Trust me | shawmila

10

After the dinner and speeches I decided to get a drink at the bar, not really wanting to dance because it just wasn't my thing. Ever since the last party I went to with Shawn I haven't really been to another one. They just bothered me and there wasn't really a point since I hated dancing in front of people anyway. So, instead of dancing around with everyone else I just found a nice empty table to sit at in the corner of the venue, sipping on my drink as I people watched for a while.
"You're kind of a party pooper you know that?"
I looked up to see Shawn as he sat down next to me with a drink of his own in his hand and another that he sat down in front of me. Good thing he brought it because I had finished the one I had gotten earlier already without realizing it.
"I just don't like parties, that's all. Apart from the music. The music is good." I shrugged then looked over at him as I had a drink of whatever he brought me. It was actually pretty good and I drank a third of it before taking a break.
"If I go pick a good song will you dance with me? Just one dance? Please?" He asked, giving me the pouty face he knew I could never refuse.
I rolled my eyes then let out a small sigh.
"Fine. One dance then the rest of the night you better leave me the hell alone." I warned him.
"Deal." He grinned, finishing up his drink before walking over to the DJ.
While he requested the song I finished off the drink that he brought, mentally preparing myself as he walked over to drag me out onto the dance floor as the current song ended. Before I could ask what song he requested he pulled me close to him, wrapping one arm around my waist while the other held my hand in his own. The familiar intro to our mutually favorite song came on and I couldn't help but smile.
"It's been a while since I've heard this." I said as I put my hand on his shoulder then swayed with him to the music, resting my head on his shoulder for a moment.
"I think the last time we actually danced to this song was prom night." He chuckled softly.
I smiled at the memory. That was the moment I knew I loved him...
*Flashback*
"Hey, Jenna. Guess who just got a date to prom." I said with a grin as I walked over and sat down next to her and the boys at our usual table in the lunch room.
"No way. Who asked you?" Jenna asked excitedly as she shifted her body to face mine.
"Joey Peters. He just asked me after English class." I said happily.
Joey was part of the football team and also quite the good looking guy so to be asked by him was a big deal. Honestly, to be asked at all was a win for me since no one usually asked me to prom and I ended up going on my own anyway and third wheeled with Jenna and Jason. However, my good mood was broken when I heard a scoff from across the table, My gaze immediately turned to Shawn who shook his head at me.
"What? You shocked that I could get a date?" I asked him.
"Come on, Camila. Joey Peters? The guy is a douche bag. You shouldn't be going with him." He said.
"He's not that bad, Shawn. He's actually been pretty sweet to me all week and I already said yes. I'm not going to turn him down now just because you're jealous that I could actually get a date and you're still looking for one." I argued, not understanding why he was acting like this but it was really bothering me.
"He's just going to end up hurting you, Mila."
"That's it. I'm done here." I said as I stood up and headed towards the door.
"Fine, but when he breaks your heart don't come crying to me!" He called after me.
I ignored him and kept walking, even though part of me was a little scared that he was right.
After school I was stopped by Joey in the parking lot and since I knew Shawn was watching I stepped closer to him just to piss off Harry even more.
"Hey, I'll come get you at six on Friday, okay?" He said with a smile.
"Six is perfect. I'll see you then." I smiled and nodded.
"Great. See you later." He said as he walked off.
I walked over to Shawn who usually gave me a ride home from school, simply giving him a smile as I got in the car. The whole ride home I could tell he was just furious, but I still had no idea why he was so pissed off about the whole thing. I'm a big girl and perfectly capable of handling myself. We parted ways without a single word said between us and it stayed that way until Friday night came around. I got all dressed up, slipping on the red dress I had picked out when Jenna and I shopped for dressed. Jenna helped me style my hair and put some makeup on me to actually make me look good for once. I wasn't a fan of makeup really so I rarely wore it, but now that I had it on I looked like a completely different person.
"You look hot, Camila. Joey is going to be all over you." Jenna giggled.
I playfully rolled my eyes.
"It's a school dance, Jenna. Nothing is going to happen." I said as I fixed my hair then checked my phone to see if there was any messages from Joey yet since I told him to let me know when he was coming.
A few minutes later Shawn and Jason pulled up in the convertible that Jason's dad was letting him use, Shawn's date at his side as he sat in the back seat. I had to admit I was a little jealous by how close he was to her, but I pushed it out of my mind as we sat outside on the porch for a little while to wait for Joey. It was pretty close to the time the dance started and there was still no sign of him so I just decided to send everyone off while I waited for him.
"Camila, are you sure? You could ride with us and he could meet us there." Jason said as he looked over at me.
"No, I'll just wait here. You guys go ahead. We'll be there in a bit." I smiled, hiding the fact that I was actually a little nervous that I had been stood up.
"Okay. Let me now when you're coming okay?" Jenna said as she gave me a quick hug then left with Jason.
I watched them get into the car and saw Shawn glance over at me like he wanted to say something, but he never did and instead turned away as they drove off. I let out a small sigh and sent Joey another message asking where he was. It finally got to a point where I just called his parent's house phone until his mother picked up.
"Um hi, Mrs. Peters. It's Camila. I was wondering if Joey was home. He was supposed to pick me up an hour ago but he isn't here yet and I was wondering if-"
"Oh, honey. I'm sorry. He left a while ago with Stella." She interrupted.
"Oh. Thanks." I said, hanging up the phone as I felt my eyes water.
Shawn was right. I never should have trusted him.