American girl [H.S.]

Chapter 24 - Bottom boy

"Ok, so you're sure this is the girl that took the video?" I ask.

"Positive." She replies as I continue to drive.

"Alright, you know how to fake cry right?" I ask.

"Yes." She nods.

"Okay, this plan should work then." I smile to myself.

"Hopefully. I don't know what I'll do if it doesn't." Camille murmurs.

"It's going to work. Trust me." I reassure her.

"Thank you for this." She gives me a smile.

"What are friends for?" I shrug.

I consider Camille a friend after all of this. She was mean at first, but now that I know her better she's actually really sweet. No matter how jealous of her and Harry's relationship I get I will always consider them both my friends.

Sometimes you just have to suck it up.

"It's right here." She says, pointing to a fancy apartment complex. I pull into a parking spot and check out the building that's ten times better than mine.

Maybe I could move in here?

Nah, probably not after tonight.

"Alright, you go in first and stick to the plan." I tell her.

"Ok." She nods, stepping out of the car. "Also, try not to do anything illegal."

"I'll try." I shrug.

"Good." She says before closing the door.

"No I won't." I mumble to myself.

Camille's pov

I knock on the door a few times, already in character with my hysterical crying.

"Camille?" Layla says opening the door.

"L-Layla I told h-harry about t-the video and he b-broke up with m-me." I sob out.

"What?" She says in disbelief.

"H-he said never to s-speak to him again and t-that he likes y-you." I continue to cry.

"He said that?" She asks, a small blush creeping on her face.

Whore.

"Mhm." I let out a broken hum and nod.

"That's awful, come inside." She opens the door wider.

"D-did you send in the video." I sniffle, calming down my cries.

"No, I would never. I just can't believe Harry broke up with you." She says, trying to hide her evil smirk.

God I hate this bitch.

"I-I know." I pout, sitting down.

"And he likes me?" She asks.

"Y-yes he said that he always w-wanted you." I say.

"That's crazy." She shakes her head, smiling to herself.

There was a few knocks on the door and Layla raises a brow.

"Layla? Ello luv are you there?" I hear Emma from the other side with a ridiculous accent trying to imitate Harry.

"Harry is here. I wonder why." Layla says, gushing, thinking it's actually him.

"Are you there luv? I would love to have some hanky panky time, innit?" She says, making me smack my hand over my forehead.