Camila’s POV
Observing as Lauren’s smile dropped and her features freeze I immediately knew I had screwed up, badly. I would have done anything to reverse time and make my words unspoken.
Her body started to tremble and her eyes swum in anger. The stunning green eyes weren’t longer bright, but dark and impulsively I reached my hand out to touch her arm, in desperate need of some contact.
Naturally she flinched away and I could feel my heart tear up at the action,
“I’m sorry I just…There’s so many rumors going around, I don’t know what to believe.” I admitted and felt angry with myself for letting it go my head.
Lauren didn’t even look at me anymore, her eyes firmly directed passed me as I knew her mind was somewhere else.
“Lauren…” I called guiltily, “Please look at me.” I pleaded with my voice shaky with emotions, people around were watching but right now I couldn’t care less as I was only focusing on Lauren’s evasive gaze.
Her whole body tensed and when she finally looked at me a part of me wished she hadn’t. There was too much pain behind her eyes and I realized that I had hit a fairly sore point. I had no idea my accusation would elicit these emotions.
“I can’t believe you think that bad of me.” She barely whispered and my guilt grew as her tone carried such hurt.
“I don’t-” I defend but she quickly interrupts me shortly.
“Clearly you do! Otherwise it wouldn’t have taken you one rumor to jump straight to conclusion. I feel like such an idiot for believing you thought I was different.” Tears were swelling up in her eyes and the sight was truly heart-rending.
“No Lauren, I do think that…please.” I wanted to discard those thoughts because I did believe that. With my whole self I did, but I had let my own insecurities get in the way and now I was paying the consequences.
“If you think I am someone capable of doing that, you are not the person I thought you were.” Lauren gritted out and I failed to hold back a sob as it escaped and I watched her rush passed me.
I felt like all air had been punched out of me and I did not have the guts or strength to chase after her. Instead of give Lauren the benefit of the doubt I had literally made myself the crappiest person alive. Touching my cheeks I felt the wetness running down, which seemed to be a habit these last years, but this time I had only myself to thank.
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Lauren’s POV
Storming away from Camila I could feel the tears threatening to burst but I wouldn’t allow one single to fall. Instead I slipped into my car and placed my hands around the steering wheel tightly, my thoughts traveling relentlessly through my mind.
“Fuck!” I screamed and ended up slamming my fists down at the dashboard. What the fuck had happened? In one minute I was waiting happily on Camila to come out, but then I was hoping she never had.
I wasn’t aware of the tears streaming before several drops hit my lap. A loud knock sounded on my car window and I prepared myself for the possible fight that would come. I quickly shifted in my seat to greet the person as I was more than a little startled to see Ally standing on the other side.
Cautiously I rubbed at my cheeks and rolled down the window, avoiding direct eye-contact as I really didn’t want her to see what a mess I was.
“What you want?” I murmured sharply and I was back to being impolite.
Ally arched back and put her arms up in defense. Wow, well done Lauren.
“Relax Lauren, I’m coming in peace. I saw you running to your car and when you didn’t leave I wanted to check if you were alright.” She explained and I could hear the sincerity dripping from her voice, which made me feel ever worse for the way I acted.
“I’m sorry…” I apologized huskily, “I’ve just got a lot on my mind, but I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”
Ally nodded and I finally managed to meeting her eyes. Unlike others would in her position she wasn’t staring at me with pity or mocking me, she was simply looking worried about me and that was something I could endure.
I looked around, noticing the lack of cars on the parking lot. “Do you need a ride?” I surprised us both by asking and she curled her eyebrows, reasonably questioning my intentions.
“Are you sure?” She asked.
I nodded and leaned over to the passenger seat, opening the door from the inside I let her in. “Get in.” I ordered with a friendly smile and she returned it politely.
We drove in silence as Ally was nervously fidgeting with her fingers. I leaned my elbow on the car window, biting my fingernails while the other hand was attached to the steering wheel. Ally reminded me so much of Camila’s posture where she sat, her eyes glued to the ground as if I was dangerous to look at.
Eventually she spoke up, giving me the directions to her house and that seemed to spark the whole conversation as Ally continued, “what happened between you and Camila?”
I frowned, not knowing how to answer the question, “how do you know something happened?”
Ally smiled as I watched her from my seat, “I’m not an idiot, despite what your friends think.” Ally said and fragments of guilt grew in the pit of my stomach. “Don’t worry, I know you’re not anything like them.” She must have caught onto my discomfort as she proceeded with her first explanation. “It’s not hard to see that Camila care for you deeply, which means that if something is bothering you and Camila’s not around to comfort you it’s because it has something to do with her, am I right?”
