Camila's POV
"I fucking hate Chem class," I heard Dinah mutter as I set my food tray down on the table. "Mila," Dinah called and I looked up at the blong girl to see her handing me her banana. She usually always picked that specific piece of fruit to give it to me so I could have two. That's real friendship.
"Thank you," I smiled and found Normani narrowing her eyes at me. Before I could say anything, I heard that raspy voice that sent shivers down my spine and a pair of lips brush against the shell of my ear.
"Hi," Lauren whispered sweetly and sat down next to me.
"Hi," I said back rather shyly even though I didn't want to. I couldn't help but notice how attractive she looked today. She had applied more make up than normal but it was a nice change. She rocked the smokey eye look better than anyone and the green of her eyes was more intense than ever. Her black hair fell in natural waves and framed her face perfectly. She had on a black close-fitting crop top and denim shorts. With her bomber jacket tied around her waist and her combat boots, she looked stunning. I must've been pretty obvious in my staring because I felt a tap on my arm after a while. I turned to see Dinah and Normani looking at me.
"Eat your food," Dinah smirked at me and I nodded dumbly. "And you and I need to have a conversation," Dinah told me and I furrowed my eyebrows.
"About what?"
"You know what," Dinah looked between me and the green-eyed girl sitting next to me and I realized what she was trying to tell me.
"I'm right here," Lauren chimed in with a chuckle.
"I don't care," Dinah shrugged, "I'm gonna talk about this with my friend whether you like it or not."
"First of all," Lauren started and I watched the interaction between the two girls interestedly and so did Normani. "You're my friend too and you haven't asked me anything–"
"That's Normani's job," Dinah interrupted and the dark-skinned girl lifted an eyebrow.
"Whatever, and second, what do you even want to talk about?" Lauren questioned but I was sure she had an idea, I did.
"I want to talk about the fact that you two," the Polynesian girl lowered her voice, "Totally did it and didn't tell us anything!" the taller one whispered and I was shocked to hear that she knew. We hadn't told them yet and I didn't know when we would, besides we had also been pretty lowkey so how could she have known?
I wanted to ask the question but Lauren spoke before I could. "Maybe because...that's not of your business," the black haired girl mocked and Dinah looked unimpressed.
"Well, we're friends with both of you and we think that we should–"
"Who is 'we'?" Normani asked out of the blue with a playful tone to her voice. "No offense to you both but I really don't want to know details," she chuckled and I was relieved to hear that she wasn't being overly curious like our other friend.
"God, whatever. I know Camila is going to tell me everything anyway."
Lauren looked at me now and I blushed. "Are you going to tell her anything?" she asked while her eyes burned into mine. They seemed to literally take my breath away and I could barely form a response but I decided not to disagree with her.
"No, I'm not," Lauren seemed happy with my answer and gave me a dazzling effortless smile before turning to Dinah with a I-told-you-so look on her face.
"Yeah right," Dinah scoffed and the argument ended there. We all at our food with mindless chat and banter. Everything was fine until I felt a hand on my thigh. I took in a sharp breath when I felt the long fingers grip me underneath the red skirt I was wearing. Her hand was incredibly warm and I could barely think straight when she was so close to my center. Maybe I was a bit on edge ever since we had even together two days ago, but how could I not when I was around her? I knew what she could make me feel now and I would be lying if I said I didn't want to do it again.
Her hand spread out and softly massaged the skin of my inner thigh. I saw the small grin on her face and I knew she was doing this with the sole purpose of torturing me because I couldn't do anything even if I wanted to. I tried to focus on eating my food but when she moved her fingers even closer, I had to reach out to stop her before she could do anything else. We were in the cafeteria for God's sake.
The smirk on her face was painfully evident when she decided to finish eating her lunch. The green-eyed kept her hand on my leg but further down and it was a relief not to have her so close to the now aching area between my legs. Her effect on me was ridiculous, one touch from her and I was a horny mess. I ignored the stares from my other two friends sitting across from me and tried to calm the red on my cheeks.
After our meal, the rest of the day went by smoothly. I had finished my classes and I supposed Lauren had as well because she was waiting for me by her car. I couldn't take my eyes off her as I approached her slowly to get a better look at the girl that had been on my mind all afternoon. She was leaning against her car with her arms crossed. Her bomber jacket was still around her waist but her toned legs were very much visible and I wasn't complaining. She placed her hands on my waist when I finally got close enough.
"Hi babe," she said huskily and the combination of the term of endearment and her low voice was enough to make me weak in the knees one more time that day.
"Hello," I bit my lip. God, I wanted to kiss her. I couldn't do anything though because we heard Lauren's name being called.
