No Strings Attached

Chapter 3

"Kamila Gomez! You are Selena Gomez's sister?"

"Why are you coming here!?"

"DO you have a boyfriend!?"

"Kamila! Smile for the camera!"

The plane door open and it started. All those questions and statements. Selena was the first one hope off and Bieber's bodyguards pushed through the swarm of animals. So this was what it was like being famous. I stayed put. There was no way in hell that I was going to go out there and be eaten by starving human being. I was not sued to this and the whole situation at the moment made me very uncomfortable like. Bieber put his arms around my shoulder and places his mouth over my ear.

"Don't worry, I got you." For some odd reason my anxiety calmed a bit. I felt myself began to relax and soon enough he was pushing through the untamed fiends.

"Kamila how does it feel to be in New York?"

"Are you staying?"

"What is your relationship with your sister!?'

I covered my ears and I was able to p=make it all the way into the town car where Selena was waiting for us. It took forever to leave the runway, but it was possible. After a couple of minutes they both looked at me to make sure I was still here with them. I was. I was just little thrown of because of the papparazzi. The car ride was very awkward because no one said a word to one another. Selena was too engrossed in her phone and Bieber was on the phone. Since everyone was on the phone era I decided to pull out mine. I had four new messages.

Bethany
Are you there yet?
Text me?
Probs sleeping you little fuck.
Dad
I hope you had a safe trip sweetie. Call me when you land :)

Around fifteen minutes passed and we pulled up in front of a busy building. My sister had her phone between her shoulder and her ear and she whispered to us that she had to go inside; her job was awaiting. I forgot to mention that my sister was a high power attorney at law. So she had a busy day for her. I was glad because that meant I'd barely get to see her. The less of Selena the better. She leaned over and kissed my cheek, which I pushed off me. She annoyed me so much. She lean kissed Bieber and hopped right out and strutted her away inside.

So it was just me and Biebs for a car ride. It was kind of awkward because every time we had been alone it was weird because I was half dressed. This time I was in sweats and a purple tank. I was chilling. We exchanged awkward glances back and forth until he cleared his throat.

"How did you know photography was your calling?" He asked me, putting his hands on his lap and leaning back. I noticed that he had such a nice jawline, sharp as a knife.

I tilted my head to the side and my tongue played with the insides if my cheeks. "Probably when I was five." My brother had bought this camera from his photography class at school. He let me hold it for like a couple minutes and I don't know what came over me, I just started snapping pictures and they were pretty decent. They were of objects, and maybe I had gotten lucky for taking those, but apparently I hadnt. It had been a God given gift. By the age if seven my dad bought me my own camera so my brother could stop passing my work in as his own. That sparked it. I was hooked. I was taking pictures of everything. High definition, dark, light, black and white. It wasn't until Bethany had the desire for me to take pictures of her. So I did. And they came out great. More than great actually. I told Bieber this and he grabbed his jaw, stroking it.

"That's interesting. Why didn't you go to a photography school after you graduted."

I shrugged. "College not my thing." I lied. Of course I thought about going, I even got accepted to a couple schools. But after...after what happened, I had no desire to go back to go. Everything had been planned, but that one thing. That one thing spoiled it all.