Teach Me (Camren)

Chapter 7

Camila's POV

We pull up to Lauren's house and one word pops in my head. Rich.

Lauren's fucking rich.

It's not like I expected anything different. I mean it's always been obvious that Lauren's got some money with the nice car she drives and the name brands she wears. But this house says it all.

It's one of the biggest houses I've ever seen, with big and tall columns holding up the front of the house and a nice sidewalk leading to a huge front door. There are colorful trees and plants all around the front of her house, with not a spot of dead grass on her thick and green lawn.

I step out of her car and look up at this masterpiece of a house.

"Are you just gonna stand there, come inside?" Lauren asks and rolls her eyes, shoving past me to walk to the front door.

I follow her up the pathway until I hear some rustling in the bushes.

A short little Mexican guy pops out from under a bush and I quickly jump towards Lauren grabbing on to her arm.

"Calm down you pussy, he's just the landscaper." Lauren says and shoves me off her. "Hi Antonio." Lauren says and smiles at him, before continuing her journey towards the door.

"Hello Ms. Jauregui." He replies then goes back to his work on the plants.

"Wow, you have your own landscaper?" I say astonished as Lauren unlocks the front door with her key.

"Duh. Who else would mow the lawn and all that shit?" Lauren says as we walk through the door.

"Well I have to mow the lawn at my house." I say.

"Uh yeah, that doesn't surprise me." Lauren snaps.

I just roll my eyes and ignore her, finally getting in I realize it looks even bigger on the inside. Her living room is huge with a high vaulted ceiling, ginormous flat screen tv, and large comfy couch, also nice and probably very expensive decorations.

"Don't touch anything and just follow me." Lauren instructs very coldly and starts walking up the stairs.

We walk into what I assume is her room because it has a million pictures of her with friends and everything everywhere. She has a queen bed in the center of her room against the wall, and everything is decorated like a normal teenagers room, but everything is very nice and neat, and once again everything looks really expensive.

"Sit there, on the bed." Lauren points to the bed.

I slowly walk to it and sit down on the edge.

She walks to her desk and starts rummaging through one of the drawers.

I look at the nightstand next to me and she has a picture of her and some friend.

I pick it up to get a better look at it before I'm yelled at for the millionth time by Lauren.

"Put that back, I told you not to touch anything dumbass!" Lauren shouts and turns back around to her desk.

I quickly put it back exactly how I found it and turn to look at her.

"I'm not five you know. I'm not gonna break everything I touch." I say and Lauren turns around to look at me.

"Maybe, but I don't want your dirty, poor ass fingerprints on my stuff." Lauren hisses immediately pissing me off.

"Look I know I'm fucking trash okay! You've told me enough. But I don't have to sit here and listen to it again and take all your bullshit. And I don't have to help you either, I agreed to! But I'm done." I say while standing up and walking towards the door.

"Run away, just like you always do." Lauren says and I quickly turn around to face her.

"I run away? Really? What about the night at the party? The night where you ran away." I yell.

"I told you I was drunk and I wanted you." Lauren says nonchalantly like it's no big deal.

I look at the ground and take a deep breath. Then slowly look up at her trying to keep calm.

"No Lauren." I say quitely. "You didn't want me. You wanted sex. And I gave that to you, I gave myself to you." I say and my voice cracks on the last part and I hate how vulnerable I sound right now.

"It was supposed to be special, to mean something, and it did to me. But you just ran away." I say and look down again, until I feel a cold hand on my chin, lifting my head up to look at her.

And she looks different, she looks guilty. Like she actually feels bad for causing me pain.

"Camila," she says gently. "I'm sorry I took that away from you, but you have to know, it did mean something to me."

Lauren looks straight into my eyes and I'm surprised I'm even still standing my knees are so weak.

She slowly starts to lean in and close the distance between us and when I feel her brush her lips on mine I slightly pull back with our foreheads still touching and our eyes closed.

"You've taken my virginity, my dignity... my ability to have friends." I whisper against her lips.

"But I won't let you have my heart." I say and pull away, turning and walking straight out of her room, out of her house just leaving her standing in the middle of her room shocked.

And as I walk to my house all I can think of is how bad I want to go back. How bad I want to kiss her lips and tell her I want her too.

But I can't. Because she doesn't want me. She doesn't love me.

She doesn't feel the same.