Our Little Secret ➳ Camila Cabello

thirty-two

I didn't even bother replying. I ran after Camila and grabbed her arm. "What have you done?" I was freaking out.
"I made a decision for the both of us." Her face was calm.
I was the opposite of her, "I don't want you to fuck Austin."
"Well I don't want you to fuck him either. It's better that I'm there." She insisted going to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. I sat my phone down and she picked it up to forward the message with the information to her. She took a quick sip of her drink and wiped her lips off. Before I knew it, she pecked my lips and pulled away. "I gotta go get ready. But wear that lingerie I bought you. It'll look good. See you tonight." She winked back at me.
I couldn't help but put my face in my hands. What have I done? I sat at the table and slammed my phone down almost breaking the screen. "Woah there, Mija. No need to abuse your personal belongings." Lauren joked sitting across from me at the table.
I shook my head, "I can't believe it."
"What did I miss? Is Mila gone?" Lauren asked so oblivious.
I slid my phone to her to let her read the texts. Once she saw Camila's, her eyes widened. "You're kidding, right? Like this is legit just a prank to Austin. That's what I'm guessing this is. I don't believe you'd go through with it."
I put my elbows on the table, and my face rested in the palm of my hands. "I told her not to do it, Lo."
Lauren grabbed my right hand and pulled my sleeve up to reveal the bandage around my wrist, "If this is what I'm thinking it is, I'm going to fucking beat the shit out of you."
I shook my head, "I didn't cut myself, Lolo."
Lauren peeled the bandage off to reveal the gash that Camila gave me, "What the absolute fuck, babe? It's still bleeding." I looked down to see that the red liquid was still spilling from the injury. Not as bad as before, but it still looked pretty gnarly. Lauren carefully extended her finger to touch the sensitive skin. I winced as she removed her finger to see the tip be caked in blood. "This is bad, y/n. What the fuck happened?" I smirked a little and Lauren slapped my thigh. "Either you tell me or so help me, y/n..."
"Mila did it okay?" I admitted feeling my pulse throb in my arm.
Lauren looked really violated and confused, "How the hell did Camila do this to you? Do you really expect me to believe that?"
"Well, you should because it's the truth. Remember when she said she was going to 'destroy me'?" Lauren nodded hesitantly. "Well, she did."
Lauren's face was more confused that it's ever been, "I don't get it."
"It's sexual, Lauren."
"That's not sexual, that's abuse." Lauren scolded.
I furrowed my eyebrows, "Camila tied me up with handcuffs and fucked me, Lauren. I'm sure this isn't abuse."
Her mouth dropped, "I didn't need to know that."
"You weren't letting up." I laughed. I got up from the table to grab myself a can of soda and go to the living room to enjoy my Percs before I had to start coming down and thinking about what would happen tonight.

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Lauren went to see her family for the night knowing about the whole plan. She warned me that if she came back and I wasn't in the apartment, she'd find me and not only kick Austin's ass, but also mine and Mila's. I didn't listen though. I took my shower and got ready. This was the one time I was dreading taking a shower, and dreading to see Camila. Once I was done, and my hair was nice, I called a cab to take me to the Hilton at around 6:45 PM. I was still naked when I walked into Lauren's room to hurry and put on the lacy red bra and thong that Camila got for me.
The note attached to it said,

You're my Rose, and I'm your Jack. Get it? because it's red & that's our movie. - Mila

I couldn't help but chuckle at the little letter and slip the underwear on carefully as to not upset my bandages. After that, I grabbed my high waisted denim shorts, Lana Del Rey Sweatshirt, and Chucks and slipped them on over the lingerie before I got a call telling me my cab was here. I hurried to grab my charger, and backpack filled with pills before I hobbled down to get in the cab.

Once I was in the fancy hotel, I kind of expected people to stop me as I was walking by, but they didn't. I just got in the elevator and waited to reached the dreaded 7th floor. While I was waiting, I took my bag off my back and grabbed four Percocets to take before I entered the room. I swallowed them down with no trouble as I arrived at my floor. 789, 789, 789. I kept saying to myself knowing I was about to feel the pills and I didn't want to be stuck out here wondering where I was going. That's when I got the call from Lauren.

"Are you at home?" Her voice was stern.
I was feeling a intense light headedness, "Yeah, why?"
"Cause you know what's going to happen if I find out you're not. Right?"
"Yeah, y-eah. You'll beat up M-Mila and Austinnn and I." I was more gone than usual.
Her voice grew concerned, "You sound bad? How many pills did you take because this sounds worse than 2."
"Nonsense, Loo. I'm perfectly fine." I replied. I heard her open the door to the apartment through the receiver.
It got quiet for a while until I heard her yell at me, "Y/N, you fucking lied to me. Please tell me you haven't gone through with it."
I laughed, "Silly, Lilo. I'm fine. I g-ot to go though. I love you."
"No, babe. You don't have to go. You're gonna be taken advantage of." Her voice was less cold than I expected.
"I'm alright, baby. I gotta go. Like right now."
Her voice was pleading, "No just stay on the phone till I get there."
"I need to go, Lo. Ha, that rhymed." I hiccuped a little then controlled myself. "But for serious, I need to go. Bye." I hung up the phone and put it in the front pocket of my shorts.

789. The room that is going to cause me more pain than anything else in my life. I could feel myself getting higher than ever before. Maybe even higher than the X got me that one night. I knocked on the door, and it quickly opened to reveal a worrisome Camila. "Hey, babe." Her eyes weakened as she studied me, "Are you okay? You don't look so good."
"Well, that's bad because you look hawt as fuhk." I muttered to her.
She knew what I did as she grabbed my face with her hand and squeeze my cheeks together, "How many pills did you take, y/n?"
Her eyes darted into mine trying to read me, "Not the recommended dose. I'll tell you that." I laughed.
Camila kissed me, "Your lips taste bitter."
"That's what medicine tastes like, babe." I laughed. "Now where's the fuck boy? I don't want to be around him any longer than I have to."
"Peeing." Camila said before Austin opened the bathroom door.
His smile wasn't bothering me as much as it usually is, but that's because I'm way more fucked up than I've ever been. "Glad you could join us, y/n."
"Yeah, yeah. Can we just start this, Mahone?" I groaned.
He walked towards me, "My pleasure."
Camila stepped in front of me to stop Austin's embrace. "I have rules, Austin. Before we go through with this there are a few boundaries even y/n and I have set in place."
"Like?" He was frustrated.
"First of all, we kiss before you touch us. Got it? Second of all, don't pull our hair, or give us hickeys. That's requires intimacy which is not what this is. And lastly, be gentle with her." Camila pointed towards me. "She just had surgery and if you fuck up her side because you're being too rough I will fucking bash your head in. Do you understand?"
"I'll abide by your precious rules, Mels." Austin mocked. We all just stood in an awkward position, "Well let's go to the bedroom." Austin suggested. Camila grabbed my hand and walked me into the dimly lit room.