51: Wouldn't Want To Get On With This

Camilla "What are you doing here now?" I asked Drake. We kept on staring at each other, our eyes not going anywhere else. "I was just walking by, and then I heard my name. So you both owe me an explanation," he replied with a smirk. I chuckled. "I'm sorry, sir. But we owe you nothing." I shot him a fake smile. "It's obvious they were judging you," the lady in pink chimed in, wiggling her fingers. "Hey, watch your mouth. No one called you into this," I snarled, glaring at her. "Okay, people," let's all calm down here," Justin interjected, holding up his hands in an attempt to diffuse the tension. "There's no need for anyone to get upset. We're all just trying to enjoy our night." "Don't tell us that," Drake told him, making a serious face. "And don't act so innocent. We all know you're fucked up in the head." "I don't want trouble, okay? Just leave us alone," Justin retorted. "I don't want trouble as well. I heard you both talking about me. Now I just want to know what it's al