The Library Problem (One-shot)

The Library Problem

AN:  So I'm complete Camcy trash, as you all probably know by now. I wanted to do a little short fic and found this prompt and wrote it beginning at 2 in the morning today lol

(Yes, I'll eventually update my other two fics, I started the new chapters for both)

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Camila was a sophomore at Johns Hopkins University and so far she absolutely loved it. She was currently majoring in English and had a focus on writing, which took up a lot of her time. Unfortunately for her, and basically all the other students, midterms were slowly creeping up on the population, meaning she needed to buckle in and start studying before she failed.

There was one problem though. One problem in the form of the most beautiful girl Camila’s gay ass has ever had the honor of looking at almost every day this week. She didn’t know who she was, but she knew that the girl’s long brown hair, warm brown eyes, and what possibly might be the world’s brightest smile would be her cause of death.

She also sort of resented her. 

You see, the best study table was near the huge windows that the library had to offer. If you got there at the right time you were able to study with wonderful light that also wasn’t blinding. It was a truly beautiful place to be. It was quiet, out of the way from the main bustle of students who were also trying to find last-minute information, and the view was to die for; or kill for in Camila’s case if things didn’t change soon.

This used to be Camila’s go-to study spot when it came to important tests and quizzes she had coming up. It probably still would be if pretty mystery girl didn’t show up out of the blue. Does she hold resentment for pretty, studious girl? Yes, yes she does. Will she ever go and confront her? Probably not since she was a disaster gay and couldn’t talk to another girl without completely shutting down and making a fool out of herself. She was growing more frustrated every single day though. Each day the Camila wasn’t able to sit in the natural sunlight meant that she had to settle under the florescent lights of a louder part of the building. She hated that.

She could never hate the pretty girl though.

Camila has been watching her over the past week, in the most non-creepy way that she could. She liked to think it was more so glaring and studying her enemy, finding a possible weakness so that she could swoop in and reclaim her rightful table. However, anyone that saw this would say that the tiny Cuban girl was pining after the one sitting near the windows.

She sighed as today was no different. The cute girl had already beat Camila to the library and sat in her now stolen spot. What was she even studying? When did she even become a student here? Questions that Camila had but never wanted to actually go and ask because that would require using her voice, Camila didn’t trust hers to work if she ever got the chance to speak with the other.

Camila sadly made her way over to her temporary seat in the room so she could at least try her best to retain some information. After she sat down and had gotten out all of her reading books and notebooks, she couldn't help but spare a glance at the mystery girl. She had her headphones in and was bobbing her head to whatever sort of music she was playing. What type of music does she listen to? That was another question that Camila would probably never find out the answer.

Breaking her gaze, Camila opened the novel she was currently reading and started to take notes about the key points of the plot and the tone. She wishes that she brought her headphones as well to listen to music, but deep down she knew that it would distract to way too much while she was trying to read a book that closely in detail.