Mi Camaleon |🦎-Camilo Madrigal x Reader-🦎|

7- Detención

⚠️Warning⚠️: The next few chapters may contain Camilo being far too innocent for this world. Simp at your own risk.

|🏵-Camilo's POV-🏵|

I woke up fairly early (for me anyway). I didn't see anyone that morning, since everyone was already either doing their chores or preparing for Mariano's proposal (even though it's over a month away).

I stuffed a couple extra arepas in my bag before I left. Y/n didn't get any food, so I decided to bring her some.

I still can't believe I'm the one who hurt her. She's just... her. And I can't stop thinking about what I did, replaying the moment over and over again.

"You're Y/n again!" Mirabel called me out, slapping the back of my head.

I yelped, rubbing the back of my head as I shifted into myself. It's getting harder to keep control.

"Adios, familia!" I called as I walked out the door.

Mirabel was the only one to respond, "Hasta luego, Camilo!"

As I'd expect, Y/n refused to talk to me most of the day and, because of the lack of shared classes, it was easy for her. At lunch, I tried to approach her as she sat eating and reading in a corner, but I was quickly surrounded by people I hardly knew.

"Hey, Camilo!"

"Nice to see you Camilo!"

"Hey, Camilo, show everyone that impression of Señor Ortiz!"

Reluctantly, I shifted into the teacher and mimicked his voice.

"What about Señora Osma? You know, the crazy fish lady?"

As I impersonated the woman, Y/n rolled her eyes at me. They demanded more impressions until lunch was over. Y/n swiftly disappeared.

So, it's safe to say that talking to her went just as planned.

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Finally, it was time for detention. Weird thing to say, I know, but I really wanted to talk to her.

But I then realised I'd never had a detention in my entire life. So I had no idea what I was doing.

"Camilo. There you are." Señora Castro's voice made me jump.

"Lo siento, Señora. I-I didn't know where to go."

"Well, it's this room, treinta y seis, unless I specifically tell you otherwise. Do you understand?"

Y/n was reading a book, not looking up as I sat nearby, on her right.

"Since neither of you have had a detention, I'll explain how this works. I'm going to leave the room. The doors and windows are locked. No eating, no graffiti no fighting and no sex."

Both of us looked up at the teacher, than at the other. I cleared my throat as she scratched the back of her neck uncomfortably.

The teacher continued regardless, "I will return in half an hour. That is when you can leave. You break the rules, you stay for another half hour."

She then left the room. I heard the lock click and her footsteps getting fainter and fainter.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Y/n turned her head to look at me; I could see a bruise at the highest point on her cheekbone.

I turned my attention to my bag, "That looks pretty bad..." I fished an arepa wrapped in paper from my bag, "Here. My Tía Julieta made it this morning."