Nothing much, just fine, I am doing well.

Part 15

Camila's POV

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A group of people from Brad's squad were surrounding Lauren. They all had their had their phones out with the camera on.

In the middle of the group was Lauren with half of her white shirt torn off. Everyone was laughing and flashes from their phones were going wild.

Lauren looked at me with a puffy nose and tears in her eyes. A raspy and shaky voice came out of her mouth.

"Help me." I think everyone heard what she said because they all turned around to face me. I saw Brad smirking from the corner of my eyes.

"look who we have here. How nice of you to join us Camila." Brad clapped.

"How do you feel coming here and joining Lauren to be our second model?"

I glared at him with a straight face and turned towards Lauren. Think Camila. Think. How the fuck am I going to get her and myself out of this shitty situation.

Altogether there were about 6 people so there was no way I could fight them. My eyes scanned the narrow lane to find anything that would be useful. There was a pile of powder cement in a bucket near me.

I quickly threw my backpack towards them. I had 9 heavy textbooks in there so it would probably hurt them a bit. Then, I ran towards the cement pile and grabbed hold of the bucket. I swung the bucket as hard as I can to their direction.

They all started to cough and rub their eyes furiously. Since Lauren was near them, she also started rubbing her eyes but because she was behind all of them, only a few specks of the powder went into her beautiful green eyes.

I sprinted over to her and swooped her up into my eyes and dashed out of the alleyway. We probably have about a five minute head start until their eyes started to recover.

My head started pounding very hard and my lungs felt like they were about to burst but I have to keep running. Run away to somewhere safe.