"Another Lip Lock?" my best friend, Normani, asked me from across the table where my other friends and I were seated. She knows how I hate my job. I don't even know why I do it. I guess you could say I'm selfless, but I really don't understand the whole point of doing it. If my ex Luis hadn't bragged that I was an amazing kisser six years ago, maybe I wouldn't be stuck filling this role.
"Yes! After Camila came Keaton Stromberg," we simultaneously rolled our eyes and scoffed, knowing of his massive crush on me, "Alexa," I pointed at Alexa, one of my best friends, who blushed at the awkward memory, "and I had to kiss Luis again even though he's been deemed a good kisser by not only me, but everyone. I swear, everyone in this school hates me." Vero let out an empathatic whimper, squeezing my shoulder because she knew how I felt. After I kissed Lucy, Vero and her started going out and everyone hated them, but soon it all died down.
"But hey, Camila is a good person to be around, and you said she was a good kisser, so she couldn't have been that bad." Ally said, patting my back gently, making me give her an honest smile. Despite her religion, she's happy for every couple in the school and doesn't judge me or anyone for a single thing. If there was a such thing as a great friend list, she'd most definitely be on top.
At the mention of Camila, my mind wanders back to this morning. Her lips were so soft, her responses quick and eager. If my Good Kisser list was numbered by favorite, there is no doubt that she's number one. But she did hesitate at first, which proved that I had given her her first kiss. I smile at the thought, content that I was the first one she did that with.
Wait, why am I thinking about her? In the past month, I've kissed 29 girls and 67 guys, and none of them had ever had this effect on me. Just imagine, I've been doing this Lip Locking shit since the sixth grade, how many people do you think I kiss a year?
Although I hate to admit it, Camila Cabello is something different.
•Camila•
I still wasn't able to get that kiss off of my mind. Although Marielle, Sandra, and Dinah have been bugging me about it all day, they weren't the reason why it was buried in my train of thought. My first kiss, although under awkward circumstances, was the best and anyone who comes after Lauren will have to go through being compared to her.
And after the kiss, Riley did ask me out after the crowd dispersed. Don't get me wrong, he's an amazing guy and not bad on the eyes, but I don't exactly swing that way. My friends say I'm pretty obvious about it, but it seems that no one else has caught on, including Riley.
I didn't know what to say to him, so I just waited until the second bell rang, said I'd get back to him on that, and ran away. I have Riley for six classes a day, and lunch, so it's pretty hard to avoid him, but I've sucessfully managed.
I don't know if I'm the only one who thinks this way, but I think that Lauren Jauregui is truly amazing. Don't gasp at me in indignation, because I did just call her by her given name and not her rather demeaning label The Lip Locker. I've always had a bit of a crush on her, but people are clueless nowadays, so apparently no one has noticed.
Lauren.. she's a selfless person who doesn't seem to be bothered by her job, and she does it without any fees, which points out that she isn't doing it for money. She's socially accepting of everyone, including the ones she's kissed. She has a secret key to happiness that everyone wants to tap into because, of course, happiness is an issue for everyone. She's also a charitable person outside of school and has the best relationship with her siblings, which makes me happy.
But, she's the indifferent kind of person when it comes to that specific level of love, and nothing hurts worse than indifference. Although she's an all around amazing person, she's broken so many hearts since the sixth grade that it's inevitable. People can just be blinded with adoration or lust and go for it, never second guessing the outcome. I know she's never met me, but sometimes I feel like chasing after her with a hopeful heart. But I, unlike most of the idiots in this school, know better than to chase after someone who doesn't want to be found.
She's just so pretty! is someone's normal reaction when this particularly happens. I've actually heard it being said on more than one occassion, a day. That statement is hard to deny because she's beautiful in more ways than one. Everyone in school has payed attention to that, and are either jealous of her or are in lust with her.
In lust with her is the new in love with her. Just saying.
"Mila, we know this is hard-"
"What, being kissed by my crush who'll want nothing to do with me? Sandra, this is torture! I've liked this girl way before her and Luis dated, and I know harboring feelings for this long isn't healthy. I just can't help it." I moaned, putting my head on my crossed arms.
