I like Camila's butt and I cannot lie

2 - It's the return of fuckboy Mendes

"Really Shawn?" I shook my head at him.

"Is that really how you greet me now?"

"Oh sorry. What I meant to say was what are you doing here? Where the fuck have you been?" I come on over to hug him.

"I have been MIA for the past few months, a lot of things have been happening."

"I bet they have. How did you know I was here anyway?" I ask.

"I didn't. I just came in here and there your butt was. And I noticed you've changed quite a lot since the last time I saw you." He bit his lip, as he looked down at me. Specifically my butt.

"And you mister, haven't changed one bit."

"Of course, I'm a classic flavour."

I shook my head and looked at the clothing stuff on the racks. "So... You want to explain to me why you haven't been picking up my calls."

"I was MIA, okay? And I might have been in a little incident where I lost my phone and contacts." He shrugged and run a hand through his curls. "I honestly would have picked up your calls especially, but..."

"Whatever, I don't care."

He folded his arms and looked down at me. "I bet you called a lot."

"I called a... considerable amount of times." I turn away from him. He was getting too cocky. Literally and figuratively.

He dick was already flying out of his pants.

"Considerable huh?" He inspected me openly. "Hey, how we continue with our previous arrangements? We had a good thing going on, remember?"

"Oh, I remember." I put a strand of hair behind my ear.

"So, are we exchanging digits or are we planning to meet up on a certain someday?"

"Mmm... okay. Bring your phone."

I took it and began typing my number. "Call me on Saturday, at around 12 pm. And if you want foreplay, I'll be at the Downtown club. Be there or miss out."

I said straight faced and picked a dress then as I was about to walk away, he pulled me back.

"If you want me to be there, you better wear that dress you're holding right now." He pointed at the black leather dress that would fit me like a glove.

"Good, I planned on going with it anyway."

"Of course you did." His hand ran down my waist, down to my butt and I slapped his hand away.

"Shawn, this is a family establishment." I warned.

"But no ones around."

"Yeah but my mom is closeby and I don't want her to see a little fuckboy groping at her daughter."

"Your mom is here? Well it's time for me to exit the building, see you when I see you." He walked away.

"See you too Shawn."

And that, ladies and gentlemen, would be my fuckboy...

****

Shawn was a senior and as eccentric as they came. Every other day he would knock on our door or climb through the window through our window via fire escape, wanting to borrow milk, show my roomate, Lauren and I a new song of his, but mostly just to flirt.

Shawn was infamous for being a lady killer. Women easily landed into his arms and it was no secret why. He had the looks, the guitar, the voice, the charisma, the list could run miles long. He could get any girl on campus bending over backwards for him in a blink of an eye.

Well, every girl except for me.

I don't know if you have noticed but Shawn loves to chase. 

Fortunately, I came to him as one when I had rejected him far too many times.

I'm certain that it drove him crazy. Seeing a girl he could easily get, not give him a second look.

Little did he know that I had given him a second looking, and a third and a fourth... you get my point.

I'd always been a sucker for boys like him. Wild boys.

Boys who acted on impulse and lived each day as if it was their last. And the son of a bitch fitted that description perfectly.

The had this rusty, hazardous van that he used to travel around, playing his rock pieces. The day I see him caged up in class, I swear the sun will stop shining right there and then.

He only lived for pleasure and pleasure only. He was by definition, hedonistic.

That's why I gave him a second looking.

After many months of chasing. He finally had me. On that faithful Friday night at a frat party.

Not long after that, I remember ending up in his van. As the night grew old, the making out began and I guess you figured out what happened next.

We fucked.

I waited until daylight to escape home with Lauren and we compared notes on our way back home; I had been the only slut that night.

A/N
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