Lauren's POV
I do the finishing touches on my makeup right as my phone starts to ring. I put all of my makeup away and finally answer the phone. "Hi!" I smiled.
"Hi, I'm outside."
"I'll be right out," I said.
"See you."
I hang up the phone and frown at the tone of Camila's voice. I shake my head and grab my bag. Down on the ground floor, I walk out of the elevator and see Camila get out of her car.
She opens the passenger door for me as she helps me in. Camila closes the door behind me, walks around her car, and enters the driver's side.
"Is everything okay? We don't have to go out if you're not up for it," I said.
"I am..." She grips the steering wheel, her knuckles turning white. Camila lets out a sigh and runs a hand over her face. "I'm sorry... I've just had a really bad day," She says.
"I would ask if you want to talk about it but we don't know each other at all yet," I fiddle with my fingers.
"That's a good idea. I'm not one to share what happens in my life with someone I barely know," Camila starts to drive.
"Where are we going?" I change the subject.
"This new Mexican restaurant," Camila answers.
"Mhmm, I barely eat Mexican food," I said.
"Why?" Camila questions.
"Ever since..." I shake my head, "Never mind."
Camila glances at me then back at the road, not saying a single word. Who is she to question me when she's the one keeping a lot of secrets.
Camila's POV
At the Mexican restaurant, I scan the menu as the waitress walks over to us. I set the menu down and the waitress fixes her hair.
"Are you ready to order?" She bats her eyelashes at me.
I clear my throat and scratch the back of my neck awkwardly. "I'll take the enchiladas with fried rice and beans," I ordered.
"Of course, and you?" The waitress asks Lauren with less interest.
"The tamales with cooked vegetables," Lauren answers, rolling her eyes.
"I'll be back with your orders," The waitress says but her eyes are on me.
"She wants you," Lauren says once the waitress left.
"I know but I don't want her," I said.
"She's hot, admit it," Lauren says.
"Yes but," I reach over and gently take her hand in mine, "I found an even hotter Latina."
Lauren blushes and whispers my name, "Camila."
I let go of her hand and take a sip from my coke. My leg starts to shake under the table as I feel Lauren eye me but I keep my gaze on the ice cubes floating in my drink.
After about 10 minutes of waiting, I see a plate get placed down in front of me. I look up to see the waitress smiling at me as she hands Lauren her plate without even looking at her.
"Uh thank you..." I spoke with no emotion.
"Your welcome," She smiles flirtatiously then walks away.
I let out a sigh as I grab my silverware so I can start to eat. "I wish I could just be invincible," I mumbled.
"Blame your parents for making such an attractive child," Lauren says.
My body tenses up at the mention of my parents as I hold back tears and the anger towards Lauren that I want to unleash.
"Did I mention something wrong?" Lauren frowns at me.
"Can we just eat and please don't mention my parents," I said.
"Okay, anything to not make you uncomfortable," Lauren says.
Lauren's POV
I set my fork down on my empty plate as I finish the last of my soda. "Mexican food is just as delicious as I remember," I said.
"Yeah, it makes me feel at home. My actual home," Camila says.
The waitress comes over and sets the check down. "Here's the check for your food but yours is on the house," The waitress says towards Camila.
"No thank you, I'll play for both of our meals," Camila takes out her credit card and hands it to the waitress.
The waitress takes it with a scowl and walks away. She comes back, hands Camila her credit card back, and walks away.
"She looks butthurt," I giggle softly.
"Yeah well I don't give two fucks," Camila smiles at me.
"Hi, ma'am, this is for you," A waiter sets down a plate with a piece of flan in front of me.
"From who?" I asked, knitting my eyebrows with confusion.
"That sir sitting over there," The waiter points over to a guy.
My eyes follow towards where the waiter pointed and anger immediately boils up inside of me. I take a deep breath and look back at Camila. "Can you give me a minute?" I ask.
"Of course," Camila nods.
I stand up and walk over to the boy that sent me the flan. "What the fuck were you thinking sending me dessert?" I sit across from the boy.
