Lauren's PoV
"No way, you cannot wear that!" Vero gasped as she looked at me through the reflection of my bedroom mirror. I frowned and looked down at Camila's ripped jeans and my tight black buttoned up shirt.
I was smoking hot.
"Whatever Vero," I sighed and laughed. "You're just jealous that I'm back and you're worried I'll steal your limelight."
Vero huffed and threw me a different top. "I'm wearing black, you can't wear that."
"That's too bad, because I am." I shrugged and smirked at her through the mirror. After our last encounter over Christmas, emails were sent very few in between now and then. I finished applying my lipstick and eyeliner before turning around to face Vero. "So, who's going to be at this party?"
"Everyone." She grinned and bounced on my bed. "Laura will be there. She has a new girlfriend or something that she's dying to show off."
I nodded. "Cool."
"It'll be awesome," she continued, "like things were before you left."
I highly doubted that. I was only going so I could stay away from my parents. I needed to escape and breathe. Camila called me the night before telling me she was in Alberta and that she would be in Vancouver for a few games. I was excited that she was in the same Province as me but I wasn't even sure where in Vancouver she was. It wasn't like it was a small place. That alone made me hurt because I wanted so much to hold her.
Three days without my Camila so far and I was miserable. I figured I'd go out with Vero and Alexa, let loose and just have fun. Or try.
"Ready to go?" I asked as I turned off the lights in my room before descending down the large marble stairs of my home. I missed the soft carpeted one that I felt beneath my feet back at my Aunt and Uncle's – or the hard wooden stairs from Camila's.
"We just need to make a quick stop," Vero smiled at me and we spun out of the driveway.
I found myself in my ex's driveway and rolled my eyes. "I already said goodbye to her, does she know I'm coming to this stupid party?"
"Stupid?" Vero scowled and blew the horn once again. "This isn't a stupid party Lauren, it's the biggest one that's being thrown since the beginning of the school year. You remember that one right? You were caught with your hand down Justine's pan-"
"Shut up." I snapped my head forward and tightened my jaw. I hated to be reminded of who I was. "I'm not her anymore."
"Please," Vero laughed, "you're not until you are. I think Justine has a soft spot for you. You whispered all those promises in her ear that night and now she's caught up in them, along with half the girls on the lacrosse team," I could feel her looking at me through the corner of my eye, "at least you'll have your pick of the ladies tonight."
"I'm not interested." I said simply and waved my hand. "I'm happily with Camila, remember?"
"Right," Vero laughed, "she's out right now held up in a hotel room with that chick you emailed me about, you think they're really just friends?" She shook her and chuckled as if she were scolding me. "If that chick is anything like you, like you said, she's got Camila in the bag."
"Would you just shut the fuck up?" I yelled and leaned against the door window. "I know Camila. She'd never do that too me."
"Whatever," she shrugged. I tried to remind myself why I was friends with her in the first place. She angered me and I was starting to really wonder why I was going out to a party in the first place. Sure I wanted to get away, but I could've just went out by myself to a coffee shop or something.
"Lauren?!" Ally hopped in the back of the car and hugged me from behind. "Are you back for good? No one told me!"
"I'm just here for a few more days," I sighed. "Wish I could go back tomorrow."
Vero laughed and made her way towards the direction of the house party.
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Camila's PoV
"Are you sure you wanna go out?" Kordei stood in the doorway of my hotel room. Luckily I had my own room the whole trip so I didn't have to worry about upsetting my girlfriend while I was apart from her.
"Of course," I smiled and finished folding a pair of jeans and my extra jersey in my overnight bag.
"Did you want company?" She stepped a little more into my room and traced the wallpaper with her fingers.
"No, I'm good on my own with this one." I shrugged and made sure I had my hotel key in my bag. "We don't have practice until tomorrow afternoon, I'll be back by lunch." I closed the door behind us and made my way out of the hotel.
I was nervous. I stood outside the hotel with my hands stuffed in my pockets. It was nice out, the clouds looked like they were about dump snow, but I didn't mind. I pulled the crumpled paper out of my pocket and studied the address again.
