Love never dies (Camren)

Chapter 17

Camila POV
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Lauren and I walked out onto the field last break, hand in hand, where our friends' heads all snapped towards us.
Before we could say anything, Dinah charged toward us, wrapping her arms around us, the speed she was running and force, causing her to rugby tackle us both to the floor.
"WHAT THE HELL DINAH?" Lauren groaned in pain, while Dinah just laid on top of us, hugging us.
"CAMREN." Is all Dinah yelled, as people walked past us, giving us the dirtiest looks. Normani, Ally and James came over to us, and Normani dragged Dinah up off of Lauren and I.
"Thank you Mani." I said as Lauren stood up, and held her hand out for me, helping me up. "Okay, Dinah, I love you...but seriosuly?! What the fuck was that for?" I asked, glaring at her.
"Well, incase you weren't aware, I haven't seen you guys all day. Last I heard, you guys were fighting. So I didn't know if you guys had sorted it out or not, and then you came out holding hands, so I had to hug you guys." She said, trying her best to hold back her laughter.
"There's a difference between hugging us, and sending us flying to the floor so hard, that I'm not going to be able to sit down because my butt is hurting that much!" I said, as Lauren let out a small laugh. "You can just sit on my knee instead Camz." She said, taking hold of my hand again, making me blush.
"There's children present!" Dinah exclaimed, covering Ally's eyes with her abnormally large hands. Ally shoved her hands away, scowling at her. "Incase you're not aware, I'm older than all of you, and you're the youngest. So if anyone is the child, it's you." Ally clarified as Dinah shrugged her shoulders in response. "Well...I'm the captain of the Camren ship, so I don't count. Plus you're the shortest, so everyone THINKS you're the youngest." Dinah retaliated, a proud look on her face at her own conclusion. Ally just shook her head, not even bothering to reply.
"So you're both all lovey dovey again?" Normani asked, changing the subject.
"Indeed we are. I could never be mad at the future Mrs.Jauregui." Lauren flirted smirking at me. The fact Lauren technically just said she'd marry me one day, caused me to smile so hard, I legit thought my cheeks were going to fall off. "WAIT. HOLD THE FUCK UP. Is that how you resolved your fight? Lauren proposed?!" Dinah asked, her eyes going wide. "No, no, no, Dinah, don't start fangirling!" I said quickly, before she could start screaming. "Oh...well don't get my hopes up like that! Fuck you Walz." Dinah said annoyed, glaring at me, and then slapping me across the back of my head.
"Actually Dinah." Lauren said, before I could reply to Dinah myself, while rubbing the back of my head. "What I was saying, is that, we may have some fights and silly arguments, but despite those, I'm going to marry Camila one day." Lauren said, lifting my hand up that she was holding, kissing each one of my knuckles tenderly, before leaning in and kissing my cheek, and then my lips. We pulled away when we heard a high pitched squeak, and noticed ally jumping up and down happily.
"Y'all are so romantic!" Ally said, punching me rather hard on the arm out of excitement. "Ouch Ally!" I said shoving her back. "What is it? Beat Camila Up Day or something?" I grumbled, rubbing my arm now.
"I'm sorry, but you guys know how happy I get with romantic moments." She said, still smiling happily. She had a point, she always has been the romance lover out of us all. "Well it's great to see you didn't let a silly argument get in the way." James said, smiling.
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"Hi, Camila. I'm Mr.Shelley and I'm sorry to call you out of lesson on such short notice." The young man in front of me said. I'd been in last lesson for 5 minutes, at the most, before being called to Mr.Shelley's office...for counselling. "Now. As you know I am a counsellor, and I have been informed that you are having some trouble at home, and a member of staff feels this may be interfering with your school work." Mr.Shelley explained. At first, I was thinking Josh had gone and opened his blabber mouth to have a few laughs, but as soon as Mr.Shelley said 'a member of staff.' I knew it was that teacher who'd blamed Lauren for my tardiness through out our small argument with him this morning.
"I'm not trying to be rude, Mr.Shelley, but you look a little young to be a counsellor." I stated, taking in the mans appearance. He looked about 20, 21 years old, definitely no older than 22. He had quite a baby looking face with smooth looking skin, a head of brown curls, and deep dimples when he smiled.
"Well, Camila. I may be young, but I really want to help people. I faced a lot of struggles myself a few years ago, and decided that I want a job that helps people. Everything you tell me will stay between us, unless of course I feel as though your life is in danger. You may call me George if that makes you feel more comfortable. Don't see me as a school counsellor who is being forced to help you. I'm a friend who WANTS to help you." He said, as I gave him an appreciative smile. At first, I had my heart set that I was not going to tell him anything, as much as I appreciated him wanting to help. But then, I thought of Lauren and Dinah...how they both expressed how worried they were about me. How I fought with Lauren because of my stupid problems. How I wanted to sort my life out, but I couldn't, as much as I tried...and maybe, just maybe, this was my chance to get the help I needed.
