-Saturday Night-
I walked to the back of the local gay bar until I saw one of my best friends, who is also the owner.
"Andrea!" I exclaimed with a huge smile on my face. I ran to her and hugged her. "I haven't seen you in so long."
She hugged me back, "Girl! I know right? You've been so busy with your school bullshit!" she joked.
"I can't fail this year. I refuse to be 21 and still a senior in high school. It's bad enough I'm 19." I said with a sigh.
"It's okay,y/n. I know you'll graduate. You're a smart girl." she smiled at me and walked away.
I smiled back and sat at the bar. I looked to my left and a tan brunette caught my eye. She was drinking from a glass with clear liquid in it. Her hair was long and flowing down her back. She had on a tight black dress and a black bow in her hair to match. It was just the perfect mix of sexy and cute.
I decided to go talk to her. Standing up, I made my way over and sat down next to her. "Hi, my name is y/n." I said smiling at her and extending my hand for her to shake.
She shook it and smiled back,"Camila."
"What are you drinking? Can I buy you another?" I asked her.
"I'm drinking water. I'm not much of a drinker." she admitted.
"Goody two shoes Camila!" I teased her and she laughed. "I haven't seen you here before, you from around here?" I asked tilting my head a little.
She smiled and shook her head, "I just moved here. For a job."
"That's cool! How do you like it here?" I asked her, trying to be friendly.
"It's nice. I like the weather, and the people seem nice." she said winking at me. I chuckled. "I came here to meet people and make friends, you know?" she said.
"Well, how about we get to know each other and maybe I can be your first friend in this shitty town?" I said smiling and she giggled cutely.
"I'd like that." she told me. We spent the rest of the night laughing and talking.
My phone lit up and I saw the time.
"Holy shit!" I mumbled. "It's three am." I looked around the bar to find it mostly empty.
"Wow, I didn't even realize it was this late." Camila said. "I really need to get going, but give me your number and I'll text you." she said it like it was a question.
I nodded and wrote my number down and gave it to her. "Here you go, babe." I said absentmindedly. She took it, blushing and then got up.
"I'll certainly talk to you later, y/n." she said softly and giving me a shy smile.
"I'm looking forward to it." I said grinning at her and with that, she started walking out the bar. I couldn't help but check her out and I noticed she had a huge ass.
She turned around at the door and caught me looking at her butt. She smiled and winked at me before walking out the door.
"Who was that?" Andrea asked. "I haven't seen her before."
"Camila. She just moved here." I said smiling.
"She pretty cute, y/n." she said wiggling her eyebrows. I laughed and rolled my eyes at her.
"You act like I didn't know that already. She's cute but she's also sexy, intelligent, and funny. She's the whole package, Andrea." I said in a dreamy voice.
"It sounds like you're falling in loooooovvvveee!" she teased me. I quickly snapped out of my dreamy state.
"No I'm not." I said quickly.
Andrea smirked, "Mhm."
I rolled my eyes and smiled at her before getting up. I gave her a hug, "I'll see you later, Andrea. I've got to get home before my mom starts being annoying." I said.
"Bye, y/n! You better get your shit together in school this year, you hear me?" Andrea said raising her eyebrows and pointing at me.
"I hear you and I will." I told her.
"Alright. See you later, kid. Love you!" She said giving me a hug.
"Love you too!" I responded before walking out.
I made it home at about 4 am and my mom was asleep. I sighed in relief and went to my room. I changed into more comfortable clothes and then got into my bed. I just stared at the ceiling replaying the events of the night in my head. Camila was the only thing on my mind and I couldn't seem to stop thinking about her. Eventually, I fell asleep and I dreamed of the girl who invaded my thoughts.
-Monday morning-
I heard my phone 'ping' and my eyes opened slowly. I yawned and rolled over to grab my phone. I unlocked it and found a text from Camila. We had been texting nonstop since that night at the bar.
From Cami💞: Good morning, beautiful! I hope you have a wonderful day today! 😘
I smiled at the text and quickly typed my response.
To Cami💞: Good morning, love! I hope your first day on the job is all you wished it would be. Have a great day!💖
After that, I realized that I should get up since it was almost time for me to get ready. I rolled out of bed and ran my fingers through my hair. I shuffled to my bathroom and brushed my teeth before getting in the shower. After I finished, I curled my hair and then walked out of my bathroom to my closet.
I picked out some black skinny jeans, a loose grey nike shirt, and my grey roshes to match. I grabbed my black backpack from the corner of my room and walked downstairs.
