Camila’s POV
I left Dinah’s care with an unusual excitement filling me at being at the school. Scratch that, I was more thrilled to see who was at the school.
The feeling I felt in my gut was a bit too nerve-wracking as I walked through the parking lot. I hadn’t seen Lauren since our date and even though we had kept up the conversation through texts I didn’t know exactly where she stood.
The whole sensation could be described as millions of butterflies flying around, or big huge bats, more like eagles taking form. Focus Camila! I scolded myself internally.
As I entered through the doors literally all the heads turned to me in anticipation. Some of them even kept their gaze locked on me, eyeing shamelessly from their lockers. All through High School I had been more or less invincible, so the sudden attention made me slightly insecure.
Luckily I had Dinah by my side, who must have noticed my nerves as she linked her arm with mine, guiding me through the intense glances.
When we arrived at our lockers I unlinked my arm with Dinah’s. I could still feel all the eyes glued to my back as I turned to my side. “There’s not a ‘please stare at me’ sign engraved into my forehead by any chance?” I muttered annoyed to Dinah who instantly pulling a weird face.
She gave me a knowing look, closing the locker door and looked at me. “They have probably heard the news about you and the Head of Bitches.Everyone’s literally been talking about it since you started talking.”
My smile retracted at the thought of everyone discussing my life. Surely I didn’t have anything receiving attention from people I cared about, but the thought of the majority of school judging me was terrifying.
One of the main reasons that I hadn’t been the Populars number one target was because usually I stayed out of any type of gossip. I made sure that nobody noticed me and I definitely avoided being in the spotlight.
The distress made it incredible difficult to concentrate in my classes, math not being an exception as I wasn’t able to keep up with Mr.Reyes’ teaching about equations.
Instead I was supporting my head with my elbow and my mind traveling between Lauren and my phone. She sat in the middle row, obviously texting with Veronica as both of their heads were bowed down and the alternated between smiling.
I had encountered her once in the hallway, but time had been short and all we’d managed to do was chatting casually before she kissed me on the cheek. Our game had really gone too far as I really had wanted for her to kiss me on the lips. Though, I still had no desire to give her the satisfaction of winning.
“Miss Cabello, can you repeat what I said?” Mr. Reyes woke me up and I realized he was intentionally punishing me for my lack of concentration.
“Uhm…no.” I admitted with a sigh, there was no way I could even try because I hadn’t been listening at all.
“Well, maybe you should focus a little more on what’s going on up here and not what’s for lunch.” He scolded me and I blushed, my cheeks being on fire as I could easily sense the looks from all my fellow classmates.
Even Ally turned around and gave me a weak smile, which made the whole public lecture worth it. After what felt like a lifetime she actually spared me a glance. I knew Ally well enough to know that the gesture, no matter how small was a sign that she was starting to forgive me.
Lauren had indeed said that Ally was fine with us being something more than just friends, but why on earth would Ally choose to speak to Lauren before me? I was the one supposedly being her bestfriend, not Lauren.
I didn’t understand how Ally could confide in the one girl she was so angry at from the start, which was why I was secretly fearing if Lauren’d had something to do with the sudden understanding from my friend.
That would be worse than anything, if Lauren had threatened Ally or forced her to accept it. There had to be some truth to all the rumors about the Populars convinced people to agree.
Truth been told I had only known Lauren for a few weeks and how well did I really know the green-eyed beauty. My thoughts were disturbed by my desk vibrating and the screen of my phone lightening up.
Shit, I really should have turned off the sound on my phone. Mr. Reyes staring at me intently until I motioned my phone, turning off the sound. He shook his head and returned to the blackboard, my attention immediately drawn back to the device.
Lauren: Are you okay? You look sort of distant.
I looked up, receiving a concerned look from Lauren as I started typing a reply back. I wasn’t really sure of what to say, but I knew I couldn’t tell her the truth over texts.
Me: Don’t worry, but can we maybe talk after class?
From my place I could see the smile forming on her face, she turned around and gave me a heart melting smile.
Lauren: Sure, I’ll wait for you.
I placed my phone back on the desk after reading the last message. I sighed, hoping she wouldn’t get too mad at my questions, which was when I realized that maybe I didn’t want the class to end so soon after all.
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Lauren’s POV
Math was one of the subjects that I had never enjoyed, not because I wasn’t good at it, but it was simply boring. This time wasn’t any different and I couldn’t wait for it to be over. Honestly, I really wanted to talk to Camila again. We hadn’t spoken much and it was truly killing me.
There was so much I wanted to discuss with her, at the same time that I simply wanted to be in her presence. She was the only thing on my mind from the moment I opened my eyes in the morning to the time I went to bed.
My emotions had never controlled such a huge part of my daily life. With Luis I always smiled when we met, or I was excited to have him kiss me, but with Camila it all seemed reinforced to the point where I had difficulties with breathing whenever she wasn’t around.
However, it wasn’t all great as our friends had their own perspective on things. I didn’t know about Camila’s, but mine were definitely starting to irritate me. Veronica constantly commenting on my relationship to the other brunette and weeks ago I would probably have cared.
Luckily that wasn’t the case now and as the bell rung, signalizing the start of the weekend and end of class I went out with Veronica by my side.
I made sure to tell her that I was waiting on Camila and ignored the obvious mine she made.
Expecting Camila to be the next one to speak to me I was wrong as Alexa walked out and stepped in front of me.
“Well well.” Alexa noted in a formal tone. “Are we waiting on someone?” She questioned playfully, “perhaps a certain brunette with the most gorgeous brown eyes.” Alexa mimicked the words that had once slipped my mouth and I felt my cheeks starting to burn.
I shoved her friendly, “Why don’t you run along.” I prompted, chuckling at my friend’s frisky tone.
Expectedly Alexa threw her hair back, beginning on her way, but not before she held her phone up in the air, signaling for me to text her later. I continued to laugh at my shameless friend as she almost backed into a not-so-thrilled janitor and his trolly.
“Hi.” A familiar voice spoke up and I turned around to see Camila standing there with a grumpy expression.
“Hey, I was waiting on you.” I quickly greeted her and gave her a heartfelt smile, hoping it would ease her obvious restrained mood.
“Clearly.” She muttered and crossing her arms over her chest. The vibes she was sending of really worrying me.
I looked at her blankly, surprised at her angered reaction. We ended up standing in quietness while I pondered on what to say.
“You said you wanted to talk to me.” I noted severely, tugging on the strap of my backpack.
Her features immediately tightened and I could easily spot the internal struggle she had going on.
“Did you do something Ally? Maybe something that caused her to be acceptive of us.” Camila accused and my jaw dropped.
I was hoping my ears had deceived me, but I soon realized she was being serious. It felt like several needles were stabbed into my heart as I felt hurt by her words.
If she really thought I would do anything to Ally she really didn’t know me at all.
“Do you really think I did?” I hissed back and watched as she flinched. It looked like she realized what affect her words had, but it was too late.
I felt oddly helpless as I didn’t know what to do with all the overwhelming emotions that was building within me.
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