Camila POV

The rays of sun coming through my window and my alarm going off were enough for me to finally roll out of bed. It's a Thursday and school starts in one week.

I grab my phone that reads 8:00 a.m. Our captain of the cheerleading squad thinks we need to practice early. The only reason why there aren't complaints from the squad is because we will be practicing while the football team is practicing. What girl doesn't love seeing a guy in a uniform?

I grab my clothes and change into them. I pull my hair back, brush my teeth and head out. It's going to be another hot day.

It takes about fifteen minutes to get from my house to the school. My school holds about 3,000 students. I feel as if I know about 20 of them.

I pull out of my driveway and start my morning off with a jam session. I turn my music and sing along with One Direction.

'But if you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms and if you like having secret little rendezvous. If you like to do the things you know we shouldn't do, baby I'm...'

'PER...' I slam my foot on the break. "Holy shit!" I grab my chest as my heart is beating rapidly. "I'm so glad you guys think you own the road!" I shout out to no one as the cross-country team ran right out in front of me.

That was close to being traumatizing. I continue driving but I keep my eyes wide and my music down. I felt a small victory when I arrived in our schools parking lot safe.

I grab my bag and get out. I walk towards Dinah's car. As I get closer, I could only shake my head at the girl.

I tap on her window. "Are you seriously sleeping?" I knock on her window a couple more times.

Dinah's head shoots up and drool was all over her chin. She uses the back of her hand to wipe it away. I swear... This girl is something.

I open up her door and Dinah falls to the pavement. "Walz, what the hell?"

I extend my hand to help her up. "I was trying to help you out. Why are you sleeping in your car? It's hot as hell out here."

Dinah brushes herself off. "I'm tired!" She whines. "Normani is crazy for making us practice early on our last week of summer break."

It could've been worse and be six in the morning. "Don't you usually jam out to Beyonce to wake yourself up?"

"Duh bish." She slips her hair back. "But I currently don't have a phone. I finally talked my mom into letting me get an upgrade. The only down part is I have to get a new number so you better change my number in your phone."

I scroll to her name and delete her number. "Do you know what your new number will be?"

"Yeah, its 555-528-7365." She says.

I type in the numbers. When will you have your phone? I need to tell you something really important. I'm scared to tell you in person, and I cant wait any longer."