I ate some cereal and quickly walked downstairs to the garage. I stood there for a while before deciding on the vehicle I wanted to take. I didn't want to be too flashy so I took my black motorcycle instead of my Lamborghini or Range Rover. I hopped on and then put on my helmet. I walked it out the garage and then peeled out the driveway.
A few minutes later, I was parking in front of school. I pulled my helmet off and ran my fingers through my hair. People stood around watching me and I could hear their whispers.
I ignored them and walked into school. I only had Math and English this year, so I walked to my math class with my helmet in my hand.
I sat in the back of the class and propped my feet up on a desk and put my helmet on the floor next to me.
"Well hello, y/n! I see you failed and you're back in my class AGAIN this year. Maybe you'll start taking my class seriously." Mr Young said with a sarcastic smile on his face.
"Hello Mr Young! I see you're still wearing those hideous corduroy pants and that cheap ass toupee. Do yourself a favor and stop talking to me before I hurt your feelings." I said giving him a sarcastic smile back. He didn't say anything else. He just continued with his boring beginning of the year speech that I heard just last year.
I sighed. I really need to graduate this year.
I got through the class without making Mr Young cry, which is a good way to start the year if you ask me.
Next was English. I was dreading seeing Ms Johnson, my English teacher from last year, but it was my last period so I hurried into the class. When I got inside, the class was empty.
I sighed and sat in the back of the class. The bell rang and the class was still empty. I sat there waiting for the teacher for a few minutes before someone walked through the door.
"Hello! I'm Ms Cabello and I'll be your English teacher for this year. I've been told you've struggled a bit with English, so you've got me as your private teacher." she said as she looked through a folder. She had on a black pencil skirt and a white blouse that was tucked in. Her hair was in a neat bun and she had on glasses. She looked so sexy and the pencil skirt made her butt look even bigger.
"Why didn't you tell me you were a teacher, Camila?" I asked smiling. Her head shot up and she looked at me.
"Why didn't you tell me you were a student, y/n? Oh my god, how old are you?" she asked, closing her eyes waiting for my answer.
"I'm 19, almost 20." I told her and she sighed of relief.
"Goodness, they weren't lying when they said you were struggling." she said with her eyebrows raised.
"No shit!" I said with a small laugh.
"Watch your language!" she scolded me.
"Are you fucking serious?" I asked laughing.
"I'm so serious. While we're here you must follow my rules, y/n! Call me Ms Cabello and no cursing!" she said seriously. "Outside of school, I don't care about you cursing. It's actually kind of hot." she told me winking.
"Wait, you still want to talk to me outside of school?" I asked.
"We can still be friends. Technically, we were friends before this." she bit her bottom lip, before smiling.
I smiled back at her, "That is true, my friend."
"Anyways! Let's start off by getting to know each other!" Camila said smiling. She came to sit on the desk in front of me. "I'll start. I'm Karla Camila Cabello, I'm 22, almost 23, I love to read, I love music. I would tell you more, but I love too many things to name them all. I'm sure if you keep hanging around me, you're bound to find out more about me, though." she said and I smiled at her.
"I'm y/full/n and I told you my age already, I love to read and write, to play my guitar and sing. I love deep conversations late at night and too many other things to name." I told her.
"Nice to meet you, y/n." she said giggling.
I laughed too, "Nice to meet you too, Ms Cabello." I said putting an emphasis on the 'Ms'.
"Since it's the first day, I'm not going to make you do any work So you can just hang out, get on your phone, do homework, I don't really care. Just...don't do anything stupid or dangerous." she told me with a smile.
"I can't make any promises." I said smirking at her.
She rolled her eyes at me and laughed, "Don't think I won't write you up, pal."
"You wouldn't do that to your favorite student." I replied, smiling widely and innocently at her.
"You're my only student. There isn't really any competition for the favorite student position."
"Even if there was, I would still win." I said grinning and she rolled her eyes again. "You should stop rolling your eyes before they get stuck like that." I said and she rolled them again. "Okay! I tried to warn you but you don't want to listen. Don't come crying to me when they get stuck."I said shrugging.
She laughed, "That's not even true, y/n! It's just a silly myth."
"No ma'am it isn't just a "silly myth". I knew a guy named David and he was hella rebellious and all that shi-" she gave me a look and I stopped myself from cursing, "All that STUFF. Anyways, he rolled his eyes all the time and one day they didn't come back down from behind his eyelids." I told her confidently.
Her eyes widened, "Are you serious?" she asked nervously. I nodded with a serious look on my face. She looked really scared and I couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"I'm kidding, Camila. Gosh, you're so gullible." I said still laughing. She glared at me.
