I needed her attention. I didn't know how to bring up my worry about her and Keana alone together at some point and if I just blurt it out it's going to sound like I'm insecure or jealous.
Which, I am both jealous and a bit insecure, but I still didn't want to sound it.
I take a pillow from the bed and throw it in her direction watching it hit her square in the face.
"Fuck" she mutters putting the pillow aside "Really Laur?" she says finally looking up.
Any other day the sight would have made me laugh, but I'm not really in a comic mood.
"Todays your first day with her, right?" I ask as nonchalantly as possible.
Though I obviously wasn't doing a very good job at sounding indifferent.
I could tell because the expression on my girlfriends face went from annoyed to concern in a split second.
"Yeah babe" she said softly "Todays the first day"
Since my cover had already flown out the window I figured I might as well ask her what's been on my mind.
"Okay, so I know this might sound stupid but I just need to hear you say it" I started "You don't have any residual feelings left for her right?"
A sympathetic smile landed on Camila's lips as she shook her head "No baby. I never had feelings for her it was just-"
She paused when I lifted up my index finger signaling for her to stop talking
"You saying it was just sex, doesn't make it better" I said with a forced smile.
A part of me knows there's no way Camila will ever do anything, but there is an underlying insecurity that she might.
Keana is awfully beautiful and charming when she wants to be. And Camila, well I've hurt Camila so much I don't know if she might consider being with Keana the better option.
Though we have been good lately, like really good, but I can't help but doubt.
"Lauren" she said capturing my attention "I don't want this anymore than you do" she said "But this was your idea"
I was painfully aware of that, but I wanted to do the right thing and I couldn't think of anything else at the moment.
But with every passing minute I deeply regret the instant those words fell out of my mouth.
I finished getting ready in silence and headed out to my class knowing that when I got back my girlfriend will be in the middle of her own lesson with Keana by her side.
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Camila's POV
I walked through the classroom as my students worked on their pieces. Though this is a beginners class you can always tell who has had previous experience and who hasn't.
Rita's steady hands and her technique, not to mention the liberty she takes to improvise, let me know she's been doing this for quiet a while. However I see that Daniel sticks solely to what I've taught in class informing me that, that is all he knows.
Though I have enjoyed seeing his skills enhance during the course and I'm sure he'll get even better before the semester ends.
I make my way back to my desk and see Keana seated on a chair right beside mine.
"Hello Cami" she says in a playful tone.
"Can you file these for me?" I say as I hand her a stack of papers that were previously resting on the other side of the desk.
I don't want to bother being cordial, if she's going to work here it has to be solely professional.
I understand that Lauren wanted to help her old friend by not leaving her out of a job, but she's not the one that's going to have to work with her, and I wish she would have consulted with me before making the suggestion.
But what's done is done and there's no point in bickering about it now.
I'll make sure Keana never gets the wrong impression and if I falter for even a second she'll take it as an opening and I can't let that happen.
She sighs and takes the papers to the filing cabinets towards the back of the classroom.
The truth is those were filed already but I took them out and mixed them up just so I could give her something to do.
She can't exactly grade the art pieces because she has no knowledge of what's right and wrong in them. It's not like any other class where I can give her a sheet with the answers to a test.
She also can't make a syllabus or help me plan my lessons for the semester, so for the next few months, until she finds something else, Keana will be unnecessarily filing papers and fetching my coffee.
Class ended sooner than expected and my students knew the routine. They took their pieces and put them to dry in the room towards the back while Keana made her way to the front of the classroom with no papers in hand.
"Done" she said happily
"Okay" I said "You can go"
I proceeded to turn to my computer to feign doing something important in hopes she would get the hint, but she didn't leave.
"I didn't do anything though" she said
"You did the only thing I needed you to do" I defended.
She sighed "Listen Cami" she started as I cringed at the nickname. "I'm sorry"
This made me stop typing gibberish into my computer and look up to meet the familiar pair of hazel eyes.
"You're sorry?" I asked.
"For everything" she continued "I didn't mean to get in the way of you and Lauren, I honestly didn't know you guys were so serious"
"She was your friend and we were together for three years before I left and you didn't know?"
For some reason I couldn't believe Lauren didn't tell her best friend about us for three years. I know she excluded my name but not the seriousness of the relationship.
"I'm sorry" was all she replied to my question.
I sighed "Listen, Lauren compromised that you could stay until you find something else. Just hurry up and look for another job would you?" I spat
I glanced around and noticed all of my students had filed out of the classroom and a part of me highly disliked the idea of being alone with Keana.
"Why are you treating my like I did a horrible thing?" she asked putting up her defenses
"Because you did do a horrible thing" I said trying my best not to raise my voice as I stood up from my desk "She was your best friend and you tried to get with the girl she loved, do you seriously believe that's not a horrible thing?" I ask
For the first time ever, I look up into Keana's eyes and don't see a hint of arrogance or flirtation. Instead I am greeted by sympathy and a soft shake of her head
"Lauren is not the saint you think she is Camila" she said avoiding the use of her nickname for me.
Without another word she exited the classroom.
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
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A/N: Well... I don't really have anything to say. I hope you guys are having a good day! As always excuse any errors I suck at proof reading. Have a nice weekend!
Be nice to your flowers!
Ch 3- Hello Cami
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