Señorita || Shawmila

5

As I walked back at the festival, I knew I was being stupid for many reasons.

First of all, I was trusting a boy that broke my heart and left me for a career as a musician.

Second, my friends were probably worried about me after I left the place since I was going crazy.

"What are you thinking about?" Shawn asked me when we stopped at a mini bar. "Two mojitos thanks." He told the barman.

"He didn't ask for your I.D." I muttered and he looked at me amused, I blushed crossing my arms on my chest.

"Same old Camila, aren't you?" I shrugged at his smirk. "I am well known here." He explained and I nodded, not that I really cared anyway.

"What did you exactly do when you arrived here?" I asked then, it was something that I kept thinking about since he moved away. But he didn't need to know that.

"A friend of mine hosted me for a while, I was trying to get a contract with a producer. But at the end I didn't make it, so I started ti write some songs on my own and then I sent some tracks to your uncle's studio. They contacted me and proposed me a contract which was very good so I agreed. And now I am finishing my first album." He smiled happily and I nodded as the barman gave us our drinks. "Now that I have enough money I'm living at the hotel not far from the studio, once I'll be done with my album I want to start a tour."

"Cool." I commented. "My uncle tells me you have a strong voice and he's sure you'll win as best new singer of the year." I told him shrugging my shoulders.

"But you already knew that, didn't you?" He joked. He wasn't wrong. When we were together he used to play his guitar and sing with me, I've always told him that his voice was incredible but at that time it wasn't that big of a deal.

"Maybe yes, maybe not." I took a sip of my mojito and closed my eyes at the flavour of the alcohol. I wasn't a fan of alcohol in general, last time I drank was when I was back in Canada with Shawn and some friends. After that I never really touched any alcoholic.

"What have you done in Canada?" He asked me then.

I narrowed my eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you were there and now you're here, I imagine something happened to make you move."

"Notching in particular." I started. "After you left I continued my life routine." I shrugged.

"Camila you can't cry forever! Get yourself together and go to school!"

"But mom, it hurts so bad. I can't do anything but thinking about him."

"Then I concentrated on school." I continued to explain.

"Your grades are getting lower and lower." My teacher told me. "What's going on with you Miss Cabello?"

"I'm just in a bad period of my life, I think."

"When I reached my 16 years old I started to work, you know, to start saving money for the future." I nodded lying.

"I'm sick of you! Grow up Camila, he was a boy, not your damn life."