SHAYLA'S P.O.V
"Come on, Mille! Dance! Move your hips. Free your inner enchantress!" I shouted at Mille as she threw her arms up awkwardly and tried to do a hip twist.
SHAYLA'S P.O.VWhen the words tumbled out of Zeke's lips and Cameron seemed to freeze at his words, all I could see was red.
SHAYLA'S P.O.VI did not wear any heavy emotion well. I have always had this habit of dressing up the darkest of my emotions in tight, costly fabrics ; too much of eyeliner and the boldest strokes of lipstick, and high heels. I tried to shove all of such feelings deep down, hoping they would go away. But the dark, heavy emotions always left a trail, and it lingered there. They burned into my memories. The feeling was always undeniably there, swirling beneath the surface, threatening to burst out at the softest of words & gestures. It was a very ugly thing that screamed for attention, demanded to be freed, but I couldn't let it out. So instead, I smiled and tried to revel in the glances that were always thrown my way. So instead, I thrived and seeked solace in the temporary intimacy offered by casual hookups. Last night had left me quite frazzled. And a little (lot) flustered too. For the first time in my life I felt all flustered for kissing a guy on the cheek. And so, to lighten m
SHAYLA'S P.O.V"He wouldn't even spare me a single glance. Not even a single, fucking, glance." I mumbled into the phone as Caira let out a amused hum on the other side.
CAMERON'S P.O.V Twenty minutes later, after stepping out of the shower - into the steam filled bathroom, I rubbed the remnants of sleep out of my eyes with the heels of my palm - feeling vaguely human again. I was very stressed and couldn't sleep - because of the dru
SHAYLA'S P.O.V"It's kind of funny, honestly. I mean I can't believe it but yeah. I'm kinda into him."
CAMERON'S P.O.VThank God that Bryan was accompanying me, otherwise I would have never found this nightclub.
SHAYLA'S P.O.V"Stanley." I exclaimed in surprise and horror, the delicious sensation of Cameron's body against mine slowly slipping through my fingers like sand at the sight of Stan.
CAMERON'S P.O.VI took a few steps back to give them their privacy, and I kept pacing - my mind whirling with thoughts.