I like Camila's butt and I cannot lie

6 - For a good time, call...

It's been twenty four hours and I've been getting continuous booty calls from men I've never met before.

How they got my numbers is still unknown to me and it shakes me to the core that about three different men who I have never met called me for casual sex. Especially emphasising on anal.

I couldn't have given them my numbers when I was drunk, right?

I do get a tad bit wild around liquor but I do have my limits. I'd never just give out my number to any random guy.

Well... at least to random GUYS.

It was noon and I sat nervously for the Annie vocal auditions and the phone call I just got from a Jack Parrow didn't help calm me down for it one bit.

Instead of thinking of my audition to come, I looked down, distracted by my phone. Thinking hard on why they kept calling me.

"Camila Cabello." The woman called, emphasizing the L's in my name that need not to be emphasized.

"Just go ahead and sing the verse on the sheet." She said not giving me much attention.

"Um... okay." I picked up the sheet and my face turned into a scowl. It was the song I least liked in the play.

But I veered on and sang the verse, staring out slow then building up momentum. Soon, everything around disappeared and all I thought about was what I was doing at the moment.

As soon as my eyes closed, everything else closed too. The criticizing stares from the judges, the bored spectators, the rest of the auditioners. Everything.

I just become one with the song. And the rhythm.

And I was totally engulfed in my world, but unconvincably...

my phone rang.

And as much as I would love to ignore it and cringe inwardly and wish that it hadn't just rang, it did. I opened my eyes and look at the woman in front of me who had eyes that just screamed: 'Unprofessional'.

I was so embarrassed that I did nothing at that moment but give a weak apology and went off the stage, whereby taking a walk of shame with my huge butt following after.

I then left, not even waiting for the after feedback on our performances and the information we'd hear about our role placements.

I just knew I lost the role.

So this sent me sitting outside the college theatre, panting heavily. My self pity and anxiety then slowly turned to anger and I took out my phone and made it my duty to call this some bitch.

The time I waited as the phone rang only gave time for my anger to brew.

Soon I was answered by the first boy who'd called me and had inappropriately texted me a few times after. Ian Sharad.

"Yeah? So you've thought about it?" He asked.

"Not even. Just one question though... how did you get my number?"

"Your number? Oh, this one guy I met on Saturday. Shawn or something, he said I can call you for a good time. Clearly his advice was pure rubbish."

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I typed out his number furiously as I stood outside the theatre. My heart was as hot as heated metal as I called for him.

An answer soon came on the line. "Camila? We haven't made it passed the week and you're already calling for some action?" He said smugly through the phone.

"Not even close. Can you just fucking explain to me why in the world strange men call me for a so called 'good time' which you recommended?"

He hissed through the phone. "I thought I was doing you a favour."

"How? How would that ever be a favour Shawn?"

"I dunno? I guess you seemed like you needed as much man beef as possible, so I expanded your variety a bit."

"Hahahaha, fuck you." I laughed sarcastically. "So you thought giving my number to your friends was the solution?"

"Don't be ridiculous, they were strangers I met on campus. Why would I want to share you with my friends?"

"Oh, that's just great. Share me with a bunch of strangers, it makes everything so much better. And gee, did you know that one of your recommendations just cost me an audition?"

He groaned out of nothing but pure frustration. "Ever heard of do not disturb or I dunno... flight mode?"

"That's not the point. I just--"

"I don't have time for this."

I then heard a long beep that indicated the end of the call which left me to gasped into the phone.

He was unbelievable, he did something wrong and he couldn't not even own up or apologise for it. Instead he cut me off because I'm 'time consuming'.

He must be out of his fucking mind.