Mr. Popular | Camilo x (Y/N)

"You may kiss the bride." Ivan whispered out the side of his mouth.

"Thanks, Tree." Mirabel whispered.

I stepped away from in front of Carlos and faced Camilo. As he shifted, Carlos grabbed my face and kissed me. So quickly there was no time to react.

The class gasped in shock. They all knew he was wrong. He pulled away and nervously smiled towards Camilo. Putting his hand behind his head, he slowly walked towards the front and bowed.

"The end!" He announced. I wiped my lips and rubbed the "tainted" hand on my leg.

"What the heck was that?!" I yelled his way.

"Dang, Carlos." Ivan put his hand to his mouth. Camilo looked at him with an offended face.

"And you wanted him to sit at our table? Now I have a valid reason to hate him." Camilo questioned Ivan.

"Shoot, I said nothing, Camilo. Tree?" Ivan quickly corrected his stance back into the tree shape he was before. His lips formed a straight line.

Murmurs grew in the class. The teacher noticed the tension and quickly concluded our act. "Bravo! That was great. Who's next?" she nervously smiled as she motioned us to our seats.

Ivan secretly high-fives Carlos next to his desk before walking back to his class.

"I never expected anyone to be that brave." He whispered.

...

"Come on, Hermia. Let's run away!" The next group preformed, but no one paid attention. Everyone turned to their friends and chatted. I continuously wiped my lips in disgust.

*Time Skip*

Camilo gave Carlos mean glances throughout the class. As the final group bowed and returned to their seats, the teacher approached the front of the class.

"I'm going to keep this simple, (Y/N)'s group, yours was the best. Except that issue you all had in the end. Otherwise, everyone please write me an essay by the end of the week. Pack up your things, the bell will ring in a bit."

Camilo's Perspective:

I followed Carlos out as the bell rang. He knew exactly what he did. Who did he think he was?

"What the heck was that?" I angrily asked Carlos as we approached the lockers. At this point everyone was focused on getting home. He just smirked in reply.

"Ivan was right, who wouldn't want to kiss your girlfriend. Worth it honestly."

"It's my girlfriend. What gives you the right to kiss my girlfriend?"

"Where I was from, I got what I want." He scratched his nose while smiling. "I guess I'm still used to that treatment." Without thinking, I pushed him against the locker. A crowd was beginning to form.

"This isn't your old school, you don't just get to walk around and do what you want. We agreed that I was shifting to you." I spat.

"You're a jerk Carlos." (Y/N) agreed. "I tried to give you a chance the first day but the principal was right, you're just a bad omen."

"Oh quiet, (Y/N). You're acting like you didn't like it." He scoffed.

"I didn't and I never will. You... prick." She retorted.

"You're acting like I'm not just a less freak-ish version of Camilo." Everyone gasped. "Him and his family."

"You're going too far, Carlos." Ivan chimed in.

"Don't be surprised, the only reason they all are famous is because of their power..."

He didn't even finish his sentence before I punched him square in the nose, right in the center of the school where most of the student body watched. Carlos put a hand to his nose and winced at the pain, wiping at bit of blood.

"If you're going to talk about someone, talk about me."

"So there's his boiling point." He teased.

"You'll never amount to anything near us. For a fact, you're living in my Abuela's town. Her school. Her rules. You can take anything else, but leave my family and my girlfriend alone."

Everyone went quiet as they watched me walk off towards the principals office. A spectating teacher approached me.

"Camilo, head to the office, now."

"I'm already going, Senora."

(Y/N)'s Perspective:

I debated on following Camilo

"No way you just got punched by Camilo."

"I never thought he'd go that far."

"As he should."

Everyone around gossiped. "Go home!" The teacher walked back to the crowd, glancing back to make sure Camilo made it to the office.

Ivan stood over Carlos on the floor.

"You just gonna let him hit you like that? I mean, that's my best friend, but I still wouldn't go down without a fight." He admitted.

Carlos just smiled. "That's at least a three day suspension. Enough time to ruin his reputation and create mine." He reached his hand out to Ivan. "Now help me up."

I stood perfectly still in shock. Shocked from the punch, the kiss, Ivan, his calmness, everything was shocking. They walked past me. Carlos took a second to glance back, dropping a small shred of paper to the floor.

I opened the sheet with horrible handwriting.

And it read...