Curly Tops |School Au [Camilo X Reader] Enemies To Lovers|

Bad little boy

Sorry to interrupt your reading but guys, this chapter might not be good cuz headaches has followed me through my entire day💪

And not just that! I'm freaking out cuz guys look

Yes that's the real Christian Anthony from Chase Atlantic!
Omg guys how am I going to sleep now? Help-

Alright back to the story.

Carlos.
He has your poetry book.
You need it for a contest next week.

You frantically searched for the notes he asked for and hurried to his apartment.

You banged on the door
"Carlos! Carlos!" You kept banging the door. You wanted to break it but suddenly, the door opened and you fell face first inside.

He chuckled and walked away.
He didn't even bother helping you up.
He gently shut the door behind you and folded his arms
"What's up?"
You grabbed him by the collar and yelled at his face
"You knew that you had my poetry book and didn't return it!"

You let go of him and started trashing his room
"Where is it?! Give it back"
He didn't care how much you trashed his room, he looked so calm
"It's not there" he calmly threw his bag at you.

"A page said "for contest" when's it?" He genuinely asked
"A week" you replied as you scanned the white pages.
"Before Valentine's? You got a lot of time, come with me Imma show you something" he grabbed your wrist and dragged you out of the room.

He wouldn't let go and continued to drag you across the slippery floors of the hallway

The moment your feet landed to the soft green blades outside, he wandered his eyes
"If I remember it right, it should be right this way" he pointed at the tree lined path across the park.

He pointed at a damp forest beside the pathway
"No I'm not going in there! It's like 5pm" you refused and was walking away when he picked you up.

You frantically shook your body wanting him to put you down
But he hesitated and ran through the darkening forest.

"Someone's throwing a party here in the woods, it's gonna be fun" He dropped you in the middle of the dark green forest where muffled singing could be heard.

The silhouette of a few people and a small make shift stage slowly faded in to your sight.
The music got louder as you walked closer
"This looks fun" he gently patted your back, instructing you to move forward

"Carlos, I don't think this is-" He twirled you and dragged you to the stage
"Carlos, No" you begged, refusing to whatever he planned.

He slid of the wooden, creaky stage and snatched a guitar and proceeded to strum.

"We're not singing" You glared at him but he ignored

He twirled around and began to sing
"Good little girl, always picking a fight with me you know that I'm bad" he's voice was gentle and deep.

"But you're spending the night with me" he continued.
You found yourself in a trance the moment he leaned closer
"What do you want from my world? You're a good little girl"
You pressed your eyebrows against your eyes and glared at him when he spun his way behind you.

'Was he asking me to sing? Heck no' your disagreeing thoughts hovered through your head but you found yourself opening your mouth

"Bad little boy, that's what you're acting like. I really don't buy," you found yourself enjoying that very moment
"That you're that kind of guy." You danced with the delinquent teenager as you sang
"And if you are, why do you want to hang out with me?" He dashed to the side opposing you and snatched his hands away from the guitar

"Don't you know I'm a villain? Every night I'm out killin," you playfully rolled your eyes and scoffed at the young boy's statement
"Sendin' everyone runnin like children." He had a smug expression accompanied by his stupid little smirk

"I know why you're mad at me,"
'Because you took my poetry book' you thought to yourself as you smirked at his prideful figure

"I've got demon eyes and they're looking right through your anatomy"
He spun you and catched you in his arms
"Into your deepest fear, baby I'm not from here. I'm from the nightosphere"

"Stop saying dumb stuff, Carlos" you whispered as you shoved his face away
"Man's feeling like a villain. No you're not, Carlos" you snorted

"To me you're clear, transparent," He teased
"You got a thing for me girl, it's apparent" you scoffed and hurried out of the party but he dragged you back to a chair.

He went to sing another song for the crowd
(I'll let you choose a song)

He had such a great performance where you found yourself enjoying it and loosing track of time.

You were having fun til you finally came into your senses.
The dark sky hovered above the trees til the stars eventually illuminated the black sky.

The fear crept into your spine like a big centipede and you shuddered like crazy.
He offered to walk you home but you told him to just drop you off at the apartment.

You got home and had to sneak back in.
The silence breaking sound of crickets assured you the time.

Every small sound of rustling leaves and creaking branches cautioned you even tho they're not to be heard from other parts of the house.

You knew what to expect the next morning. You swam in the voices of your Parents' yelling in your head. It's like it's happening right now. You can't sleep through all the loud voices in your head.

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Guys help!
I showed you Christian Anthony's reply right? Guess what?
I had headaches and was freaking out when I tried to continue the lyrics and typed "hear" instead of "her" and he had seen it.
Omg that was f**king embarrassing

I'm still freaking out tho lol

I won't be able to mentally recover from this