Chapter 11

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Lauren's POV

"Anybody home?" I yelled, walking through the bedroom's corridor.

"Lauren! Come back here and stop procrastinating!" I heard Camila's squeaked voice from downstairs.

"Procrastinating?" I chuckled as I walked down the stairs. She was standing there with her arms crossed and her foot tapping on the floor, trying to look scary but failing. "It's cute that you think you can actually scare me." I said taking her hand and going to the tv room. We sat on the couch and she cocked one eyebrow, waiting me to say something. I grabbed her shirt and pulled her body closer to mine. I tilted my head so my lips could touch hers. At first she kissed me back, moving her lips in sync with mine but then she placed her hands on my shoulders and pushed away, crossing her arms again.

"Lauren... keep your lips away from mine for a second and explain what's happening."

"But I like kissing you." I said pouting like a little kid and leaning in again. She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me away once more.

"Stop flirting for a minute, will ya?" She said and I nodded. "Good, now spill."

Okay. I know what I'm doing is not wrong or anything but I'm pretty sure Camila won't understand. She is going to say "Don't worry" or "We shouldn't keep this as a secret." or "lets just tell your friends" because that was so Camila. She was naive and thought that everything was simple and easy to deal with.

"I don't want people to know about you and me."

She backed away when she heard that. "Are you ashamed?" She looked like she was about to cry.

"Oh my god, no, Camz! I just don't want to lose you so soon. Remember what you said about the Student Exchange rules? We can't date!" I think that came out more agressive than I meant. Camila scoffed, her mouth agape.

"I didn't mean..."

"So this is just a fling?!"

"If you want it to be..." I said softly.

She suddenly got up. "You're un-be-lievable." She spat and ran upstairs. I was going to follow her and try to work things out but I heard her door close shut. I know if I went there while she was this mad, things would only get worse. I sighed and laid back on the couch. I rubbed my hands on my face as if it was going to help me think. Why do things have to be so complicated?

Camila's POV

I was trying to avoid going downstairs because Lauren was there but my stomach didn't let me. One thing about me: I can't stand being hungry. But first, I want to make Lauren regret what she said to me a few hours ago. I'm still mad at her, don't get me wrong. But lets say that I kind of understand what she meant. I don't agree with it though.

I took off my shorts and went to my wardrobe. Looking for that one thong. There it is. I put the tiniest thong I had, It hugged my butt perfectly and I knew it was going to drive her insane. I took of my sweater and put a tiny white tank top. Since I was wearing a colored bra you could see it through the shirt. I brushed my hair and looked down to my chest. They look so big in this tank top. I went to the mirror to check myself out.

"Damn. I look hot." I whispered to myself. I opened my door and peeked around the corridor. I knew Clara and Michael were working at this hour but I just wanted to make sure I wouldn't meet them, looking like this. I walked downstairs and I heard the tv on at the tv room. I peeked and there was she. Lying on the couch, hugging a pillow. Her eyes closed. My baby was sleeping just like one. I really wanted to go over there and cuddle with her but my alter ego didn't let me. My stomach rolled, reminding me of how hungry I was. I guess I'll just have to wait her to wake up. I can't accept that I dressed up like this for nothing.

I went to the kitchen rubbing my eyes. I opened the fridge and stared at it. Stomach, speak to me. What do you want?

I heard a cough behind me and I turned to see what the heck was that.

"HOLY SHIT!" I shouted as I unsuccessfully tried to hide myself behind the fridge door. Harry and Chase were there. How the fuck did I miss that.

"Damn, Camila." Chase muttered. His eyes glued on my chest.

"Look the fuck away!" I yelled. He blinked twice and crossed his muscular arms. He looked to the other side of the kitchen and I knew that he was trying hard not to look at me.

"Harry, you too." I said, crossing my arms. I knew Harry was a nice guy but he is still a guy.

"Oh don't worry, you're not my type." Okay, this kind of offended me. "So, where's Lauren?"

"Um... sleeping. Why?" I said, closing the fridge's door. More comfortable now. "Chase, you can look now, just look to my eyes and not my boobs."

"I wasn't even..." He started but I glared at him and he stopped. I saw a blush creep on his face. I can't believe Chase is blushing. I would never imagine a guy like Chase blushing. Cute.

"So if you're done on admiring yourselves, I have..." Harry started but was interrupted.

"Who's admiring who?" I heard a husky voice behind me. I looked and there was Lauren. Her face was flushed because of the sleeping and her hair was a mess. She never looked cuter.

"Wow..." She muttered looking up and down at me. I couldn't help the smirk growing on my face. Finally.

"Lauren, you look like shit!" Harry said and Chase laughed.

"I'm gonna just..." Lauren started but walked back to the tv room. What a sleepyhead.

"She is so weird. Okay, like I was saying. Camila, put some decent clothes and lets go." Harry said walking out of the kitchen.

"Where?" I asked, following him. I felt eyes on me, I glanced back and saw Chase walking behind me, staring at my butt with a little smile. I don't know If I'm flattered or if I think it's nasty.

"We have to talk." He whispered so Lauren or Chase wouldn't listen. "To the movies!"He said out loud so Chase could hear this time. Got it.

After I went upstairs and put some pants and a jacket I walked outside, carefully so Lauren wouldn't listen me from the tv room. I climbed in Harry's car and Chase was already gone.

"So..."

"It's about Lauren." He said seriously. I took a deep breath. This can't be good.

A/N: Trouble for Camren now, oops. What do you guys think Harry is going to tell Camila? (: Love you - Poop (I feel like I should use my real name now so next chapter I guess.)

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