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Lauren POV
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I waited by my dented car, for Camila to get out of school. She went to counselling around an hour and 10 minutes ago, at the start of the lesson. It was now the end of the day, and almost everyone had gone home, so I'm guessing the session had ran over a bit. I was dreading telling my mom and dad that I beat my car up, but I know I'm controlling my anger better now, because I didn't kill Kylie when I cought her taunting Camila, even though I really wanted too.
I was interrupted from my thoughts when I heard Camila shouting my name.
"Hey, babe. You look happy." I stated. I'm not going to lie I was expecting her to come out looking upset or angry, but she generally looked really happy.
"George is really nice, and he's going to help me, Lauren. I'm going to take your advice and get the help I need." She told me, wrapping her small arms around my waist. "You are? That's great!" I said loudly, lifting her up off the floor slightly and spinning her around. "At first I was hesitant, and I wasn't going to tell him anything...but I realise now, this is the help I need. The help I've been waiting for. It's going to take a while, but I'm going to try my best." She told me, resting her forehead against my own. "I'm so proud of you. Did you tell him everything?" I asked her, stroking her arm softly. "No, not yet. He was mostly telling me about himself, so I wasn't telling all my troubles to a random stranger." She said, our faces so close, I could feel her breath against my face. "But we'll be having a session every Monday, Wednesday and Friday so I am going to tell him everything." She promised. "Good. I'm so proud of you Camz." I told her, leaning in closer, taking her lips in my own.
"You wanna call for a quick Starbucks or something? I have anger management tonight so I can't hang out later." I told camila, one hand resting on her thigh, the other on the steering wheel. "Yeah, I'd like that. I've never been on a coffee date before." Camila said, as I glanced towards her quickly. She was smiling, and had her bottom lip pulled between her teeth. "Eyes on the road Jauregui! Are you trying to get us killed?" She asked, laughing. "No...I just can't keep my eyes off you when you look so adorable right now." I flirted, turning my attention back to the road.
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"What did the ocean say to the sand?" Camila asked me, while we were sitting in Starbucks drinking our coffee.
"Um...I don't know." I said, shrugging my shoulders, as Camilas smile grew, gradually. "Nothing, it just waved!" Camila exclaimed, as I began to laugh uncontrollably. Now let's be honest, if anyone else had told me that joke, I'd have most likely slapped them it's so bad, but this is Camila, and therefore, the joke is funny. "You're such a dork." I told her, leaning over the table and prodding her cheek. "But I'm your dork, right?" She asked, biting her god damn lip again. "My dork, and my dork only." I confirmed. "Are you ready to go?" I asked, as she drank the last of her drink. "Yeah, I guess." She smiled, as I stood up and entwined our hands, pulling her out of her seat. I placed a kiss on her lips before we headed out.
As we were walking out, someone bumped into us, apologising quickly, the voice sounding all too familiar.
"Ah, Josh. Just the person I've been wanting to talk to." I said, grabbing his arm roughly so he couldn't run off.
"What the fuck do you want, Jauregui?" He spat, once he realised it was me.
"What I want, is to know what the fuck you're planning." I growled, as Camila shuffled uncomfortably beside me.
"What are you talking about?" He asked, finally looking at me. His eyes looked tired, as though he hadn't slept for days. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. Why are you all of a sudden defending Camila?" I asked. I was growing impatient.
"That's none of your buisness." He muttered, glaring at me, and then over to Camila.
"If you don't mind, I would kind of like to know myself." Camila said, waiting expectantly for an answer.
"Look, I came here for a coffee, not to be interrogated, just be grateful I'm not making them beat the shit out of you!" He whisper yelled, clearly getting more annoyed by the second. "And if you're really so interested in my sudden change of demeanour, how about you ask your mum and dad. Now fuck off and do whatever it is you lesbians do." He mumbled in his British accent, before turning around and walking away towards the counter. I saw Camila shudder at the mention of her dad, as I pulled her closer to me. "Ignore him babe, he's obviously got a sick and twisted mind." I told her, rubbing her back soothingly.
"What did he mean by telling me to ask my mom...what does she have to do with this?" Camila asked, clearly confused. "I don't know Camz, he's probably just messing with you." I told her, as she pulled out of the hug. "Maybe I should ask my mom when I get home." She said, sounding unsure.
"If that'll make you feel better, I don't see why not." I told her as we made our way out of Starbucks, back towards my car.