I simply looked at her, sitting motionless in my seat. Ally was being blunt and I wasn’t ready to share it. No matter how nice Ally was she was still a stranger.
The unanswered question seemed to go her past as she turned her gaze out the window, staring as if there were something more interesting than the usual palms that weren’t exactly an unusual sight in Miami.
My thoughts subconsciously wandered between Camila and Ally and without warning I spoke up, “Why haven't you forgive her yet?” I wondered as it was clear that it wasn’t just Camila hurting.
Part of me thought Ally was going to tell me off or ignore me, but she remained calm in her seat. She thought it over for a moment before eventually decided on an answer, “I will.” She stated clearly and I leaned my head on my hand, supporting it up with my elbow against the side of the car.
If it only it was that simple.
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Camila’s POV
Being in my room alone was alright, but being in my room alone, knowing I could have been with Lauren was killing me. Usually I would have stayed on tumblr all day, but for some reason I liked to torture me it seemed. I was constantly checking up on Lauren’s twitter profile, but the page remained the same no matter how many times I refreshed.
For the last three hours I had tried to text her, call her, but to none of them I got a reply. I needed Lauren. There was this desperate need in me to make things right with her again, to make her smile and I had basically ruined any chance with her because I was being an immature little child who couldn’t let go off the past.
The big question was why I had to bring it up. I didn’t really believe it, I knew that now, but I had let my doubts get the better of me. Perhaps it wasn’t as much the doubts about her as the doubts about me. I wasn’t ready to let her in.
After all, it didn’t make any sense to me why she would even like me. I wasn’t extremely attractive and not very fun to be around as I mostly stayed on the computer or read, sometimes if you were lucky you’d catch me playing on my guitar.
I buried my face into my soaked pillow, I had to get her back. We had only known each other for such a small amount of time but I still felt an undeniable connection to her. I was completely smitten by the brunette, simply after spending one official date with her.
I realized that it wasn’t Lauren that had been so uncertain when it came to us. It was me that had been constantly worrying about what everyone else would think of us that I had completely forgotten that while people didn’t mind much what I did it was nothing compared to the way she was being scrutinized.
Abruptly my phone buzzed from the other side of my bed and with only one person in mind I jumped after it. My smile threatened to fade as I registered it wasn’t from Lauren, but there was another one soon replacing it as I spot who it was from.
Ally: I am sorry.
Three simple words made my heart leap and I sat up excited, writing a reply hurriedly.
Me: I am sorry too.
Ally: Rewind?
The proposal made me smile even wider and I held onto the phone tightly.
Me: Absolutely.
Ally: Good, go outside.
My eyes widened as I read her reply and let go of my phone as I rushed down the stairs and basically ripped open my front door. Ally standing there with a vivid smile and her arms wide open.
Ally: Rewind?
“Ally!” I squealed and before she could form a respond I ran into her embrace, crushing her with my arms hugging her.
“Mila.” Ally laughed, “I really- can’t breath.” She said and I refused to loosen up as I buried my face into her shoulder.
“I don’t care, I’ve missed you too much.” I confessed firmly.
“Well, I’ll have you know that I come with a peace offering, consisting of information about one certain girl.” Ally said suggestively and I immediately let go, staring at her curiously.
My heart beat faster at the thought of Lauren and I looked at her confused as she clucked, explaining, “Whatever you did really got to her. Turns out that you managed to melt the ice-queen.” She said and I slapped her.
She yelped and rubbed the spot, “I’ll ignore that for now, because I’ve something important to tell you.” She playfully glared and I crossed my arms, keeping my mouth shut to avoid any more disturbances.
Ally sighed, “get your lazy ass up from your bed and do something about it.” She ordered firmly.
“Geez…thank you Ally. Because it is that simple.” I rolled my eyes.
“It really is Mila, just talk to her and see what happens.” Ally advised and I nodded my head slowly, gulping as nerves started to build.
“I will even drive you.” She offered and I gave her a grateful smile before hugging her again, I and missed her more than I even realized.
“You are the best.” I told genuinely as we parted, walking to the car and getting in my pulse quickened as I watched us drive in direction of her house, which wasn’t more than fifteen minutes away.
Suddenly I was position outside her door, my heart threatening to burst in anticipation as I pushed the doorbell with a trembling finger.
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