Señorita || Shawmila

8

"Really?" Shawn giggled as I hugged tighter, my nose was tickling his neck and our hands were holding each other's. "So now what?" He asked.

"Well..." I muttered, summer was over and school had started since two weeks or so. "I was thinking about joining the cheerleading team." I explained.

He laughed but when he noticed that I wasn't doing the same, he stopped. "Wait, are you serious?" He looked at me.

I frowned. "Yeah..."

"Why?"

"Because." I sat up. "I thought it would be a good thing for both of us, we could spend even more time together." I bit my lip, he was just staring at me like he was lost in his mind.

"I don't think you should audition."

"Excuse me? You think I'm not good enough?" I questioned getting upset, he shook his head. "This is what you're implying."

"No, I wouldn't." He took my hand. "It's just that cheerleaders aren't exactly the best people you can hangout with." He faked a smile. "Camila, those girls are all bitches and I don't want you to be judged."

I snorted. "Is that the problem?" I asked ironically. "Or is it because you don't want me to see how you flirt with the other cheerleaders?" I crossed my arms on my chest and he widened his eyes. "Don't look at me like that."