The Popular Girl is Broken

Chapter eleven

we're all born so beautiful, the greatest tragedy is being convinced we are not.

11.

Bree's POV🌷

"Nooo," I whine as I change the radio station.

"You know youre whining to a radio, right?" Camilo asks chuckling.

"Yeah but sometimes that shit works on radios"

Camilo chuckles again shaking his head as he makes a turn then parks the car. "We are here"

Smiling I look at the building in front of me. It's a three or four floor building, its exterior is Dark blue and white,  "This is your recording studio?"

Camilo shrugs, "I guess, but today is just practice"

He opens his door, standing up, putting his phone on his back pocket then walks to the passengers door, opens it for me and I stand up.

We both walk in silent inside the building.

I look at Camilo's clothes, he is now wearing khaki chinos, black and white Lakai's and a button up shirt that I had folded up to his elbow.

The secretary glances up at us then nods.

Camilo gives the lady a smile before we kept walking.

We stop in front of an elevator, "The band is gonna love you" Camilo says looking at me.

"I hope so, if they hate me I'm gonna drive myself back to my house with your car"

The elevator doors open, reveling a medium sized room, all glass windows, a guy stepped out giving me a smile then walking off.

We quickly step in and I notice Camilo being too serious as he clicks on the number 3.

I decide to ignore him, so I turn around and look outside the windows.

A large beautiful looking park, but not just any park. On one side there's fancy looking benches, then on the other side there's a bunch of really tall slides. Then I notice this is like an inside thing.

"Woah," I whisper to myself, not being able to take in what I was looking at.

Camilo walks and lays against the glass besides me, "Amazing, right?"

Not trusting my voice, I nod.

"It's like a mini Disney World" Camilo says then we hear a Ding! Signaling that we are on the third floor.

We turn around and I gasp. The third floor is even more amazing than the first one.

It's childish and cool. A bunch of toys and skateboards hanging on the bright yellow, green, red and blue walls.

Different kinds of stuffed bears, large posters, awesome music playing.

We quickly step out, Camilo nods at the two large guards as we walk.