Best of the Best

Chapter 5: Best-case Scenario

"What exactly did you do with Lauren Jauregui yesterday?"

Camila groaned as the mattress dipped, and buried her face in her pillow.

"Wake up," Sofi said, reaching out to give her sister a few solid shakes.

"Why did I give you a key?" Camila mumbled, giving in and rolling on to her back. "And why are you here so early?"

Sofi dropped the Sunday edition of the Tribune between them. "Because I figured you didn't get the paper, and there's something in it you're going to want to see. Also I need to know what happened between you and Lauren Jauregui yesterday."

Camila slid up and flopped back against the headboard. "Nothing happened."

Sofi raised an eyebrow, and flipped through the paper. "Than why is there an article about you on the front of the city section written by the woman herself?"

Camila stopped mid stretch and reached for the paper. "What?"

Sofi handed it over. "Ya, the whole front page."

Camila held it up. "That's a picture of me at the Olympics," she said, stunned.

Sofi nodded. "Yep, the whole article is pretty much her talking about how awesome you are, and how nice you were to her son, and how you want to help kids get into martial arts. So what exactly did you do yesterday? Did you give her a real gold medal performance?"

Camila looked up from the article, eyes wide. "No!" Camila insisted. "I just- I just played with Thomas for a bit, and walked them home. Nothing happened. Nothing you're insinuating."

Kelly's head popped through the doorway. "Nothing?"

Camila groaned. "You're here to bug me too?"

Kelly pointed a spatula. "I'm making pancakes, so be nice. Also I don't plan to bug you, I just want the hot gossip, so get up and come eat, and start spilling."

Camila glanced back down at the paper again before getting up and settling in at her kitchen table. Kelly dropped a coffee and a stack of pancakes down in front of her, along with the maple syrup. "You probably need the glycogen after all that cardio," she said with a wink.

Camila fumbled with her fork, and huffed as it clattered against the floor. "Nothing happened!"

Sofi handed her a new fork, and sat down with her own plate. "So what exactly did happen?"

Camila shovelled in a mouthful, glaring at both women who sat across from her. "I just goofed around with her son, pretended we were Power Rangers. I don't know. I walked them home 'cause Thomas fell asleep, and we talked a little. That's it. Nothing happened though like the two of you pervs are suggesting."

Kelly sipped her coffee. "It totally could though. That lady got home yesterday and whipped up that article, then probably had to call a bunch of people and rearrange a bunch of stuff to get it printed in today's paper. She's totally got a thing for you."

Camila shrugged, swishing a piece of pancake in a puddle of syrup. "She likes the uniform."

Sofi and Kelly shared a look. "Oh really," Sofi said. "She told you this?"

Camila nodded swallowing.

"She flirted with you?" Kelly asked, jumping a little in her seat.

Camila nodded again, biting her lip. "Yeah, but it's not like flirting flirting. I think she just likes to make me squirm a little. I mean, that doesn't mean anything. I think she just thinks it's fun."

"She wants you," Sofi stated. "Kelly did the same thing with me. 'Oh, Detective Cabello I've never seen you in uniform before. Your badge is so shiny. Is that a new gun? It's so big.'"