(ON HIATUS) Small Town Problems (Camila/You)

Mine

I nestled my face tighter into Camila's neck; breathing in her familiar scent, as my arms tightened around her waist. She was perched comfortably on my lap in the school cafeteria, ranting to Dinah, Lauren, and Austin about the Shawn situation.

"I just can't believe that prick would do something like this! Especially with all of us in the house! With my fucking dad in the house, the sheriff!" She huffed, face red and hand tussling through her hair. "He's just lucky my dad arrested him before I could chop off his dick. Fucking pendejo."

"How did this happen again? I mean, you might not be the biggest person, but with all of that Brazilian Jiu-Jistu you've been doing for practically all of your life; how did he manage to mess you up so bad?"

I resisted the urge to tense at Lauren's question, knowing Camila would feel it if I did. "He just got the jump on me. By the time I realized what was happening, he already had my head in the toilet."

"And he was kicking and punching you the entire time?" Austin asked, referring to my bruised torso and face. All I could do was nod, not wanting to verbalize my lie. Someone did kick and punch me while I was drowning, but it wasn't Shawn. "Well, if I ever see his face just know I'm probably going to jail for assault."

"Me too," Dinah piped up. "Ain't no way some punk ass bitch gonna do that to one of my closest friends, and not get the shit beat out of him." I smiled, loving the protectiveness of my group of friends. "I'm just glad Sheriff Cabello felt the need to check up on where Shawn went. It could have went a lot worse if he wasn't there."

Everyone nodded there heads in agreement, and my smile quickly turned strained. I buried my head back into Camila's neck, biting my tongue to hold back any negative comments. I felt Camila begin to play with the hairs on the back of my neck while starting to speak. "Yeah, remind me to cook my dad his favorite meal in thanks." Camila laughed.

We stayed for a little while talking about unimportant things, but then the bell rang, and everyone moved to head to there next class. After lunch Camila had choir, but I had art III; Since the periods for these class were extra long, they were our last class of the day. So with a quick kiss to my lip, careful of the side that was busted, she flounced down the opposite hall.

"Hey, Junkie." I rolled my eyes in amusement, before turning to my non-male best friend, Emily Bett Rickards.

"Sup, Ricky, I told you to stop calling me that I don't Smoak weed anymore." She just shrugged, sly grin etched on her lips.

She pulled me into a hug, but quickly let go when I hissed in pain. "Oh right, bruised ribs!" Her eyes widened in apology, but I waved it off. "Come on, Mrs. Flowers is not taking bullshit today, and if her prodigy is late she'll probably blow her top."

"I'm not her prodigy."

"You're right. It's definitely me!" I punched her arm, laughing.

We fell into our seats on the far side of the circle, and put our attention to the short, slightly heavyset, middle-aged women in the middle of the circle. "So today class, I have asked the other art department teachers if they had any free students, and we are going to be doing portrait paintings!" The door opened, and I felt a grin split my face when I recognized the choir class. "Pick your muse, grab an easel, and get started, we will be doing this same painting for the next two weeks; so make sure they are detailed."

I didn't even get a chance to move before my gorgeous girlfriend was in-front of me, smiling and looking at me through her eyelashes. "Would it be okay if I could be your muse, Ms. Y/n?"

I shrugged coyly. "I don't know, would you take this lowly artist to paint your magnificent beauty?"

She wrapped her arms around my neck, laughing breathily. "Shut up."

"Make me," I placed my hands on her ass, pulling her impossibly closer.

I shivered as she nipped my ear before breathing out, "With pleasure." Her lips were tantalizingly close to mine when out of nowhere Emily threw her arms around both of us.

"Hey guys, ready to get started? There was an odd number so Mrs. Flowers said I could draw Y/n while she drew you, Camila." I cautiously glanced at Camila, and I was definitely not surprised when I saw the look of utter disdain on her face.

Camila, Emily, Austin and I were the best of friends since pre-school till fifth grade, but Emily moved to Houston when her dad and mom divorced. I was the only one who kept in contact with her, and now that she moved back last year our friendship was as strong as ever. Austin and her were not as close, but still cool. It was another story though for her and Camila. Camila was convinced that Emily was in love with me. I couldn't see it, and when I brought it up with Emily just laughed and denied it, but Camila would not be told otherwise. Which is pretty much the only reason she now hates Emily with a passion. She tended to have.. an entirely different persona around her. I once tried to joke that she channeled her inner Sasha Fierce, but she didn't take that too well.

"Yay, of course you are." I gave her a warning glance. "Whatever, let's just start painting!" She sat down on the stool in front of me, while Emily and I went to get our easels and canvas's.

Emily scooted closer to me while we were walking, looking around conspiratorially before whispering in my ear. "Make sure to keep the sharp brushes away from your girl. I'm afraid she might try to stab me in the neck."

I couldn't help but burst out laughing with her, knowing she meant no harm in the comment. when I glanced back, Camila, on the other hand, looked entirely pissed off by Emily's close proximity to me.

Ugh, this is gonna be a long class.
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By the end of the class Camila was using every opportunity possible to turn me on and prove something to Emily. I swear, It was only this bad because it was the first week back in school, and Camila was forced to be around us together, but Emily didn't really care about that; her good mood all but dissipated.

"So, my parents will be at the Williams for dinner tonight, and I'll be all alone." Camila fixed me with a particularly heated glance. "You should come over. It's been a while since we've been hot, sweaty, and alone together." She 'lowered' her voice, but I knew Emily could still awkwardly hear every word. "I've forgotten how good you taste, baby."

I nearly choked on my tongue. 'Dead kittens, grandma's, Sheriff Cabello!' That last thought brought all of the blood away from the organ in my increasingly tightening pants, and I breathed a sigh of relief. "That's all the time for today guys, clean up everything and be prepared to come back to this painting next week." Mrs. Flowers voice cut through the growing tension, and I quickly moved to put up my supplies. I was willing to do anything at this point to keep my mind off of the imagery Camila provided.

I did not need a boner at school. Especially when my body was too sore to really do anything about it. "I'll catch you later, Junkie." I grinned, slightly awkwardly, at Emily and gave her a nod of farewell, watching her walk out the door.

"So, you want to grab some food, baby?"

I turned my head to Camila, throwing an arm around her shoulder, and leading us out the classroom. "That was kinda intense, Mila."

She stopped us, spinning her body to face me. "I have no idea what, you're talking about, babe. I did nothing in there." Her arms snaked around my waist as I snorted.

"If that's what you call nothing, I'd hate to see something." I couldn't help but chuckle as I said this.

A small, shy, and yet wicked smile crawled unto her face as she heard me laugh. "I don't regret anything. I am yours, and you are mine. I just like to remind you every once in a while."

I swear, she was insane sometimes, but she was mine.