Blurred Lines (originally started in Songs About Camren)

Loyal

~Young mula, baby (let me see)!
Ha ha, you thought it was over?
(let me see)

I wasn't born last night
I know these hoes ain't right
But you was blowing up her phone last night
But she ain't have her ringer nor her ring on last night, oh
Ni***, that's that nerve
Why give a bitch your heart
When she rather have a purse?
Why give a bitch your inch
When she rather have nine?
You know how the game goes
She be mine by half time, I'm the shit, oh
Ni***, that's that nerve
You all about her, and she all about hers
Birdman Junior in this bitch, no flamingos
And I done did everything but trust these hoes
(CB fuck with me!)~

 

Camila’s P.O.V.

I hopped in the car, taking a breath, the anger still coursing through my body and I wasn’t used it, not like this anyways. I’ve been angry before, but not for this-JEALOUSY. I’ve never loved anyone before, so I’ve never felt like THIS before, NO CONTROL of my emotions whatsoever.

“Where to Ms. Cabello?” my eyes not bothering to look at my driver, I was looking for the liquor.

I grabbed some whiskey from the mini bar in my car, taking a swig right out of the bottle, “just drive…” the warmth hitting my throat, invading my body, hoping to calm myself, it wasn’t working fast enough so I downed some more, “actually,” I took another sip, “take me to my office,” I managed to let out before clicking the button to the partition.

~When a rich ni*** want you
And your ni*** can't do nothing for ya
These hoes ain't loyal
These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see

Just got rich
Took a broke ni***'s bitch
I can make a broke bitch rich
But I don't fuck with broke bitches


Got a white girl with some fake titties
I took her to The Bay with me
Eyes closed smoking marijuana
Rolling up that Bob Marley, I'm a rasta
She wanna do drugs, smoke weed, get drunk
She wanna see a ni*** trap
She wanna fuck all the rappers

Black girl with a big booty
If she a bad bitch, let's get to it (right away)
We up in this club
Bring me the bottles
I know, girl, that you came in this bitch with your man
That's a no-no, girl
All this money in the air
I wanna see you dance~

I made my way out of my town car, almost tripping over myself-SHIT, maybe I had one too many, “just givmee few mins…” did I even make sense? I looked at my driver who closed the car door behind me, “jussss donts gooes anywhere, k?”

SLURRING, I’m definitely feeling it.

He tipped his hat, “I will be here whenever you’re ready Ms. Cabello.”

I walked into the gigantic lobby, security in place, but they all knew me, as they should, I looked to the right…

THE LOUNGE

I stopped, staring at the open view to it. Lighting was dim to set the mood, it is much later now, a few people in there, drinking, conversing…who freaking knows, I walked towards the lounge, taking a peek.

ONE MORE DRINK WON’T HURT.

 

I took a seat at the bar, “Camila! Your usual?”

I nodded as I watched him pour me a glass of whiskey, “thankssss Joe,” he slid the drink to me, attending to what seemed to be a couple at the other end of the bar.

I didn’t mind being alone, it was what I NEEDED.

“Fancy seeing you here,” the glass halting at my lips at the familiar voice, placing it back on the bar as I turned to my right, “thought you were taking the night off.”

“And for you…?” Joe, the bartender asked her, my eyes on the strawberry blonde girl sitting next to me.

“Martini…dry,” she let out and not a couple seconds later he handed her the martini.  

I took a sip of my whiskey, playing with the rim, “heres I thoughtsss you were a fruity drink kinda girl,” I slurred out in an amused chuckle, drinking some more.

“Camila Cabello…” I watched Kristin down her drink all in one motion-HOLY FUCK, I swallowed, wow, she can drink, I just chuckled, taking another sip, “are you drunk?” she looked at me, our eyes locking as she took the olives in her drink and placed them in her mouth seductively, my eyes locked on her, a small smile playing on her lips, WHY ARE MY EYES ON HER LIPS?

I cleared my throat, “…I don’t do drunk,” LIES, I turned my attention back to my drink, finishing it, I placed it back on the bar, “I’m heading up to my office,” I stood up and attempted to take a step, but lost my footing, she caught me.

“Oh gosh!” her hands gripping my waist the other propping my arm over her shoulder now, she was walking me, FUCK…I drank too much, WAAAAYYYY TOO MUCH, “here…” we began walking towards the elevators, “let  me help you to your office,” my eyes were so heavy, I could barely see the elevator button as she pushed it.

~DING~

 

She laid me down on the couch in my office, I am still in a very groggy state, nothing was clear at this point, “thankkkssss,” I managed to mumble out as I flopped on my back…

 

WHAT. IS. SHE. DOING.

I could feel the pressure on top of me, I blinked a few times just to clear my vision, and she was now straddling me, legs on either side, leaning down, pressing her lips onto mine aggressively as she began to unbutton my shirt…

~Uh
Rich young ni***
Name got bigger and my change got bigger
So my chains got bigger
Ferrari, Jaguar, switching four lanes
With the top down screaming out, "Money ain't a thing!"
Ha, me and CB in the bay with her
I send her back home so you can lay with her
Okay, let's talk about this ice that I'm carrying
All these karats like I'm a fucking vegetarian
Shout-out Weezy F., keep a red bone wet
Rose Rolex, hoes on deck
She know I got a cheque
Do it too good when she ride that dick
Man I wouldn't trust that bitch
No!

Come on, come on, girl
Why you fronting?
Baby, show me something
When I call her, she gon' leave
And I bet that bottom dollar she gon' cheat
Come on, come on, girl
Why you fronting?
Baby, show me something
You just spent your bread on her
And it's all for nothing~

Lauren’s P.O.V.

I kept tossing and turning, I couldn’t go to sleep without her next to me, without her arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly. I looked at the clock, it was past midnight, she could be anywhere, with God knows who-NO, don’t think that way…‘YOU CAN TRUST ME YOU KNOW…’, those were HER words and I do…I TRUST HER.  

A/N: "These H**s Aint Loyal!" What happens next?! EEEKKK!!!