"What?" I asked as my eyes went wide.
"You heard me. You, Carlos, when?" She asked the chopped version of her question.
I stopped in my tracks and looked to her, "I have no clue what you're talking about." I replied.
"Oh please! Everyone at the bon fire saw you two." She laughed as we continued to her car.
"So you watched us eat corndogs? That makes you as bad as Sawyer." I laughed.
"Oh, so that wasn't his arm around you?" Camille asked, with an eyebrow raised as I again stopped, only this time I was stopped by her words by the passenger side of her car.
My jaw was slightly dropped and I was stopped in mid reach of the door handle. I was basically frozen in place as Camille stared at me, an eyebrow raised and a smirk was playing at her lips.
My eyes had begun to shift back and forth searching for an answer. There's gotta be something I can say…"I was cold. He was helping me get warm…" I replied. Which wasn't a complete lie; we were actually talking about the song that I need to…
FUCKIN' SHIT!
I had completely forgotten about the song.
Shouldn't I be focusing on that instead of shopping?
When did you get this anal? You just met with Gustavo yesterday…
"Yeah, okay." Camille said with obvious disbelief coated in her voice as she unlocked the car.
I rolled my eyes and sighed as we got into the car. I was going to have to battle everyone about this. I don't have a thing for Carlos…I just like his smile…and his voice…and his hugs…yep.
The car roared to life, "Where to?" Camille asked, her hands at ten and two, looking to me.
Now, this only happens when I'm with Camille; my brain decides that I'm in a cheesy best friend movie. You know the movie. When you're watching it WITH your best friend and you can't help but to say, "That's totally us…" with only the cheesiest of all smiles on your face.
"Where ever the road takes us!" I lamely exclaimed.
Thank Gods she's as lame as I am, "Whoo-Hoo!" She shouted as we pulled out of the parking lot.
Camille and I had spent what felt like a good chunk of my life wandering through stores of all sorts. We had ended up with a back seat full of bags. I didn't even intend on actually buying anything when we left, but to my credit only three of those bags were mine. We were now on our way back to the Palm Woods, we had left right on time beating the LA rush hour.
Camille and I sighed out of relief as the cool air hit us as we walked into the Palm Woods, "Much better." Camille said as we made way over to the chairs in the lobby.
We sat in the brightly colored orange chairs and we would've sat there for a while to if it weren't for Sawyer and his timing. His text tone went off.
From Sawyer:
You. Camille. Pool. Now.
I sighed.
To Sawyer:
I can see you from here. You come in here.
From Sawyer:
I've been working all day! You come out here.
To Sawyer:
You know, if Gustavo signs me you can't use that against me. Right?
From Sawyer:
That's fine. : )
"Sawyer wants us to come out by the pool…" I said getting up and looking to Camille.
"What about our bags?" She asked.
I turned around and looked for a possible solution. The only one I could find was Bitters. He was behind his desk doing pretty much what he always does, nothing, "Bitters!" I shouted walking over to the front desk.
He sighed, "Yes?" He asked.
"Can Camille and I leave our bags behind the desk while we're by the pool?" I asked leaning forward on my elbows.
He took a breath in, "No."
"Please?" I begged.
"Why should I?" He asked.
"Cause I totally saved your butt when your supervisor showed up and you were nowhere to be found." I replied as a smirk slowly grew across my face.
Bitters' eyes narrowed in defeat. "Go ahead." He said as he stepped back for us to place our bags behind the desk.
I smiled in my victory as I walked back over to Camille. We sat our bags behind the desk and headed out to join Sawyer at pool side. Sawyer and James were sitting, thankfully, closest to the doors.
"Fellas..." I greeted as we sat down.
"Hey." James said with a thousand watt smile.
"So where is everyone?" I asked.
"Kendall and Jo have a date…" Sawyer started, but as if it was written in a story (Ha!) Kendall walked up to the table.
"No we don't. Jo got called to set again." He sighed sitting with us.
"Aww. I'm sorry dude-man-bro." I smiled weakly.
"It's totally cool. We're having a movie marathon later and you're all invited." Kendall said with a smile as he leaned back in his seat.
"…So…where's Logan?" Camille asked getting back to the original conversation starter.
"Back at the apartment putting the finishing touches on…" Sawyer cut his sentence short as Camille had taken off to go find Logan.
"You guys are so rude!" Sawyer shouted.
I laughed, "And Carlos?" I asked putting an end to this all mighty question.
All of the guys sighed and pointed behind me, I looked over my shoulder and a number of emotions came over me.
Sad. This sight made my heart almost drop out of my chest. It hurt and I'm not even completely sure why it was hurting me.
Anger. I wanted to stab people for being bitches. But I can't…stabbing bitches for being just bitches is illegal.
And one more emotion that I could quite grasp...this shouldn't happen for them. It's not fair. I'm sure I'm not the only one who thinks this of them. Why couldn't that be happening for me?
Ahh, that one's called jealousy, dear...
Poor Carlos was running around like a maniac trying to do anything and everything he possibly could for them, the Jennifers. I've known he liked them. I mean how could he not? There's three of them…they're pretty…and all named Jennifer. Carlos was running back and forth to each Jennifer doing whatever was asked…excuse me, demanded of him. My heart broke a little more when his helmet almost fell off his head.
A few words were exchanged between Carlos and the Jennifers before he rushed off into the Palm Woods.
I found myself getting up and walking straight for the Jennifers. This was going to stop, now.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked once I got to them.
"Doing what?" One of them asked innocently. (You pick which one…it doesn't really matter to me. Lol.)
"Stringing him along when we all know not one of you isn't even considering giving him a chance!" I was slowly beginning to yell as I crossed my arms over my chest.
"Why should we give him a chance? Is he rich?"
"What does that matter?" I was now yelling.
They all smiled to each other before getting up to be eye level with me their backs to the Palm Woods, "He won't make it anywhere. Unless. He's. Rich."
"And so what if we string him along? It's not hurting anything."
"Except for him." I stated trying my hardest not to take them down. I could do it to…all of them at once. They don't eat, so it'd be easy.
"Something tells me he'll get over it."
"Why do you guys have to be such bitches? Is that the only ability you have?" I was now screaming, the only way I could control my aching need to attack.
"To get your way, you have to be a bitch." The one closest to me replied.
They all turned around in unison. The only thing stopping me from grabbing them by their hair and bringing them down? Carlos, who was standing behind (now in front) of them. How much he heard…I have no idea...
Review please! How'd you like this one? It took a long time (to me anyways) to get everything figured out...but I think I got it right in the end. :D
