roommates ✧ shawmila

chapter 12: call me

Camila's breath hitched in her throat

Jack whimpered into her shoulder, long fingers tightly grabbing her upper arms. His usually big eyes were tightly closed, lips pressed together, giving an expression of pain.

"Uh, what?" An irrational fear gripped her as she tried to Jack quickly grabbed her again, preventing her from moving. He shook his head frantically in short, braced movements. "P-please just don't." 

Her eyes widened, frightening scenarios running through her brain. "But why?"  Then she felt something hard poke her thigh. Oh. Now she were the one freaked out. 

Jack's hands were shaking as he held on to her for dear life. Never, in his entire playboy career, had he ever encountered a situation as awkward as this. 

Camila was just thankful that the others weren't paying much attention to the two of them, because it would otherwise have been a trickier situation. 

The remaining journey was hell for both of them.  Camila sat as still as a statue, holding her breath at moments, trying to make as less movements as possible and mentally praying to all the gods she knew. 

Jack was even stiller than her, breathing even shallower, trying not to get too excited, and praying to even more gods. 

He was the first to breathe a sigh of relief when the car rolled to a stop at the big gates. She got out first, eager to escape the awkward feeling, and moved to wake the other boys.

Meanwhile, Jack grabbed the biggest bag he could find, and held it in front of him to hide his tent pitch. 

Shawn was the second last one to wake up, followed by a still scarily quiet Johnson—or at least, that's what Camila thought his name was.

The brown haired boy's eyes immediately went to the big bag in Jack's hands, and then to her nervous face, and he put two and two together, letting a smirk grow on his face. 

Camila caught it, her dark glare daring him to laugh at her expense. Well, technically it was Jack's too, but it was more problematic for her as she literally had to live with the cheeky brown devil.

"Come on." Shawn grabbed her arm when no one was looking, leading her inside the doors and threading through the throngs of people to who-knows-where.

She turned her face upwards, admiring the interior of the penthouse, which was even more luxurious than she had imagined. Despite the presence of all the beauty she could feast her eyes on, her mind still remained on Jack and his, er, problem.

Was it okay now? Maybe he would take a cold shower, or maybe he was going to find someone to take care of it for him—nope, she interrupted her own thoughts, shaking her head violently.

She did not need the visual  At least it hadn't gotten out of hand in the car. Otherwise it would have been quite a sticky situation, both figuratively and literally. 

With an exhale, she turned her attention back to the party. The attending crowd was massive, but was quite thinned out due to the overwhelming size of the place.

It was still dark out, as one could see through the transparent glass walls of the ground floor, the fluorescent lights outside glancing off the pretty, glimmering surface of the pool. Or pools, she hadn't seen all of the outside yet. 

Her nose wrinkled at the strong smell of alcohol and sweat that hit her as soon as she entered, and she subconsciously hid half of her face behind her roommate's shoulder, making him laugh.

"It usually gets worse when you're at the pool," he said, his hand still loosely holding on to her arm.

"But they probably have barbeque this time, since Tom loves those, and the food makes it a hundred times better." 

Still a bit absent-minded, she hm-ed and let her eyes travel around the perimeter of the singular space she were in, picking up the people who stood out the most.

Judging by the amount of curious and friendly eyes that followed Shawn, she guessed that she had been right about his infamy after all. "Where are we going?" Camila wondered aloud, as he slowed down a little more after the two of them had mingled even more with the crowd.

"I think I can handle my own, Shawn." 

"Nah, you'll probably get lost," he said, the fake contempt in his voice making her narrow her eyes.

"Relax, Camila. I'm just trying to lose the others so I can find someone suitable for you to acquaint yourself with." The defensive tone betrayed the fact that he didn't want her to be anywhere near his supposed friends, which was weird, since they were, well, his friends. 

"Okay, then," she muttered, still kind of confused by his behavior. The memory of his sudden seriousness back at the apartment was still vivid at the back of her mind, how his demeanor had turned from playful to almost wise.

That had given her major philosophy-major vibes, a manner which Shawn usually wasn't inclined to recreate.  However, as he led her further into the heart of the crowd, her brows furrowed. There was definitely a pretty girl making her way towards the two of them, a look of absolute concentration on her face.

The crowd parted easily in front of her, and apparently, Shawn noticed too, because he let go of her and told her to stay there.  "Don't move," he said, still watching the girl. "And keep you eyes on me." Her frown deepened, but she nodded, standing close to the mini-bar as he walked over to the unknown girl. 

Confused still, she watched them as they had a slightly heated conversation, with Shawn managing to keep a placid smile on his face as the girl talked with an expression flat, looking like she was close to either kissing or punching him.

Well, that was relatable. After a few minutes, Shawn turned half-towards where Camila were standing so that his face wasn't visible to the girl, and made eye contact with her. 

Discreetly, he raised a hand to the side of his face so that it formed a fist with his pinky and thumb sticking out. 

Call me, he mouthed. 

Although she still had no idea of what he was trying to achieve, she pulled out her phone and called him.

As she watched, he turned and gave the girl a cordial smile before picking up the call. "Hello?" He spoke into the phone. 

"Shawn, you headass, what are you doing?" she hissed, about done with him. Across the room, he chuckled softly, as if she had said something amusing. 

"Yeah, I'll be right there," he said. Before her surprised self could open her mouth, he ended the call, saying something to the girl next to him, who now looked just as lost as her. "What the hell..." Camila trailed off as he walked away from the girl.

"What is he trying to do?" 

"Trust me, you wouldn't want to know." she flinched as the new voice spoke up right next to her. Slowly turning her head to the side, she found an amused-looking Jack standing beside her, a shot glass nestled in his fingers as he leaned against the bar. 

He smiled. "So, what's up?"

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hope you liked this chapter and please do not expect an update everyday because i have a lot of other books that i still need to update as well and it's pressuring when everyone wants an update for roommates, also i made another book for everyone to enjoy while waiting on roommates called "SECRET OF AN ANGEL" <3