The exchange (camren) English Version

Chapter 54

Camila's POV

I swallowed dryly, my hands were sweating, but I wouldn't be intimidated, I'm sure of that. I also saw her directly in the eye, confronting her.
                  
“Are you happy now? Did you get what you wanted?” she asked

“No, I'm not happy.” I approached her, without letting my voice show weakness
“Do you know when I will be? When you become the Lauren I know again, everyone says that is  strange.”

I said that and left the room.                  
-

The next day I woke up earlier than usual,
I put on a jacket, I took a broom and left behind Lauren. I found her a few blocks ahead, with those clothes that the workers who clean the streets use, erasing what they wrote yesterday on the wall.

I stayed on the same sidewalk as her, like someone who doesn't want anything and I began to sweep. Until she noticed me.                

“Did you come to laugh in my face?” she asked, without looking away from the wall.
                
“Do you see a smile on my face? I don't think so. I came to help you, since I got you into this.” I answered

“I don't need your help.” she said coldly.

“Then I will clean the park because I want to fulfill my role as a citizen.” I answered, without blinking
                    
I kept sweeping and was still ignored by Lauren, but that's normal.
                   
“Can you want to stop Camila?” She threw the cloth he was holding onto the floor “wasn't it enough for you to irritate me enough by calling the police?”
                    
“Do you want to measure forces?” I said and pulled my broom to the floor, it
made more noise than Lauren's ridiculous cloth “I have a broom. Okay?” I teased her, holding back the urge to laugh, and I have no fear in using her.
                    
Lauren closed her hand in a fist, picked up the cloth, with rage coming out of her eyes she cleaned it again.
                   
“And clean that shit well.” -mI dared to say, picking up my broom
                   
I have the certainty that she isn't capable of hurting me with anything other than her words.                    
-

The week passed quickly and day after day I was there, sweeping next to Lauren. And still being ignored. But that didn't bother me, I continued with my monologues, but today, Sunday, it would not be different.
                    
“HELLOO” I shouted, in the empty street, listening to my voice echo

“Seriously people don't go out on Sundays? Is there any law that prohibits that?”
I asked and I didn't get an answer
“I'll take that as a yes.” I said smiling and kept sweeping

“You know, in the school days whenever they did those dances in which the one who was left without a partner had to dance with the broom. I almost always preferred to take a broom than dance with those kids.” I grimaced
                   
Lauren sighed and continued sweeping.
The first days I showed up, I thought that she was going to explode and blow my neck at any time. But now she just ignores me.
Great.

                     
“Wow, we will have muscular arms after we finish this. That movement we make with the broom is better than in the academy. And it's free.” I said animated

“Lauren, I already told you a million times that you have to sweep the corners with more care.” I said bravely “this way is wrong,” it seems that she still ignores me.
                    
At that moment the street was taken by the sound of a motorcycle, which was parked where we were, the person took off his helmet and I recognized him at once.
                
“HARRY!!!” I exclaimed, laughing“what are you doing around here?” I asked my colleague of the theater
          
“Buying some things for my mom.” he smiled, getting off the bike and giving me a kiss on the cheek “What about you? Are you going to sweep or fly?” he indicated my broom, laughing