"Lauren!" the green-eyed turned around and dropped her hands from my waist. The girl was walking fast towards her but I had no idea who she was, only that she was in our year. I stood next to Lauren now and looked the girl up and down when she finally reached us. She had light skin and her hair was done beautifully in what I assumed to be natural curls. Her clothing was casual but she was clearly very gifted in the curves department. I brought my eyes back up to her face and her eyes were hypnotizing. The hazel orbs were focused on Lauren and I listened to their conversation.
"Hey," she told Lauren and smiled at me. I smiled back and watched the two of them talk, still slightly confused. "I can't do it tomorrow. Can we reschedule maybe? I already got my part like half done anyways," I looked over at Lauren and saw her nodding.
"Yeah, it's fine. When do you have time?" Lauren asked casually and I looked at the girl whose name I still didn't know.
"Thursday? After school?" she suggested and I saw Lauren nodding before the girl left us as quick as she had joined us.
"So...your place?" I heard the raspy voice whisper as she moved to stan in front of me, slightly pushing me against the car. I was still curious though, who was that and why was she hanging out with Lauren after school? And most importantly, why did she look like a freaking supermodel?
"Who was that?" I voiced my curiosity and pushed her back slightly.
"That's the girl I'm doing the group project with. I told you about it. History class?" I narrowed my eyes because that was the first time I was hearing that.
"No, you didn't tell me," I crossed my arms over my chest and Lauren seemed taken aback by my defensive posture.
"What? Yes I did?" she frowned and I shook my head.
"No, you didn't tell me anything. I didn't even know you had a group project to do in History," I told her.
"I thought I did..." she bit her lip and looked genuinely confused. "Um, anyway, that's my partner and she wanted to know when she can come over so we can keep working on it."
"You can't do it at school?" I blurted out before I could stop myself and saw Lauren's eyes widening i'm surprise. I couldn't help it, was I not allowed to feel at least a bit jealous after finding out they were making plans to work on a project after school? At her place? Was it even ok for me to feel jealous? Maybe I was overreacting but I needed to ask questions instead of mulling over it.
"We don't really have time at school. We work on it during History class but it's not nearly enough...is that not ok with you?" she asked seriously.
"What's her name?" I asked another question.
"Kenza," she answered without missing a beat. Lauren looked actually concerned. "You don't have to feel jealous if that's what's bothering you. We really only do what we have to do for school and that's it," she tried putting me more at ease but I was still reluctant. I didn't want her to know just how much it bothered me though. I had always been territorial, maybe I hadn't showed it much when it came to the green-eyed beauty but it was only because I had no reason to. Until now.
I huffed and rubbed at my eyes. My feelings were always hard to control specially in situations like these. My insecurities always got the better of me and it was so frustrating. Her fingers wrapped around my wrists and she pulled them away. "Let's go to your place. I miss you," she kissed my forehead and moved to open the door of her jeep.
"I'm right here. How can you miss me?" I stopped before entering the car.
"I always miss you," the girl shrugged and made my heart leap in my chest. Could she get any cuter? "Get in," she ushered me into the vehicle and got in shortly after me. We drove silently to my house but Lauren looked at me several times, probably to make sure that I wasn't upset.
I opened the door to my house and was greeted by mother immediately. "Hi, mija," she smiled at me before addressing Lauren while I closed the door. "Hi, Lauren. Are you two going to go to your room?"
I frowned, she had never asked me that before. "Yes. Why?" I asked.
"No reason. Keep the door open," my mother told me and I felt myself growing more and more nervous. This meant she knew. She knew about Lauren and I, otherwise she wouldn't have asked me that, right? My heart beat loudly in my chest as I glanced over at Lauren. She looked completely busted.
"Why?" I breathed.
"Because I'm telling you to. Isn't that a valid reason?" my mother asked and I knew better than to start an argument with her. I nodded and made my way upstairs with Lauren behind me.
"Shit," I sighed as soon as I entered the room. Lauren laid down on my bed and stretched. "How are you so chill about this?" I chuckled and the dark haired girl propped herself on her elbows to look at me. Just a minute ago she looked caught and now she was acting like nothing had happened.
"It's obvious that she knows. I'm not gonna be freaking out over it, it's not going to change anything. And it doesn't look like she's got a problem with it so why are you stressing out?" Lauren reasoned and I had to admit she was partly right. But she also wasn't thinking about what this could mean for her. Knowing my parents, in a few days she probably wouldn't even be allowed up in my room.
"I don't think you understand. My parents are like, really strict. I actually don't know how my mother let you up here. I mean, they never let me be alone with–" I stopped myself before I could say his name. I didn't know why I thought talking about him was a good idea but I was quick enough to shut my mouth.
"With Austin," Lauren concluded and I almost cringed. Leave it to me to make things awkward in the blink of an eye. Lauren exhaled deeply and sat up. "Listen, maybe they aren't going to be that extreme. You never know. Not to brag but your mom loves me and she knows I make you...she knows I have a positive impact on your mood," she tried her best to articulate her words and I grinned.
