Trying to find these stories (hate the player) (Love the game) Camren fanfic

Chapter 3. Part 1

Lauren checks the time as she jogs up the stairs to the canteen building, pleased that's she's going to make it in time for breakfast.
For some reason, getting to sleep had been a bit of an issue for her last night, and she ended up tossing and turning till the wee hours of the morning.
She doesn't feel too sleepy, though, and she joins the short queue fairly cheerfully.
She grabs an apple and some cereal as well as a coffee the size of her head and waits patiently for her turn to get to the cashier when she hears an angry growl coming from the second queue.
Looking over to her left, she spies Camila, looking dishevelled and grouchy, frantically patting her pockets.
The server is waiting with her hand extended, and her eyebrows are raised.
Lauren watches for a moment, taking in the fact that Camila doesn't have a bag with her, and her skin tight jeans don't exactly leave many places to hide a wallet, and then slides out of her queue with a murmured apology.
She digs out her student card and passes it over to the server, who is now irritably telling Camila she has to put her tray down and leave if she doesn't have her card with her.
" put them both on mine." Camila jumps, glares at her, and then signs.
It warms something in Lauren's stomach. "Thanks." She looks like shit, and Lauren can't help smirking as she takes in the plate that Camila has selected. Bacon, sausages, fried bread, eggs, and more bacon. It looks like a heart attack on a plate to Lauren.
The server swipes her card and hands it back, muttering about idiot students, and Lauren gives her a cherubic grin. "You have a great day too! Thanks" before heading into the hall. Camila stumbles after her, clearly half asleep, and to Lauren's mid surprise, follows her to a table. "Must've left my wallet in my room.
"Lauren looks her up and down, taking in her black jeans and hooded university sweater.
"You're wearing the same outfit you wore yesterday," she points out dryly.
Camila glares at her and tears off a mouthful of sausage, speaking through.
It's gross but oddly fascinating. " or someone else's room, whatever."
Lauren had a mouthful of apple juice, so can't reply straight away, and then her attention is taken by an awkward looking dude hovering at the side of the table.
Camila looks up, furrowing her brows. " can we help you?" "Are you uh, he looks down at the card in his hand, "Camila Cabello?" His mouth works nervously under the weight of the glare he's receiving. "Who's asking?" Camila eyes him and deliberately spears her sausage through the middle, maintaining eye contact.
The boy flinches. "Uh, I just... found your wallet, I think?" He brunt's out, and Camila blinks, surprised, then hold out her hand. He passes over a black leather billfold, and then, as an afterthought, the student card he was holding, she nods and pushes the card back into place In her wallet, checking the cash section and then raising a brow at him.
"Was there something else?" He dithers, then turns on his heel, practically running away, and Lauren lets out a snort.
Camila looks at her inquiringly. "Well, you could have said thank you."
Lauren toys with her apple, and Camila's eyes flicker down to her fingers.
"Nah." She doesn't elaborate, and Camila looks at her, feeling a kind of fond amusement.
Camila scowls at the scrutiny and drains her coffee. "Here." She pulls ten bucks out of her wallet, shoving it towards Lauren, who looks at it for a moment and then gives her a grin.
"That's okay. I don't mind buying a cute girl breakfast."
Her heart skips at her own audacity, but she gets to her feet before Camila can respond.
"See ya around." She determinedly doesn't look back until she's almost out of the door, only to see that Camila has already gone.
It's a beautiful day, sunlight dripping over everything, and the air is clear and crisp in her throat.
She finishes her apple as she saunters over to the electronic building, mind turning over the problems she has to work on today.
Her thesis project is due in six months, and she's the only student she knows of working on something solo.
She had to get special permission from control to work alone, but Lauren's never been much of a team player.
Today is Saturday, and the labs will be packed of 3rd and 4th years working towards their deadlines, which is why Lauren is up so early.
She takes a moment to wonder why Camila. Cabello, as she knows now, would be up so early and then remembers the girl's heaped plate with a grin. Maybe she just needed a huge amount of meat to start the day... ew. Lauren shakes her head to rid herself of the unwelcome image of Camila writhing on top of a guy and swipes her card at the building entrance.
The lab is, as she predicted, already bustling, but she spies a dark head she recognizes Ned to an opened terminal and moochers over.
The guy looks up at her and grins, "Morning, Lauren." "Hey, Ethan." She slings her backpack on the chair and fishes out her laptop, then shrugs off her coat and settles down to work.
They get on with their separate projects for a few hours, until Lauren feels hunger nagging at her.
She pokes Ethan in the arm, drawing his attention away from the reams of PHP on his screen, and he blinks, taking his headphones off and looking at her in question.
"Lunch?" She's already locking her terminal as she asks, and he glances back at his screen before nodding, typing a few final pieces and also securing his work.
The terminals only stay locked for forty-five minutes, so they go to the nearest cafe and settle down with sandwiches, talking code for a bit before Ethan points out the window.
"Hey, I think that girl is waving at you." Lauren twists in her seat, and sure enough, Dinah is standing outside the glass grinning.
Lauren grins at her, and Dinah points to her watch, then shows nine fingers, then mines drinking. Lauren translates 'drinking at 9' and blinks, surprised.
But everyone last night had seemed pretty nice, and Jason was a fascinating guy to talk to, so she shrugs and nods, Dinah holds her mobile phone up with a question on her face, and Lauren can't help but laugh, grabs her own and types her own number out, holding it to the window.
A few seconds later, her phone buzzes with a new text. // now you can never escape. Come to 17B, park wood at 9ish. Dinah// she saves the number and replies. //fine with me.// Dinah winks at her through the window and saunters off, long legs eating up the ground, and Ethan grabs her attention by clearing his throat.
"She seems nice." Lauren blinks, showing her phone back into her pocket. "I guess we just met last night. She's friends with Jason, the AI guy, and a bunch of soccer players." Ethan shrugs and returns to his sandwich, polishing off the last scraps.
"I'm glad you're talking to more people than just us code monkeys," he gets on his feet, pointing to the time. With a sigh, Lauren wraps up her unfinished sandwich and pops it in her bag, following his example, and they had back to the lap to finish up. Camila grumbles as she rummages through the fridge.
She's still feeling a little rough around the edges, but it seems like the protein in case machine (names of the soccer team) has all been eaten by one of her awful housemates.
She could have sworn she had a packet of deli ham jammed at the back of her shelf, but no such luck. By her feet, bear whines, and she quirks an eyebrow at him.
"I feel ya, boy. But there's nothing here for us. Shall we go to the store?" Bear wags his tail excitedly and runs off to pick up his leash, prodding a smile out of Camila. She's really only in the shared house thing for the dog, but bear is a good dog.
Technically he's Jason's service dog, but they pretty much share ownership.
The only person home right now is Normani, sprawled out on the sofa in pink sweatpants, watching some cooking some show that is the reason Camila is suddenly starving.
Her hangover has mostly receded, which she attributes solely to the fact she managed to roll out of bed in time for breakfast.
Her thoughts drift back to Lauren as she hooks, bears leash onto his collar.
Even though she's wearing the same jeans and hoodie as she was last night, the reason is actually innocent.
Too hungover to figure out what to wear, she just pulled the same things off the floor, with a clean shirt and undies.
Camila has no idea why she deliberately led Lauren to believe she slept over at someone's place.
She doesn't even do sleepovers if she did fuck someone, and last night was all dancing with the girls, no picking strangers.
But when Lauren jumped to conclusions, Camila rolled with it for some reason.