't handle that I don't want her?

'Looks like Camilla is going to be a problem. A problem I don't need.'

"How can you not want this?" Camilla said motioning her hand down her body.

Is it possible to be even more disgusted?

"Read my lips. I. Don't. Want. You. Now. Get. The. Fuck. Lost." I said slowly as if I was talking to someone stupid.

Camilla's eyes widened in disbelief again. She scoffed. "Pfft yeah right. You will come around someday," Camilla said smirking.

Rihanna growled low in her throat, that was the only warning because she punched Camilla hard in the face breaking her nose.

I know Rihanna broke Camilla's nose because I heard the sickening crunch of something breaking.

Camilla screamed holding her nose.

"You broke my nose bitch!" Camilla screeched.

"Good. Now stay the fuck away from Nathan. You got it?" Rihanna coldly said.

With that Camilla left still holding her nose. My guess is that she would get a doctor to look at it.

"Why are you so angry?" I asked Rihanna.

She looked at me, cold fury still in her eyes.

"Because, your mine." Rihanna said in almost a whisper.

I felt so happy to hear those words come out of her mouth. We weren't even dating though. Well I will change that.

"Will you be my girlfriend Rihanna?" I asked her.

Rihanna smiled, "Yes I will," Rihanna said.

I wrapped my arms around her and spun her around. I leaned down and kissed her passionately.

God, the things this girl does to me. Still Camilla is a problem. Oh well I'll deal with it.

(A/N: This is chapter number 4. Finally finished. Next chapter will just be Rihanna's POV.