Camila's PoV
My CRV screeched to a stop in front of ViewBelle. I turned off the ignition and made my way through swarming students, not caring who I bumped into along the way. I didn't know my way around the school, just from the entrance to the gym because of Austin's games or Madison's cheer competitions that Trixie dragged me too.
"Camila?" I heard a voice call my name and I turned around to find Austin playing nervously with his backpack straps. "What brings you here?"
"Certainly not you." I muttered and turned around to walk towards the locker room. I figured I'd start there for my search.
"Okay so you're still mad at me," Austin stepped up beside me and put his hand on my shoulder, "look, I'm sorry."
"Sorry? You're sorry? Do you even what you're sorry for?" I stopped and faced him. A few guys past us from Austin's team and I nodded at them as they said hi to me. "You humiliated my best friend in front of everyone at Johnny's, Austin. You humiliated Lauren and you humiliated me!"
He hung his head and sighed heavily. "I'm really am sorry Camila, I acted out of anger and I wasn't thinking."
"No, you weren't thinking," I whispered, "they may have forgiven you enough to talk to you but I'm not letting it go that easily. I know I'm to blame in all of this as well but I didn't fucking make it a spectacle. You couldn't even acknowledge Kyla's feelings in all of this." I pushed past him but he grabbed my wrist. "Let. Go."
"I want to make things right again Camila, I really do." Austin pleaded. "I want to be there with Kyla when she tells her parents, I want to be a part of that baby's life."
"Then grow up." I shook his arm away and continued walking down the hallway.
Camila Bitch Cabello, at your fucking service.
I hated being in bad moods.
A girl told me I could find Normani down the left wing hallway so I made my way down the unfamiliar area. Stopping at the large door, I peered inside and it seemed empty at first but then I noticed long dark hair walking past the door and towards her art easel. Her smock was covered in paint as well as her hands. I bit my lip and opened the door, surprising her.
"Cabello, wow," Normani grinned and wiped her hands on her smock, "this is a very pleasant surprise."
"Why'd you do it?" I ignored her purring voice and crossed my arms over my chest. "If you like me so much, why'd you try and hurt me?"
The look on her face was of complete confusion as she held up her hands in the air, stepping back from me. "I don't have any idea what you're talking about. Your girlfriend threw her beer at me, if anyone's hurt, it's me. I just bought that top."
I narrowed my eyes at her and wanted to grab her and throw her against the wall. But I couldn't. Something stopped me. "Don't play fucking dumb Kordei, I know it was you who squealed to my coach about Lauren and I."
"Whoa whoa!" Normani shook her head and frowned. "Why the hell would I do that?"
"You're telling me you don't have any clue what I'm talking about?" I asked, getting a little tired of being so upset. I sighed heavily and sat down on a stool.
"Like you said, I like you so why would I want to try and hurt you?" Normani softly spoke, looking out the large windows that lit up the whole art room. "About the other night," she clasped her hands together and her grey eyes caught mine, "I was drinking and stupid and I'm sorry I tried to kiss you."
I swallowed and stood up slowly. "Whatever," I sighed and made my way towards the door, "sorry for accusing you but uh, you understand why I did, right?"
"I guess." She smiled and shrugged. "Hey Mila?"
I froze. 'Mila' did not just come out of her mouth. I bit my lip, turned around and looked at her, raising my eyebrow in question. "What?"
"If you want me to back off, I will. Just," she sighed and ran her fingers through her hair, "say the word."
"You'd back off? Isn't making my life miserable part of your favourite past time?" I twitched slightly and she just smiled again.
"Well, I still get those famous Cabello body-checks right?" Normani grinned and I shook my head.
"No, you won't because I'm no longer playing for Southwood." I opened the door.
"Why?" Normani gasped.
"Because apparently they don't want people like me on the team," I turned around and faced her, "you know, gay?"
"Oh," Kordei frowned with concern, "well screw them, join up for the Mustangs, we'll kick ass in the tournament."
I leaned against the doorframe and couldn't help but smile at the thought. It wasn't going to happen though, I'd never leave Southwood. I'd never leave Lauren. I pushed myself off the doorframe and stepped out of the art room. "Oh and Normani?"
I watched as her eyes lit up at the softness of my voice. I swung my car keys around my finger and licked my lips. "I want one thing from you," my eyes flickered to hers.
"Anything," Normani stepped closer and I stepped back.
"Back off." I stood there in silence for a few seconds, watching her face fall, "if you care about me at all, just, leave me alone, okay?" I watched her frown but nod and I nodded back.
I walked away from her and even though it felt good to walk away from her, I couldn't help but feel a little bad – you know, because I basically accused her of something that had nothing to do with her at all.
I checked my watch and I had seven minutes to get to the hut. I was thankful it wasn't that far away. I made a dash through the strange school and to my vehicle, driving out of the vicinity quickly and towards the only woman that mattered to me.
The only woman that will ever matter to me.