Different Keys

I changed the title i'm so sorry

"I don't know what to do man. The more time I spend with her and get to know her the more it fucks me up. I'm friends with her sister and her mom loves me. It's like the ball is in my court but I can't make a touch down."

"Did this dumb ass bitch just say court and touch down in the same sentence?" Before Camila could reply Dinah had already smacked her in the back of the head.

"I don't do sports, we know this." Camila tried to defend herself but her friends were too busy laughing at her to pay any attention.

"It's not sports, it's the English language girl." Dinah smacked the back of her friend's head again and started walking towards the steps with her bag. The bus would be coming in a bit and they didn't want to miss school because they wouldn't have anyone to take them there.

Shawn gave Camila back her phone and got up. He followed Dinah down the steps and out the door, but he quickly ran back inside because he left his bag on the floor next to the couch. Camila was still sitting on the couch but the way she was looking at her phone caught Shawn's attention.

"Dude we gotta go, you can look at Lauren's nudes later."

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Camila didn't text Lauren for the rest of the day. She was annoyed and told her she'd see her in sixth period. She didn't get nudes as Shawn had said, but she got a selfie of Lauren and that was more than enough to make her drool.

She chose not to reply. Usually Lauren would keep sending texts and demand attention but she didn't this time. Things felt off and she didn't want to make them worse. There was a lot they already needed to talk about. The conversation from the previous night was different because Camila wasn't used to sharing details about her life. 

Camila was emotionally frustrated. Her mom just left her alone and she had a feeling Lauren actually does like her. She didn't know if she was ready for a relationship she just accepted her sexuality and even then, she doesn't have a full understanding of it. She could easily talk to Lauren about it but that would mean emotionally opening herself up and emotionally opening herself up to someone new and that's the last thing she wanted to do.

"Hey." Camila groaned and shut her locker. She looked over at Lauren and she wanted to keep being mad at her because it was easier but she looked so breathtakingly gorgeous that she just couldn't help but smile at her.

Lauren looked beautiful every single day, but Camila thinks she looks fucking beautiful with just a bit of makeup on. Lauren wasn't the type to wear makeup, she hated everything about it but admired the girls and guys that go through the trouble of wearing it every day. She wanted to try something new today and she got the reactions she was expecting. The only one she really cared about was Camila's but she never replied to her selfie.

"You look so beautiful." Camila quickly brought her hands up to cover her mouth but it was already too late.

Lauren laughed and grabbed Camila's hands who were still covering her face. She took them in hers and lowered them. Lauren used her thumbs to rub Camila's hands and saw the effect she was having on her. Usually they weren't touchy. Lauren quickly learned that Camila wasn't a hugger because the few times that Lauren initiated a hug Camila automatically tensed up. Little did she know Camila loves giving hugs but she only tenses up because it's her.

'Me estoy muriendo oh my fucking God. She looks like a fucking queen and she's holding my hands and my sexuality has been confirmed. I am without a doubt bi because of Lauren Jauregui.'

Camila was starting to get a bit lightheaded. They were the only two in the locker room and her thoughts were starting to annoy the fuck out of her because she couldn't stop thinking. She was confused but she knew she really wanted to just kiss Lauren.