Her feet carried her across the quickly cooling sand. She felt her heart being constricted as it pounded desperately for her life. She was dehydrated, definitely, but she kept going anyway. She wasn't sure where, exactly, but it couldn't be here. She couldn't be here. Not know that she knew Camila was too.
Lauren wondered how many tabloids and magazines would try to put in a story about her after what had just occurred. It's not like she was famous anymore, a washed-up ex-celebrity and all. But a scandal like that always got some sort of attention.
She didn't mean for it to happen, but it was all too much. After the night guards had gone on duty, she threw all of her weight against the glass, causing the window to burst out of its frame. It hurt like hell, she thought, but right now, she couldn't remember. She was already drowning herself in alcohol. As much as it burned while setting fire to her throat, she didn't stop. It was a familiar kind of pain. Almost, good in a way. It kept her from being able to scream. It would hurt too much to try.
It always hurts to try.
The waves were whipping against her ankles, harsh and angry. She had never walked along the beach this late at night. What used to be calm, tropical waves, were now turbulent and aggressive, pulled in and out by the moon's force on the tides. She remembers a time when it wasn't so bad to be on the beach at night.
They were back in Santa Monica for a great celebrity event. Everyone from Paramore to Betty White was invited. It was insane. The beach was closed off just for their use and lined with security guards and the Los Angeles Police Department vehicles.
"Come on, Camz. It's just one drink." She giggled, handing over a red solo cup. She had thought that by their age, and with all of the Hollywood fame and parties, that Camila would at least try a drink or two to fit in. But the minor still refused, looking nervously at the rest of the band. Aside from Ally and Lauren, the other two girls were drinking in moderation. Camila crossed her arms nervously and took a seat between Austin and Ariana who had both come to join their group. Frankie had ditched her for his older, gay friends. And Austin, well, Lauren didn't fucking know why he was there. Probably because he didn't have any friends to begin with. Becky G didn't attend after hearing that Camila would be there.
She rolled her eyes and made her way to the speakers, clicking the plus sign a few more times as the music grew louder in her ears. She let her body sway to the beat.
She found The Vamps playing beer pong and decided to join in their game for a while. She teamed up with Brad and won three games in a row before he pulled her aside and kissed her up against one of the lifeguard shacks, hidden away from view. His lips were nice, but she was missing something.
After giving him a shy wave goodbye after he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear with a nervous chuckle, the two parted ways.
"It was nice seeing you." He had said.
"Definitely." She agreed.
Twenty minutes later, she had downed another three drinks and was feeling a pretty great buzz. And by buzz, she meant she was totally drunk.
She heard someone growl angrily, tugging at her wrist aggressively. As her pupils struggled to focus, she recognized a raspy voice drowning in and out between the music of the night.
"No one kisses you like that." Camila claimed, slamming her against the wall.
Ever since Camila and Austin had broken up, she was extremely hot and cold towards Lauren. When they were cold, it was the most painful and difficult thing to deal with. But when they were hot, and damn were they hot sometimes, Camila was the sexiest, best thing to ever to happen to her.