"Lauren is something." Dinah muttered. Now that, dare I say it, is an understatement. Lauren is more than something. She's everything. She's nice, but sassy when needed. She's not the best at evey subject, but she's very eloquent and wise beyond her years. She's sexy and brooding at times, but you can see the vulnerability hiding in her eyes.
Speaking of vulnerability, she doesn't seem to enjoy her job.
Could it be that the unattainable, considerate, confident The Lip Locker is weak?
Although it's a possibility, I'm sure there's nothing that needs to be looked into.
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"Miss. Cabello, since you're so interested in you're reading, why don't you tell us how to do the problem I just taught?" Mr. Quinn asked me, startling me from my book that I was obviously too invested in to realize that class actually started. My mouth was open, and I looked to seek refuge from my peers, but they decided to snicker at me.
"Miss. Cabello," he began again, until a new voice chimed in.
"Actually, Mr. Quinn, you seemed to have miscalculated the problem. Again." We snapped our attention to the doorway and saw none other than Lauren Jauregui standing there, her confidence coming off in harsh waves. I couldn't handle it, so I looked at my book and wished to be sucked back into my happy place.
"The proper way to do this equation would be to multiply 4 and 12, then put in the cosine symbol. Not before, you'll just get a weird number. And voila, the answer would be.." Lauren began as she strutted down the isle and did the math in her head.
"3.912590. But, you can always check if I'm right, Darryl." she said, smirking at Mr. Quinn's shocked expression.
"Miss. Jauregui, when I said you could visit me whenever, I didn't say you could disrupt my class."
"Darryl, you love me." Lauren joked along, everyone amazed by the fact that she made the school's strictest teacher loosen up.
"Well, you were the only one who listened to me.." he joked. She smirked and looked at the class.
"If you don't understand this weirdo that you guys call a teacher, just get a tutor. The school has marvellous tutors who did wonders for me and helped me pass this very class." She said to us. She met my gaze and I looked down, pretending to read my book. I will admit, her presence in the classroom is probably why I've been stuck on the same word since she came in.
The bell finally rang and we jumped. I gathered my stuff and ran out the door. Once I made it to my locker, and stuffed my books inside, since the day was over. I gathered what I needed for homework, and just when I thought I'd avoided further awkward confrontations, I feel a presence beside me. I look next to me, and there she is, my long time crush Lauren Jauregui.
"Don't take Mr. Quinn seriously, he's not that good at math." She said, holding out her hands. I was confused, but she reached for some of my books. And I thought chivalry was dead.
"I not very keen on the subject of math." I said slowly, in an attempt to make sure I wasn't a stuttering mess. Lauren caught onto this and smiled unconvincingly. It was then I realized I started off my sentence wrong.
"I noticed, CabeYo. I can tutor you. Y'know, just in case." She said, her confidence slipping away. I smiled at this. Confident Lauren is the Lauren I like, but this shy Lauren is like a whole new world.
"In case of what?" I asked her curiously, shutting my locker in the process.
"You know, in case of SAT scores." she muttered, looking down at the books in her hands. Yep, Shy Lauren is my favorite Lauren.
"Well, since you brought up the tutor subject, I need some help with math. So," I began, getting a piece of paper from my notebook and writing down my home address, "you can come over at.. six and we can study. Never before that, I have something important to do at five." I told her.
"Sounds like a plan, I have to watch Una Maid En Manhattan, anyways-"
"That's what I'm watching!" I said, Lauren smiling.
"You know what? Come over at five," I told her, grabbing my books from her hands, "we'll watch it together." I said, waving goodbye to Lauren.
Woah, where did that sudden burst of confidence come from?
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Una Maid En Manhattan is a spanish novela (show) that is, if you put the pieces together, based off of the movie Maid In Manhattan. I absolutely love the show, and the movie, and I always like to have Lauren and Camila bond over things that aren't used in other fanfics because I'm a big fan of originality.
So, hope you liked the new chapter (:
~ InTheseWalls xo