Enough

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Camila had never noticed Lauren until she answered the professor's question that rainy day.

It was her glasses falling slightly, resting upon the lower part of the bridge of her nose... it was the way Camila could imagine demanding Lauren kept nothing but them on. It was natural these thoughts would drift into her head; she wasn't one for romance after all.

Lauren, on the other hand, hadn't noticed Camila.

It'd been a long summer's break for her, and unlike others, Lauren was ready to learn.

Suppose Lauren had noticed Camila, she would've caught every time Camila's circle of followers stared at her, through thick lashes and smirks, in the cafeteria. Maybe it all would've been avoided. Alas, the group's predatory gaze serves no purpose in this ending.

The two had yet to meet, although they'd been in each other's classes for years prior in high school. Graduation break was to blame, blossoming child-like figures into women and men ready for society in college. Had Camila noticed Lauren in senior year, she would've seen a smaller girl with braces and bad dress taste.

Because of the ripe breasts that puberty had sprung upon her, Lauren's bra no longer fit. This may have excited others however; she couldn't be less enthused. Boys had started taking an interest in Lauren. Had she not been a lesbian, this would be very thrilling. Nonetheless, she was flattered.

"Come by my house tonight." Someone spoke very much ordering instead of inviting.

"Excuse me?" Lauren turned, meeting Camila's eyes. She watched them as they hovered over her chest.

"Come by mine?" Camila tried again.

Camila was an attractive girl. If she didn't have the reputation that she did, Lauren mightn't've breathed before her answer. Instead, she did breathe, and with the breath, she remembered this fact. This wasn't any way to start a school year.

"Camila, right?" Lauren changed the subject; this took Camila by surprise.

"And you're Lauren."

"Isn't that better?" She challenged, "Now we've been acquainted."

Camila laughed. A warmth spread throughout, just like the girls before herself, Lauren was being seduced. This was Camila's way.

"Well, acquaintance," she was flirting, "swing by mine tonight, will you?"

"And what is so special at your house?"

"A party, surely you've seen the flyers?"

Lauren thought about the glance, she didn't bother retaking, at the neon flyers attached to the walls. Yes, she'd seen them. But no, she didn't care.

"I've seen them," Lauren answered, "I'm busy."

"It's compulsory," Camila explained, "it goes towards our GPA."

"Oh?"

"No Jauregui," She sighed, "But partying does help relax you, and relaxation leads to less stress which leads to..."

Did she expect Lauren to answer?

"What? A hangover?"

Again, Camila let out a laugh. Lauren was nervous her cheeks appeared flushed, and she felt hot.

"I meant better grades."

"I don't think drinking helps with grades."

"Here, let me send you the address and details," Camila extended her hand, awaiting Lauren's phone to land in her palm, "In case you change your mind?"