The Nights ✘ Camren

eight

*camila's pov*

"Well, they're one of the only people I feel like I can talk to, without them judging me," I say.

"Judging you? What for?"

"Everyone thinks I have this perfect life. I'm the head cheerleader, I'm popular, I was dating the Quarterback. But, in reality, I'm nothing like the person I am at school," I explain.

"So, what are you like? Who is the real Camila?" she asks, resting back on her arms.

"You really want to know?"

"Well, if you say you're different. Who knows? Maybe I'll like the real Camila," she says.

"I'm really weird. Like, really weird. I love messing around, and just being myself. But when I go to school, I feel like I have to protect myself from everyone," I admit.

"I just want people to see the real me, but I'm scared that people won't like that person."

"So, why are you telling me about it? I thought you hated me," Lauren says, playing with the slice of pizza in front of her.

"I don't like you? No, that's definitely not true. Although, I wouldn't be surprised if you hated me," I say, dropping my gaze to the pizza box.

"You'd be surprised," she whispered to herself, but I just managed to hear her.

"Surprised about what?" I ask, curiously.

"Oh, I... um... nothing," she stuttered.

"No, come on. Tell me."

"It's nothing," she insisted. I decide to let it go. I don't really like fighting with her, and I have a feeling that pushing it could start one.

We spoke for hours. About everything. Well... almost everything. She wouldn't tell me anything about her past, almost as if she was ashamed of it. But, the more I spoke to her, and the more I knew about her, the more I knew was falling for her.

Things would be so much easier if I wasn't hiding the truth. I would be able to tell her, but I'm scared how she'll react.

I checked my phone. 1:03am. I don't want to sleep yet, all I want to do is talk to her. I turn my phone off, and I meet her eyes.

"So, you like any of the girls at school?" I ask.

Her face turns red, and she lays back. Her hoodie lifting just over the waistband of her sweatpants. I notice a small mark on her waist, almost like a scar.

"Hmm..." she hums, bringing me out of my thoughts.

"You really have to think about it? You must not like her too much," I giggle, and she does too.

"Oh, no, I definitely like her. I just don't exactly know how to deal with it," she says, staring at my ceiling.

"Well, tell me about her," I say, tapping her leg.

She sits up, giving me a look.

"What?" I ask.

"You want to know about the girl I like?"

"Of course, maybe I can help you win her heart," I joked. She giggled slightly, and then shifted in her spot.

"Okay. Well, she's easily the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. She has this smile that is just infectious. Everytime she smiles, I can't help but smile. She has brown eyes, but they're not like everyone else's. They're so easy to get lost in, so I have to be careful when I'm talking to her, or I'll just zone out and stare at her," she giggles.

As much as I hated to say it, Lauren really liked this other girl. Even though it wasn't me, she still brought a light to her life. She seemed happy when she was talking about her. Genuinely happy.

"Tell her."

"What, no," she laughs.

"Why not? If someone said that about me, I would fall in love right then and there," I say, waving my arms around to make a point.

"She won't like me back."

"How do you know that?" I ask, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Because, she's straight," she shrugs.

"No, no, no. I'm not taking that as an answer. I thought you were straight, turns out I was wrong. Who knows, you could be wrong too," I say.

"Yeah, you're right."

"Of course I'm right," I laugh, flipping my hair.

"I need your number," she says quickly.

"Sure, but why?" I say, gesturing for her to hand me her phone. She grabs it out of her pocket and gives it to me.

"You give good advice," she smiles, taking her phone back. She changes my name to 'Camz' and saves the contact.

"Do you mind if I go and grab a glass of water?" she asks.

"Go for it," I smile.

She runs down the stairs, towards the kitchen. I grab some extra pillows and throw them on my bed, along with a blanket and some movie choices.

My phone buzzes, and a message from an unknown number pops up. I grab my phone and quickly open it.

Unknown Number: I like you

My eyes widen. Did she just?

I run downstairs, and the kitchen is empty. I look to the front door as it closes. I walk to the front door, and open it, seeing Lauren walking down the pathway.

"Lauren!" I yell to her. She turns around, and a blush rises to her cheeks.

"Um... yeah?" she says, scratching the back of her neck.

Instead of answering her, I run towards her and wrap my arms around her neck. After a few seconds, her arms wrap around my waist. I pull back slightly and look up to her.

My eyes drop to her lips, and her eyes drop to mine. She's so close, I can feel her breath on my lips.

"Hi," I say, smiling at her.

"Hey," she answers back, her smile as wide as mine.

"Come with me," I whisper to her, grabbing her hand. I guide her back into the house, and up the stairs. We make it back to my room, and I pull her back to me.

Her hands fall to my waist, as I pull her closer. Before I gave myself a chance to even think about backing out, I press my lips against hers, bringing my hand up to pull her even closer.

The kiss turns from slow, to heated quickly. I pull back for air, and she leans hear forehead against mine.

"I like you too," I smile, as she leans in again. She grips my hoodie as I push her back onto my bed, making me fall with her.