23 Morrow Avenue.
A cab pulled up to the curb and I hopped in. I repeated the address to the guy and he asked if I was sure, that it was at least a twenty-five minute drive.
I was sure.
I watched as the city lights passed by me and then it started to get darker, fewer lights. It felt like we were driving forever until he stopped in front of a large house. I swallowed.
"Oh shit," I breathed. All of a sudden my big tough butchy Camila Cabello bravery went flying out the fucking window.
So Lauren knew I was in Vancouver. What she didn't know was I snagged the address from my trusty buddy Austin and managed to talk the Coach into letting me go on a little detour if my parents gave me permission.
Mom and Dad were awesome about it. They knew I'd be a complete wreck if I couldn't see Lauren, knowing she was so close to me. So they agreed, just as long as I didn't mess up my game. Which, you know, I wouldn't.
But now that I was standing in front of a freaking mansion, my heart was racing and you know, Lauren mentioned her parents had money, but I never knew how much money. Something Lauren never bragged about and that made me fall deeper in love with her.
I braced myself and made my way up the pathway that was lit up. I noticed a few cars in the driveway, one being a black '71 Mach 1. What? I dated a guy remember? Austin loved his classic cars and for that matter, so did Lauren. Try being in the same room with them watching Gone In 60 Seconds.
Seriously.
I heard music and laughter come from the other end and bit my lip. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea. Maybe I should've called her first. What if her parents were throwing a fancy dinner party and I was about to crash it? I looked down at Lauren's black jeans and my white sweater.
I just spent an insane amount of my food money on a cab fare, I'd be damned if I let it go to waste. Plus, if I got to see my girl, even if it was for a few minutes, that'd be enough for me. I reached over and rang the door bell.
I listened as the music quietened down and footsteps approached the large oak door. I played with my bag nervously. A blonde opened the door and gave me the once over. "Are you lost?" She asked.
"Um," I looked at the number on the door, "nope. This is the house I'm looking for," I waved the piece of paper in my hand and she grabbed it.
She looked at me again and bit her lip. If she were a little taller, we could've passed as sisters, almost. "Is there someone you're looking for?"
"I'm sorry, who are you?" I shook my head and started to get a little antsy. Where was Lauren?
I heard that husky laugh ring from inside and immediately my heart sped up. Her voice was getting closer. "Why are you letting all the cold air in, who is it?"
And then emerald met brown.
Lauren had the biggest grin on her face as she ran outside in her bare feet, there was still snow on the ground, and immediately wrapped her legs around my waist, burying her face in my neck. I could smell the hint of alcohol on her breath but didn't care, as long as she was happy to see me. "Oh my god!" She pulled back and I managed to keep my balance while holding her weight successfully. "How'd you get here?"
"Cab." I shrugged and smiled as she gave me the biggest grin. She kissed me so damn hard that I almost fell backwards.
Again, I wasn't complaining.
"Lo," I pulled back, ignoring her protest and looked over at the blonde, who stared at us in shock or amusement, I wasn't sure yet, "let's get you inside. It's not summer time and you have no shoes on."
I realized she was wearing my favourite ripped jeans and a very short tank top that barely covered her chest. Damn she was fine.
The blonde shut the door behind us and Lauren slid off my waist but continued to hold me with her hands behind my neck. "Am I dreaming?" She whispered and I chuckled.
"No," I put down my bag and noticed a few more pairs of eyes looking at me, "I didn't mean to interrupt anything."
"Please," a brunette approached me and looked me up and down, with a look I really couldn't tell what it was, "the party was just getting started. We were just about to play spin the bottle. Lauren used to love that game."
That's when it seemed like Lauren sobered up and shook her head vigorously. "No, we weren't going to play spin the bottle, they were going to play spin the bottle and I was going to head to bed."
"Come on," the brunette laughed, "really Dirty J, your girlfriend is nowhere in sight, for the last time, what she doesn't know will not hurt her."
Clearly she didn't know I was the girlfriend.