"She knows you make me happy," I helped her out and a grin formed on her lips.
"Yes, that's what I meant," I was suddenly pulled onto her lap and felt her hands caressing my thighs. The skin on skin contact was already making me crumble. "I like this skirt on you," Lauren husked into my ear and I shuddered.
"My parents," I warned and heard her huff even though she tried to mask it.
"You were right. This is bad."
"Of course I was right," I teased and pecked her soft lips.
"Don't get cocky now, babe," Lauren said and I bit my lip at the term of endearment she had used yet again.
"I like that," I whispered. Lauren reached for my bottom lip that was still trapped between my teeth and pulled the soft flesh. Her eyes glinted with lust and I could tell that she wanted to do more than she actually could.
"That drives me crazy. Don't do it," she ran her thumb across my lip and took a deep breath. "What I'd give right now to be alone with you," Lauren breathed and looked down at my legs that were still straddling her waist. "And just...make you feel good. Over and over again," she moved her lips back to my ear and nibbled on my earlobe.
"Stop," I said but the arousal clear in my voice betrayed my words.
"What if we just lock the door and make it real quick?" Lauren suggested before pulling away slightly to look at me. I really couldn't tell if she was being serious or not.
"I don't think so, Laur," I chuckled and shook my head before getting up from her lap.
We spent the rest of the afternoon cuddled up in my room since we couldn't do anything more. I was definitely frustrated with the situation and so was Lauren, but we'd make it work. Somehow. When the clock hit 8 PM, I walked Lauren downstairs. I would have liked her to stay over but my mother insisted that it was time for dinner and that Lauren would stay another day. We said our goodbyes and I left a quick kiss on her lips before I watched her drive off.
I sat down on the dining table next to my younger sister and prepared myself for the interrogation that I was sure I'd get from my parents. My father still hadn't made any comments but my mom must have told him because he was the first one to talk.
"So, is it true?" his deep voice sounded through the quiet dining room. I took a sip of my juice before sighing and rubbing my temples.
"What is?" my sister intruded. She received a look from my mother instead and opted not to ask any more questions.
"Karla?" my father called me by that hideous name he knew I hated.
"Yes?"
"Are you and Lauren friends?" I nodded because that wasn't necessarily untrue, we were friends. My father frowned and asked another question. "Are you more than friends?"
I looked at my father and my mother to try to at least predict how they would react but their faces were stoic. I gulped heavily. "Yes, I, um...I guess you could say that."
"You guess? So it's not serious?" my mother questioned out of the blue.
"No, that's not what I meant. We're just seeing where it goes, that's all," I explained awkwardly and felt my cheeks burning. It was embarrassing that I was almost eighteen years old and was being treated like a fifteen year old. They also did this to my sister even though she hadn't been in any serious relationships, she was only sixteen but my parents apparently liked to make their daughters uncomfortable with boyfriend talk, or in this case, girlfriend talk.
"Do you like her as more than a friend?" my father asked and I cringed slightly at his words but answered anyway.
"Yes."
"Don't take this the wrong way, mija, but since when are you gay?"
I knew that question was coming. It was so incredibly dumb and ignorant to ask that but my parents clearly weren't in touch with everything that happened nowadays. My sister rolled her eyes while my parents waited for me to respond.
"Being with a girl doesn't necessarily mean I'm gay. Clearly I'm attracted to both and I don't really see a need to label myself," I tried to tell them as calmly as I could so they would understand.
"If you like boys too why not just be with one?" the older man asked and I resisted the urge to facepalm myself.
"Because I like girls and boys. It's like...when you eat vegetables, does that mean you're a vegetarian? Not necessarily, it just means you like vegetables, but you also like meat. Does that make sense? Liking something doesn't mean you only like that specific thing," I tried to come up with an analogy because it seemed like it was the only way they'd understand. Surprise was evident on their faces as they both nodded slowly.
"That makes sense, I think," my father murmured and my mother concurred. I was dumb enough to think the conversation would end there.
"Well, I'm not going to tell you to be careful because obviously you can't get pregnant–"
"Oh my god, can we not have this conversation," I blurted out, interrupting my father. Telling them that I could very much get pregnant was definitely not an option. It would confuse them even more. Explaining them the concept of bisexuality was hard enough, I could only imagine what they would think about someone who's intersex. And it was also not my secret to tell.
"This conversation is necessary, Karla," my mother interjected with anger on her face. "It's not about the fact that it's a girl but the same rules apply–"
"Ok mom, I understand," I said quickly and they reluctantly let it go. I knew it most likely wouldn't be the end of it but it was for now.
"I hope you do," she warned and I nodded.
I was completely screwed.
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a/n: so camila got a man irl and i am so happy she's happy. it's a good time to remember you guys that these are characters and although you might ship them in real life, don't make her regret being public if she decides to like the last time. be happy for your fave if she's happy that's really all that should matter