Obsessed

Chapter 1

Camilla

~ May, 2020 ~

"Camilla, if you don't stop moving I will burn yo ass." Nya says. I cover my mouth to keep from laughing. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry." I said. "Yeah yeah." She said under her breath.
My name is Camilla Rose Ocampos. I'm 22 years old and was born and raised in Jersey. My best friend and I recently moved out to LA to follow our dreams. I know that sounds corny and straight out of a movie, but it's the truth. See, my best friend Nya was a hairstylist and I was an aspiring model.
Anyway, my best friend Nya and I met in 3rd grade and have been inseparable ever since. She and I were polar opposites, which is why we meshed so well. Nya. My sweet, sweet Nya. She was aggressive on the outside but deep down, she was nothing but a big ol' teddy bear. The girl could throw hands, though. I watched her fight 4 girls at one time. Shawty was not to be fucked with.
Nya and I were posted up in our new 4 bedroom condo. It was nearing 9 pm and Nya wanted to experiment on my head. She claimed she had seen a cute hairstyle on Instagram and wanted to try it out on me. This girl was a beast when it came to doing hair, so I allowed it.
"Okay, I'm done. Take a look." She says, handing me a mirror. I was speechless. My best friend did her damn THANG! But that wasn't anything new. "You stay having me looking cute out here, girl!" I told her. She smiled. "I try, I try." "You try and you always succeed." I said. "You gonna make me blush. Stop!" She gushed.

The next morning, I was up bright and early. I had a photo shoot with this dope photographer whom I had already met through Instagram. Nya came with me for moral support. She also didn't want me to be kidnapped by a stranger. Those were her words, not mine. I mean, her heart was in the right place.
Nya and I hopped in my Jeep and were on our way. It was 10:30 in the morning and we had to meet up with the photographer at 11. "You think we have time to stop somewhere to get something to eat?" I asked Nya. I was too anxious to eat anything before we left the house. My stomach was rocking though. "We can stop at like a 7Eleven or something. We don't have time to be waiting in a line." Nya tells me. "You right." I said. "I don't know why you ain't eat anything before we left. You been up since about 7." My best friend says, sounding like my mother.
The photo shoot went so good. I mean, yeah I was nervous when I got there. But as soon as I got in front of the camera, all of the nervousness melted away. It felt so good. The photographer's name was Mike. He was cute but he wasn't my type.
"These photos are so bomb." Nya says, getting in the car. I put my seatbelt on and put my handbag in the backseat. "You stay gassing me." I tell her. "I mean that's my job, ain't it?" Nya says. I flipped my hair, turned up the radio and drove off.
As soon as we got home, my mother called me on FaceTime. "Hi, mommy." I said. "Hey, baby. How was the photo shoot?" She says. I took my hair out of the bun it was in and it fell down my back. "It actually went well. I was nervous as hell but as usual, I was overthinking." I tell my mom. "Of course." My mama says.
My mommy was my best friend in the entire world. Besides Nya, of course. Anyway, my mother and I had an unbreakable bond. I literally told her any and everything. When my mom found out she was pregnant with me, she was only 23 and fresh out of college.
"I never asked. How was your day?" I said to my mom. We had been on FaceTime for 2 hours. Nya and I were making a homemade pizza. I heard my mother sigh on the other end of the phone. "Chileeee." She says. "Uh oh. What happened?" I pressed. "It's Celeste." My mom said.
Celeste was my baby sister. She had just turned 18. I loved that girl like she was my own child. She took it the hardest when I moved out to LA. We were inseparable so it was hard for the both of us.
"What's wrong with Celeste? Is she okay?" I asked. "Honestly, I don't know. She's been acting out ever since you left. I'm worried about her." My mom says to me. Celeste was the sweetest most caring person I knew. She was beautiful inside and out. Acting out wasn't her thing. I felt horrible.
"I'll talk to her. Where she at now?" I said. "She told me she was going to the movies with some friends. I'm worried because she stopped sharing her location. It's almost midnight and her curfew was 11." My mother explains to me. It was almost 10 pm here in California. "Mommy, she's going away to college in the fall." I said. "Yeah, I know. What's your point?" My mama said. I sighed. "I mean, don't you think she's getting a little bit old for a curfew?" I say.
I mean, I didn't have a curfew when I was in high school. But then again, that was probably because I never really went out. Celeste, however? She was such a social butterfly. The complete opposite of how I was as a teenager. She was a cheerleader, a star student, popular, you name it.
Later that night, I decided to give my baby sister a call. To my surprise, she answered on the first ring. "Hey, milla!" She says. Hearing her voice made me smile from ear to ear. "Hi, princess. How are you?" I said. "I'm okay, I guess. I miss you!" My little sister tells me. "Aww, I miss you more. What're you doing?" I said. "I'm spending the night at Arianna's house. We're watching movies on Netflix and eating ice cream." Celeste says. "Ooh, y'all lit!" I said.
Arianna was my sisters best friend. Don't get me wrong, Celeste was a good kid. However, Arianna was the best influence on her. She kept her on her toes. Plus, Arianna was a good kid as well.
For some odd reason my mother was always harder on my little sister. It was weird because you would think she'd be harder on me right? Right. It was obvious that my mother didn't trust Celeste. And I didn't really know why.