Driving Me Crazy

Chapter 7

I'm driving to my house now.  I can't believe I just had a somewhat civil conversation with Camila, that is...before James showed up. I probably said more than I wanted to, but I also felt extremely guilty as she sprinted away from me at the track for being a douche canoe.  Just the site of her in her black and white workout outfit and her tanned abs on full display was literally enough to drive me crazy and throw me off what I had originally cornered her to say.

When I got to the track and saw James putting down some laps, I decided to go for a walk.  Happening upon Camila on the bleachers was not planned, but also not entirely an accident.  Ever since James stared racing, when Camila would be at the track, she'd find the grandstands in the infield and climb to the top with her stop watch watching James take lap after lap.  This was something that originally attracted me to her.  She's unlike any girl I've ever met.  Her love for racing is something that I find extremely sexy and part of my blatant flirting with her was because I never knew how to act around someone who shared to same passions I do.

But today when I saw her sitting on the bleachers, I had an ulterior motive. The annual Indy banquet is being held at the Cabello's this year and after my talk with my sister the other day, I wanted to talk to Camila about the possibility of at least being civil during the dinner. I hate that she hates me, but like I've said, she has every reason to.

When she was getting ready to leave for college, although you really couldn't call us friends, we were well on our way to becoming friends and the potential for more was definitely there. On the night before she left, I had called her and told her that I wanted to take her the the track to watch the sunset and have a picnic. It was that night I was going to ask her to be my friend and if something else happened after that, I was 100% ok with that. However, stupid me forgot that I had told the guys to meet me that same night and with them came a handful of girls.

When Camila showed up at the track in a beautiful yellow sundress and gold strappy sandals, what she walked up on was not worthy of repeating, but it's safe to say she caught me in a very compromising position on the blanket I had set out for our picnic. 

Let's just say today was not the first day she's dead sprinted to get away from me and I've chased her back to her house. Although things didn't end as civil the first time as they did today. I don't think I've ever been slapped quite so hard or with as much precision as the day Camila hit me. I had a hand print on my face for a solid week. She cried and screamed at me until James came outside and dragged her back into their mansion. It was that day I knew I had fucked up and ultimately that I really wanted to be with her.

As you know, things between now and then have pretty much been like a black flag. A black flag in racing is when the cars have to stop dead on the track for one reason or another. Usually due to the safety and track maintenance teams having to clean the track after a really bad or multiple car accident. I feel like my relationship with Camila is at a dead stop right now and I'm really pushing for that green flag to drop so I can try and win her back so to speak.

Pulling in my driveway and heading into my house, Aaliyah stops me as soon as I get to the door. I had texted her and told her that I was going to try and make amends with Camila today.

"Sooo?! How did it go? What did she say?" She asks.

"Liyah, unfortunately I didn't get to say much before James showed up, but I almost admitted I might have feelings for her." I say as I run my fingers through my hair and head to find a comfy chair to sit on.

"YOU DID WHAT" she squeals.

"Liyah, I love you, but I don't want to talk about this right now." I say. I'm starting to get a headache so I head to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and some Tylenol. As I close my eyes and swallow the pills, my mind goes back to just a few minutes ago, and earlier at the track when Camila and I were so close at one point I thought of reaching down and kissing her. I realize that would have been incredibly stupid but when her breath hit my face and her scent invaded my senses I couldn't help it. The minute my hand grabbed her wrist, I felt chills run down my spine. She's so pretty and her need to be independent might scare some guys off, but it's one of the things I find most attractive about her.

Opening my eyes again I try and shake any and all thoughts of her from my mind.

Aaliyah joins me in the kitchen and grabs her keys. She reminds me that we have to go for our final fittings for our outfits for tomorrow. As we are driving to the boutique I can't help but think of Camila again. What she might be wearing tomorrow. What my parents or sister my say when they see me practically drooling over her.

In this moment I decide that I'm going to stop being a play boy, get tested in the morning for STD's and start my "race" to try and win Camila Cabello's heart.