FORGET YOU LAUREN

CHAPTER 8

Track 6: Tell Me Why (5:01)
Camila POV

"THE UMBRELLAS WAS A perfect example of something I'd sorely missed out on by being away from a college campus for so long. Set on the edge of Main Street, it was an indoor bar that served discounted drinks in rain-boot shaped glasses. Unlike on the ship, where I could only get two drinks a night—and only on certain days, the bartenders here weren't counting anything but money. As for the bar's namesake, the ceiling was comprised of colorful open umbrellas that hung high above the dance floor. That, and every table was carved into a perfect round, canopy shape.I was sitting in a "rainforest" booth for a second hour, listening to Greg complain about his ex-girlfriend. He had yet to buy me and Lauren the promised drinks, but several guys were sending me free ones every twenty minutes.To my surprise, women were sending Lauren free drinks as well, and she was completely unfazed by their attention. She smiled each time and raised her glass in their direction—turning away at the exact moment that they glared at me.What the hell?"You know something else I'm going to miss about my ex-girlfriend"Greg asked. "Even though she was crazy as hell, she gave me the best head of my life. Like, her deep throat game was amazing.""You're still talking about this?" Lauren laughed and sipped her beer. "Thank you so much for sharing the intimate details with us, Greg.""I mean, the things she could do with her tongue were out of this world." He was still talking. "I don't know if I'll ever find someone else with a special tongue like that.""I stifled a groan and pulled out my phone. Needing a distraction from Greg's words, I sent a mass text message to fifty phone numbers I'd saved from all my voyages.Me: Hey everyone! It's me, Camila Cabello from the SS World Odyssey/Semester at Sea! Just letting you know I'm back on campus, and I'd love to hang out again. Sea friends are friends forever, right?My phone buzzed in seconds with responses.555-6754: I think you have the wrong number...555-3216: Dude, I did Semester at Sea two and a half years ago. Don't remember you.555-0965: The 'Camila Cabello' who refused to go out with me? Fuck off.It didn't buzz again for hours."Hey, I have a question for you." Greg waved his hand in front of my face when Lauren stepped away. "How long have you and Lauren really been friends? Just tell me because Lauren has lied to me about this twice tonight already.""We've never been friends." I sipped my drink, refreshing my inbox. "We're enemies who've learned how to tolerate each other.""True enemies can't be cordial.""You can if you have to be," I said. "Aren't you trying to be cordial with your ex?""She blocked my number a few minutes ago." He tossed back the rest of his shot. "You want to help me find someone to sleep with tonight? That is, unless you're interested.""I'll help you when I get back," I laughed, standing up from the table. "I need to make sure I'm making the most out of my first on-campus drinking experience."I made my way over to the bar, and the bartender smiled, handing me a new orange drink and winking at me."Must feel nice being you tonight," a familiar voice on my left said."

I looked over and found myself face to face with Brody Huntington, the guy I had a crush on during my senior year of high school. I'd told Lauren back then that he was untrustworthy, but she never took my advice when it came to her "real friends."