"You actually had me worried!" she whined.
"Sorry not sorry!" I smiled at her.
"Just for that, I want you to read the first chapter of this book and write me a summary of it and an analysis of the characters so far. Due by the end of class. You have 25 minutes." she told me and she tossed me a book.
I flipped it over and read the title, "To Kill A Mockingbird."
Camila nodded and looked at me. I assume she was waiting for me to open it and begin reading but I didn't need to.
"You know, this book is quite interesting actually. It's one of my favorites. I like how it has the naive point of view of Scout as a child and ALSO the more mature view of adult Scout." I told her.
She looked at me curiously before picking up another book and tossing it to me.
I looked at the book and smiled, "Ah. The Outsiders. Another one of my favorites. I like how it has the "bad guy" as a hero. It's a refreshing change from those typical shy and scrawny underdog heroes."
"So you think Ponyboy was a bad guy?" she asked.
"Who said I thought Ponyboy was the hero?" I asked smirking. "Dally is who I was referring to."
She tossed me another book.
"Romeo and Juliet, interesting. I remember reading this book and honestly I think Romeo and Juliet are hella overdramatic."
She tossed me another book and then two more following it.
"Flowers for Algernon, the Secret Life of Bees, and Gone With the Wind." I read. "Interesting that you would pick these books. All of them happen to be my favorites. Though to be fair, almost every book I read becomes one of my favorites." I said.
She cut me off, "Y/n. Why are you back in this class? You are extremely intelligent and I'm not understanding why you weren't in the top of your class."
I blushed at her compliment, "Well, you kind of have to go to school to graduate." I said laughing.
"Well, you'll certainly be graduating this year. I've taken it upon myself to make sure you do." she said nonchalantly.
I tilted my head and looked at her, "And what do mean by that?" I asked.
She opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by the bell ringing.
"Sorry, we've run out time. You'll find out soon though." she said winking at me.
"How about I found out now? Let's have lunch together." I suggested. "It's your last class and my last class."
She shrugged, "Why the hell not?" She smiled and went behind her desk to grab her stuff. I grabbed my backpack and helmet and walked to the door to wait for her.
She walked over and I opened the door for her.
"Thank you." she said blushing.
"No problem. I get to check out your booty, so I should be thanking you." I said smirking.
She hit me lightly on my shoulder, "Whatever." Then she walked away swaying her hips more than normal. I chuckled and followed her out the door.
I noticed other students checking her out and I got a little jealous but I couldn't do anything about it.
We walked out the school doors and this time she held the door open for me.
I giggled, "Thanks, babe."
She smiled at me, "I get to look at your booty now, so it's no problem at all."
I laughed and looked over my shoulder at her, "Take a picture, it'll last longer." I said before walking away to my motorcycle.
I heard a camera click and I turned around to see Camila standing there with her phone out.
"That was a good one!" she said smiling at her phone.
"Did you literally just take a picture of my ass?" I asked in amusement.
"Maybe. Maybe not." she said laughing.
"What's that over there?" I asked pointing behind her.
"What?" she asked looking behind her. I stole her phone out of her hand.
"Yep! It's a picture of my ass." I said laughing loudly and looking at her phone. I set it as my contact picture and changed my name to "Smart Badass Hottie With A Fat Ass", then I handed it back to her.
"Really?" she asked playfully glaring at me.
"Did I lie, though?" I asked smiling with an eyebrow raised.
She laughed and shook her head."I spy no lie. Hey, that rhymed! I'm a poet and I didn't even know it." she said causing me to laugh.
"You are so corny, but it's cute." I said smiling at her. "We should probably get going though. I'm hungry." I suggested and she agreed.
She got in her car and tried to start it but it didn't work, "Shit!" she hissed, "My battery's dead."
"That's no problem! We can go get something to eat and I'll go get one of my cars to give yours a jump." I said shrugging.
Camila shrugged and followed me to my motorcycle.
"I've never been on a motorcycle before." she said nervously.
"There's a first for everything. Hold on to me and you'll be fine." I handed her a spare helmet out of my backpack and she put it on. I put mine on and handed her my backpack which she put on her back.
She wrapped her arms around my waist and leaned into my body, laying her head on my back.
I chuckled at her nervousness and zoomed out of the parking lot.
"Slow down!" she yelled and I laughed loudly.
"What? Go faster? If you insist." I said speeding up.
"I swear to God if you don't slow down I will beat your ass when I get off this thing." she said trying to be serious but laughing. She squeezed my waist tighter and I slowed down.
"I'm just messing with you. I'll go slow for you." I said laughing.
