It's you, babe.
And I'm a sucker for the way that you move, babe.
And I could try to run, but it would be useless.
You're to blame.
Just one hit of you,
I knew I'll never ever, ever be the same.
— Camila Cabello
A U T U M N
He was towering over me, with two of his minions on each side. Seriously, why do douchebags always have followers? I stole a glance at Jess but she was already passed out, her head rested on the arm of the couch and her lips slightly parted.
Everyone's eyes were on him as they all waited for his so-called announcement. I bet it was something unimportant like how he finally managed to excel in the art of torturing innocent people or seducing some other girl to dump her boyfriend. Whatever it was, I didn't plan to listen as I pulled out my phone, leaned on the back of the couch, and opened Instagram.
