Fearless

Threat

" oh thankgod mom." I giggled.

" but what im saying is, " she paused while putting a slice of bread on the side of macaroni.

"she's well known here in our place, i heard , so im only suggesting for you to be carefull, guys will be everywhere putting shades in your relationship , i just don't want you to get hurt."

I clearly understand her point, she's right, lauren was a perfect girl for any guy ,lucky for me she's gay. But that doesn't mean that they can't break the newly formed feelings that we had right now. What if she changes her mind and stop this ... What ever it is that she's doing to me.?

" you're right mom, " i let out a deep sigh on realization.

" i was waiting for you yesterday, when i overheard two guys talking about her, " my mom started.

" an then im surprised to see her here now and noticed the bond between you two. , well if you will understand me, it's a very risky kind of relationship to put yourself into, but i trusted you mila, whatever that makes you happy , im here to support you... Just be carefull honey... Okay? .."

She said placing a supporting hand on my shoulder.

" ilove you mom.." I whispered.

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" camz ..you're doing it the wrong way." I heard her chuckled as she stop my hand from moving.

" you're squeezing it wrong.." She added wiping my sweaty face. I looked at her pouting my lips.

" here let me show you.." She took the icing bag from my hand as she started to squeeze it forming a small icing on top of the cake.

We decided to bake this saturday morning as my mom left to picked some groceries with sofie.

" see?.. It's not a cloud anymore." She chuckled earning a glare from me.

" how can you compare my flower to a cloud?" I said crossing my arms.

" well it's basically a mushy cloud." She laughed forming another flower . She's really good doing that.

I was thinking of wrapping my arms around her waist but i stop myself, not to mention she look hot with apron.

We both look at her phone buzzing on top of the table. She glanced at me then i smiled suggesting for her to answer it.

I watched her turn off her phone then she placed it back on the table. Im a bit confused but it's none of my bussiness , i reciprocated her smile as she turn herself back at me.

" why didn't you answer.?" I asked.

" nope... I needed this moment with you.." She said locking her eyes on mine.. That left me with a smile.

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I sat on a unfamiliar place next to lauren. Her friend invited us here. Lauren said she was her bestfriend and the one that gave me the envelop two weeks ago. We're on a wide garden with a squared swimming pool. That girl surely had dollars on her pocket.

The blond girl came out carrying a tray with a jar of juice on it. She smiled when she reached us.

We greeted each other earlier when she let us in on their house.

" so camila.. How do you get close to lauren?" The girl named rose asked giving me a glass of juice.

Is that supposed to be a question?

" we met years ago.." Lauren answered first. " she's special to me." she added giving me a wink, her green eyes smiling at me.

" oh .. I see.. But don't forget that im your bestfriend." Rose puts her hand on lauren's lap that sends me fire shots directly on my brain, causing my eyebrow to raise.

Lauren didn't quiet notice it as she continue to introduce me to rose.

We talked for a while , but she's clearly blocking me out, whenever i tried to speak she will looked at lauren like im not existing. Im glad that lauren wants me to meet her friends but this was some kind of mistake. She's obviously not aware that this girl doesn't want me here. Until lauren excuses herself to us to answer a phone call.

Rose and i was standing in the edge of the pool. I kneeled down to play the water in my hands..

"so.. Camila, what makes you think that you can stay close to lauren?" There you go

I looked up at her "excuse me?" I said as i stood up leveling her. She's taller than me but i don't care, i needed to know now what she's really is.

She looked at lauren who's now talking to someone on her phone.

" stay away from her." She said commanding me, she even looked at me like im disgusting or anything.

I read her face , that's it.. I knew it.. She's fake.

" so that's you're true color huh?" I tried to be calm knowing that im in her territory but if she gets closer to my skin , i'll show her who's she's messing with.

" look at you, you're not even qualified to pass any beauty contest.. I don't know what lauren saw in you , but she needed to wake up now." She smirked eyeing me from head to toe.. " low class girl." She added.

I tried to fight the flashed of anger running through my brain. I raised my eyebrow crossing my arms and step closer to her.

" you're fake.. While i am gold, and that's what lauren sees in me.." I tried to pronounced the words deeper to make it clear to her.

" oh well.. I'll show you.." She said with a deadly smirk, she looked at lauren first , before droping herself to the water.

Next thing i heard is that she's screaming in the water acting like she's drowning.

" help!.. Please .. Help!"

Oh my god.. She just drop herself , and now she's acting like she's drowning?? You gotta be kidding girl.

A running lauren jumped passed through me to save the fucking girl.

My eyes wide open as i watched her carry rose on her arm, she was wrapping her arm around lauren's shoulder when they finally made it out to the pool.

Lauren layed her down on the chair. " are you okay?" She asked in concern.

" im scared " she cried as she sank her head on lauren's neck.

" it's okay .. You are safe now." The green eyed girl rubbed her back. Then i saw rose smile in success , she makes sure that i saw it with my eyes.

I stood there watching them, i just can't believe it. She's a fucking bitch .

She looked at me then lauren followed her eyes.

" camila? Why did you pushed me?" She said loud enough to make lauren hear it clearly.

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Okay guys.. That was it.. Im kind of tired at the moment, i just don't know if i could keep up writing this..

Let me know if i should continue this one.. Please leave comments.. Gracias.