CAMERON'S P.O.V
"So," Camille began once she had been sufficiently caffeinated on her fifth cup of coffee in the day,"You and Shay, huh? Wow."
THIRD PERSON'S P.O.VThere were plenty of ways to cure a hangover, and Bryan was familiar with a few of them -- thanks to his mad partying skills. However, none of them included an early morning wake up call.
SHAYLA'S P.O.V "I hope you are not bailing out on me, Cameron," I smiled at him as I joined him on the couch. "You have
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,VMy eyes followed Shayla's small, understanding smile — her lips tipping up in a faint smile, her eyes sparkling with a little more mirth than usual — and then she stood on her tip-toe, pressing a kiss to my cheek.
SHAYLA'S P.O.VAll my memories were on fire, on literal fire,
SHAYLA'S P.O.VIt was four in the afternoon. Everyone who had partied last night had a hangover. We had somehow crawled back to our cars and had returned to our respective houses. Bryan and I had stumbled back to our house at six in the morning, and had gone straight for breakfast. Baba had shot us a questioning glance and I had blurted out "Caira's big project party". Thankfully, he had believed it, and we had sat there, while sweet Diana made me eat as many pancakes I could stuff in my stomach. Zeke kept glaring at us, and Bryan had accidentally on purpose kicked him from under the table."Oh, sorry, just had more to drink than what I had
UNKNOWN P.O.VShayla sat there quietly, in front of the mirror, applying kohl to her eyes. Behind her, the dark-skinned model sighed."So, you and Cameron again, huh? You good?"Shayla didn't answer verbally. But by the quiver in her hands that held the kohl stick up, Caira knew the answer. "Argh!" Shay muttered as the kohl stick slipped from beneath her fingers, yet again, making a dark gash running from under her eyelid. Caira stood up and walked to her, placing a hand on her shoulder."Let me help."Shayla groaned in frustr
UNKNOWN P.O.V"You're such a twat, you know that?" Shayla inquired, laughing quietly at the golden haired sitting opposite her. He shrugged, smirking."Come on. Do not tell me that you don't like this view. It is worth the view," He said — gesturing to the open sky above. She took a deep breath, feeling the cool air seeping into her bones. She was also equally terrified, seeing that they were sitting on the roof of the Taylor residence — but for a moment as she took a glance at the boy sitting next to her, who looked absolutely silly and beautiful in a pair of sweatpants and white shirt under the shades of night — she felt like everything would be fine.And then she felt the emotions arise from the pit of