fake love ; shawmila ✅

chapter 20

Shawn's POV

{present day}

I was at the studio writing some new songs or at least trying to write, when my phone started blowing up. I wanted to ignore it but it just kept distracting me, so I picked it up to see what was up.When I realised what it was, my mouth fell open.

Camila was hanging out with Anthony.

No she can't be that stupid. What the fuck is she doing?

My primal instinct was to call her and shake her out of her daze, but I held myself back.

What she's doing is none of my business anymore.

My phone continued blowing up with this one picture of Anthony, that Camila probably took and it was now being circulated and reposted and of course people were tagging me.

I immediately went to her instagram account and clicked on her story. It was a picture of Anthony, he was looking down at a cup of ice cream that was in his hand, and she left a caption that said "so weird bumping into high school friends"

Friends? Is she fucking kidding me? They aren't friends. They never were friends.

The dating rumours had already started. My fingers were practically twitching to call Camila but I pushed myself to not think about it anymore.

It's time to move on from Camila. What she's doing, who she's hanging out with, it has got nothing to do with me. I don't want to think about her.

"Camila moved on fast."
"Shawn is probably already back in the studio writing why part 2"
"They'd make a cute couple ngl"

These comments were messing with my head. I switched my phone off and went back to writing.

Why would she voluntarily hang out with the guy who almost raped her? Camila can be stupid sometimes but this is next level stupid. What makes her think he won't repeat his actions? What if she needs me like last time but I'm not there?

My mind continued wandering off to the worst scenarios. I couldn't focus on writing anymore.

Why is it so hard to move on from her? Why am I still so bothered about what she's doing or who she's with? I don't know, but I definitely can't have her make such horrible mistakes.

I picked up my phone and switched it back on. My hands were shaking but I called her anyway. She didn't pick up the first time. She didn't pick the second or the third time either but on my fourth try, she picked up.

"Why are you calling me? I think the rules were clear enough. I don't-" She spoke with evident frustration in her tone.
"What the fuck are you doing with Anthony?" I tried to keep calm.

"That's none of your fucking business Shawn."
"Are you insane?! Or are you just doing this to piss me off? Anthony? Really?"
"Once again. It's none of your fucking business."

"Yes it is my fucking business Camila!" I shouted and pushed myself off of the chair I was sitting on. "Are you really this quick to forget what Anthony did to you? And you still choose to hang out with him and then post it to your Instagram. You're doing this to fucking piss me off, I know it! Don't be so fucking petty Camila. You aren't hurting me by hanging out with him, you're hurting yourself."