All An Act (Camren)

Chapter Twenty Three

Lauren's POV

I end up being late to class. Like, I literally stood there, in the hallway, as students hustled and bustled to their classrooms, with my fingers pressed against my mouth. All because Camila called me Mami and bit me.

What the fuck? Get it together, Lauren. Stop acting like a loser.

Oh, so you're only acting?

Shut up, Camila.

It takes a lonely and desperate kind of loser to try to keep her girlfriend through the mere technicality that is "the pinky promise."

Shut. Up. Camila.

I don't see Camila again until improv class. Not physically anyway. But mentally, I saw her a whole bunch of times, because I couldn't stop thinking about her during my other three classes. And I'm slightly ashamed to say I didn't have many pure thoughts concerning her. Okay, I didn't have any pure thoughts concerning her. Not one.

I know, I know, I'm supposed to be thinking up ways to make sure she knows she's not a slut, and to get her trust back, and to get her to end this break; but I'm only human. I can't help that my mind keeps drifting back to that little skirt. About me possibly running my hands underneath....

"Lauren!" Somebody yells.

"What?!" I yell back automatically.

"Drool over your girlfriend on your own time."

I wipe my fingers across my bottom lip, and yeah, I was drooling a little, but I can't seem to dredge up any shame or embarrassment. Probably because I'm not the only one drooling over my girlfriend's legs. They're really something. Even with my shirt still tied around her waist, those legs are still very much visible.

But I can't just let that annoying man get away with that though.

"Maybe if you could get yourself a girlfriend you'd stop worrying about what I do with mine!" I snap back.

A lot of people laugh, he shuts up, and I'm free to daydream about getting into my girlfriend's pants again.

And I do.

I watch my girlfriend's legs and think about touching her. I probably even drool again.

Camila catches me. I totally expect her to scowl at me indignantly and try to cover her legs up. Old Camila would, but this Camila turns around in her seat a little to give me a slow, and very seductive, wink.

Naturally, I felt a white heat makes it way down my body. Who wouldn't?

And although I'm thoroughly enjoying the fact that my girlfriend isn't begging me for space anymore, I'm kinda freaked out a little. Because I know this isn't good. I know Camila wouldn't be acting like this if I hadn't called her a slut.

I hold my breath and think of things I hate; just to keep me from daydreaming about...certain activities. There's a big list of them, silly little things I can't stand. Maybe the thought of them will keep me from thinking about having sex with my girlfriend. And hopefully, they'll keep me from doing something stupid.

It works a little. I don't drool anymore, but some racy thoughts still seep through.

When the lunch bell rings, Camila takes my pinky in hers, like we used to when we first started "dating." I get the feeling that she's trying to remind herself of the deal. Maybe she's trying to remind me too, let me know that she remembers.

I take my pinky out of hers and hold her hand instead, like real couples do.

She gives me a small smile that I don't get a chance to return because she's now ordering some chicken fingers off the grub truck. Then she turns back to me. "What do you want to eat, Lauren? My treat."