"Wow." Brody looked me up and down, his green eyes gleaming under the dim lights. "You look different.""In a good way or a bad way?""A great way." He stared at my legs. "I didn't know you were back on campus. Did you have fun doing Semester at Sea?""Yeah, probably the same amount of fun that you and Lucy had fucking behind Lauren's back," I said. "Is she here with you tonight?"He sucked in a breath and his eyes turned to slits."Don't worry." I stepped back, needing to sit down again. "You never stood a chance with me anyway. I didn't like you when we were kids, and I damn sure don't like you now.""Fuck you, Canola." He pushed past me, and I grabbed onto the counter for balance. I collected myself for a few minutes before ordering another drink and returning to the booth.Greg was long gone—grinding against some girl on the dance floor, and Lauren was busy swiping his phone's screen every few seconds."Why do you keep doing that?" I asked her. "Is something wrong with your phone?""No, it's Tinder," she said. "Welcome back to the wonderful world of Wi-Fi.""Is Tinder the sex app?""I prefer the term hookup app.""If you're so popular on campus—supposedly, why do you need to go on a website to find a hookup?"She looked up at me, letting a slow smile cross her lips. "Because I'd prefer to sleep with someone I haven't slept with before.""Seriously?" I rolled my eyes, now remembering all the unnecessary details she gave me in her letters about her sex life during her freshman and sophomore semesters. "I almost forgot how much of a player you are.""Were," she said, correcting me. "I'm just trying to erase Lucy from my memory for good.""You didn't even love Lucy, though." I shrugged. "What's there to get over? And last time I checked, random sex does nothing for you. At least, that's what you used to write in your letters all the time."Shee looked at me for a few seconds, as if she was considering my words. Then she put her phone away. "Good point.""Speaking of sex," she said. "I meant what I said in my last letter to you. I think if you had less fictional sex with your book boyfriends, you wouldn't be such a hothead all the time. I think that's why it's so hard for you to stay in relationships or make friends.""First of all, book boyfriends are real," I said. "Second of all, I used to be a hothead when we were kids, but mostly because a certain neighbour of mine went out of her way to torture me every day. She has yet to apologize for making me hate my childhood.""You made me hate mine, too." She sipped her drink."Also, I have plenty of friends, Lauren." I smiled at the bartender who sent over a margarita. "They're all excited for me to be back on campus.""Then why can't you go live with one of them instead of me?"I didn't answer that. I leaned back and watched everyone on the dance floor."Wait a minute." I spotted a familiar face in a blue polo shirt. "Is that Jordan Hampton by the DJ booth?""Yeah. Why?""He's not sick anymore?""Anymore?" Lauren raised her eyebrow. "When was he sick the first time?""When we dated two voyages ago," I said, watching as he caressed a brunette's ass "He stopped writing because he found out he had stage four cancer, and he said that he wanted to spend his final days with his family and closest friends.""Lauren's lips curved into a smile. "Please tell me you're kidding.""I'm not." I kept my eyes on him, remembering how we'd bonded over our love of painting abstracts, how we'd wake up early in the morning and ride the exercise bikes around the top deck. "Out of all the guys I dated at sea, I liked him the most. He told me he had feelings for me, and he was the first guy friend I met who actually read romance.""I don't think I've ever seen him pick up a book for any of the classes we took together, so I highly doubt he read anything—let alone romance.""So, why would he say all that stuff to me, then?" I asked, feeling my skin heating. "Why would he lie about being sick? Or, wait. Maybe he got better and forgot to write me?"Lauren gave me a confused look and took my margarita from my hand. "Look, Camila. He's never been sick to my knowledge. He clearly just wanted to break up with you. Don't take it personal, and "don't get into your hothead mode over something like this. I'm not dealing with that shit in college.""I'm not a hothead anymore, Lauren." I reached for my drink, but she didn't give it back. "And like I've said before, I was only like that when you pissed me off."Jordan's eyes suddenly met mine from across the room and he looked as if he was going to rush away, but I stood to my feet and stormed right over."Oh...Hey there, Camila." He smiled uneasily. "I thought you were doing all four years on the SS World Odyssey.""I chose not to renew for the final year." I crossed my arms, glaring at him."Well, good for you," he said. "You look really good tonight.""Yeah? Well, so do you. You look pretty damn great for someone who supposedly died.""What can I say?" He smiled. "It's a miracle.""I believed you, Jordan," I said, raising my voice. "Why would you lie to me about something like that?""Okay, look, Camila don't take this personally but..." He sighed, running his hand through his hair. "You're a nice girl and all, like really nice, but...""But what?""I was trying to fuck and you weren't, okay?" He placed his hands on my shoulders. "That's it. You were talking about a long-term relationship after we'd only dated for two months, and we hadn't even fucked once. I liked you, but not enough to keep writing you letters and shit like we were in a long-distance relationship.""You did write me a letter. One.""Well, I'm honestly shocked I wrote that." He laughed."It was the one where you clearly lied about having a life-threatening disease!" I pushed his hands away. "Thank you for finally being honest, but just so you know, I would've fucked you eventually!"Everyone in the bar suddenly became quiet, and the DJ turned down the music.""I'm very sorry, Camila" he said, lowering his voice. "I shouldn't have lied to you.""No, you shouldn't have. You should've said, I'm an asshole and the only reason I joined this program is because I want to fuck!" I felt someone grabbing my hand from behind, someone trying to tug me away from him, but I jerked it back. "Like, do you know how many times I prayed for you! Are you really that much of a coward that you couldn't break up with me like a normal person?""I didn't want to hurt your feelings." He looked around, noticing that other people were watching us. "You're the type who wanted something serious, and I didn't. I mean, let's be real, Cam. We wouldn't have been able to keep up with each other via social media, and the email service only worked every now and then. Did you really think we would last once my semester on the ship was over?""You told me that you read romance books," I said. "Was that part true, or was that a lie too?"He sighed and shook his head, and before I could get my next word out, I was being lifted up "and tossed over someone's shoulder. Lauren's shoulder.Undeterred and still feeling some type of way, I shouted, "I hope you get the help you need for that flesh-disease on your cock, Jordan Hampton! Sorry we didn't quite work out, but I'll keep you in my prayers!"He glared at me as I was carried away, and the second I was outside, I heard everyone inside laughing. The DJ turned the music right back up."Ladies and gentlemen," the DJ said, laughing. "I guess this is a perfect time to play you my new Days of Our Lives mix."Lauren carried me to her car and opened the passenger door, setting me right on the seat. She buckled my seatbelt and placed the child safety lock on the door before sliding behind the wheel.She shook her head as she pulled off onto the street, and as we approached a red light, she looked over at me. "So, what were you saying about not being a hothead anymore?""I was saying that I hate when people lie to me." I looked at her. "I really liked him.""You like every guy you date, Camila," she said. "You're so in love with the idea of being in love that you'll fall for damn near anyone.""That's not true," I said. "What do you know about dating anyway? Every girl you've ever dated is the product of a drunken one night stand or you wanting someone to sleep with for the summer.""We're not talking about me right now.""We should be," I said. "Who are you to give me any type of advice on my love life?""You'd have to have a love life for me to help you with it." She rolled her eyes, slowing at a stop sign. "I'm just pointing out the fucking obvious.""Can we stop talking now?" I asked. "I think we've used up all our cordial conversation points for the week, and I just want to get back to my room."She clenched her jaw, but she didn't say anything else. ""I spent the rest of the ride staring out the window, more upset with her than Jordan Hampton. Even after we'd spent years apart, she was still so damn arrogant, and she honestly thought she knew me."