"Thank you!" she said in a playfully annoyed tone.
The rest of the ride was silent and Camila finally mustered up enough courage to look around.
I pulled into the parking lot of Chipotle and we got off.
"First off, give a girl some credit! That was some awesome motorcycle driving, admit it!" I said laughing.
She rolled her eyes, "It was fun. Safe? No. But fun? Yes."
She pulled her helmet off and I laughed at her bun.
"You might want to fix your bun, Cami." I said smiling at her.
"Cami? That's cute. I like it." she said smiling. Then with one swift movement she did something and her hair fell down from the bun. She ran her fingers through it and somehow it ended up perfect.
"Better?" she asked and all I could do was nod.
She giggled and we walked into Chipotle. We got our food and I paid for both of our meals after much protest from Camila.
"You should've let me pay. I'm the adult here." she said.
"So if I'm not an adult, do you normally go on lunch dates with children? But I'm paying since I asked you." I said tilting my head and giving the guy my card.
She glared at me, "You know what I mean and to answer your question, no I don't normally go on lunch dates with children. Who said this was a date anyways?" she asked, tilting her head too.
"I say it's a date." I said shrugging and taking my card back.
"I say it's lunch with a friend."
"I say it's a date." I said again smirking at her.
"I can't go on a date with my student." she said sighing. We sat down.
"Technically, you're on a lunch date with a friend who you met at a bar, who just so happens to be your student." I said shrugging.
She thought about it for a while, "Well, that is what's happening and a lunch date isn't really a date." she concluded finally.
I nodded, "See? We're just two adults enjoying each other's company over Chipotle. Well, we were." I said motioning to our now empty bowls.
She chuckled, "Food is another thing I love dearly."
"That's another thing we have in common." I said smiling. "We should probably go get my car to give yours a jump now. I live kind of far." I said and she nodded.
We left and got back on my motorcycle. This time Camila rested her chin on my shoulder and loosely wrapped her arms around my waist.
"I see you're not scared anymore." I said.
"Please! I wasn't scared." she said confidently.
"Oh really?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
"Really." she said.
"Slow down! Stop!" I said mocking her.
"Oh shut up! I don't even talk like that!" she said hitting me and then laughing. I laughed too and looked back at her.
"Your laugh is cute." I said.
"Shhh." she said putting a finger over her lips. "Quit saying stuff like that."
"Why?" I asked.
"Just.....don't." she said sighing. I shrugged and put on my helmet. She did too and I sped out the parking lot. She squeezed me tightly and I knew she was scared. I laughed to myself and slowed down for her.
We rode in silence again, though this one was slightly uncomfortable. When we got to my house she quickly let go of me and got off.
I didn't say anything about it. I just gave her some space. I got into he drivers seat of my Range Rover and she got into the passengers seat. I drove to the school in silence.
When we got there it was about 4pm, so most of the students were gone. Getting out the car, I grabbed the jumper cables from behind me and walked to the front of the car.
I opened the hood of my car and hers and then I hooked the cables up to both of our cars.
"Try it." I told her and she turned her car on. It roared to life and I unhooked the cables. Camila got out her car, leaving it running.
"Thanks." she said looking at the ground.
"No problem." I said quietly and she turned to walk away.
"Wait." I said gently grabbing her wrist. She turned around. "Did I do something wrong, Did you not have fun today?" I asked nervously.
"No!" she said quickly, "You didn't do anything wrong, at all. I had the time of my life and...that's the problem. I'm not supposed to feel...like this with a high school student. Especially MY student!" she said running her hands through her hair. "I don't know what I was thinking." She closed her eyes and buried her face in her hands.
I saw her shoulders shaking and I realized she was crying. I had my hands in my pocket and I rocked back and forth on my heels. I don't know what to do when consoling people.
I looked around nervously before putting a hand on her shoulder gently, "There, there. Don't cry." I said patting her shoulder. She looked up at me and chuckled. Her make up was smeared and her mascara was running. She quickly wiped her face and sniffled before clearing her throat.
"You're the worst consoler ever." she said quietly.
I laughed, "You're telling me." I reached up and wiped the tears from her face with my thumbs. She smiled at me.
"I should be going." she kind of whispered. I nodded and watched her get in her car with my hands in my pockets. She drove away and I got in my car.
I sighed for the hundredth time of the day and let my head fall on the steering wheel. My head hit the horn and the loud sound startled me. I laughed a little at my clumsiness and laid my head back down.
"I can already tell this will be a long and complicated year." I said to myself before lifting my head off the steering wheel and driving home.