What She Left Behind (Camren)

0. "Hi, I'm Camila."

No, I was not nervous and I was not afraid like every other person around me. It was annoying how people freaked out over little things like college, most people made friends easier here and fit in more with certain groups, but unlike me I was more away from that. I already had my own friends and I could count on them, yeah, they were a bit troubling but I was, too. Those were the type of people I liked to be around and I didn't really think of it as an issue, and plus, I have been friends with them for years. Since my second year of high school, and only a few of them even graduated or got into the same college as me which was very unfortunate, but predictable. However, even though I was apart of people like them, I was really good in academics. I did not have to study, it was like I got everything right away and I did not even have to think twice about my answer, although I was smart and got into such a brilliant college, I like to make sure people know less about that side of me. School was definitely not going to change my attitude or personality in any way, I liked how I was and I did not give a shit of I made anyone feel bad about themselves. I did not care if I started a ruckus in my dorm playing loud rock music, or if I graffitied the walls in the bathrooms or outside of the building. I didn't care if I got kicked out of the damned school because they would have to get use to me and the way I acted, whether they liked it or not. I was more persistent than anyone can be, and that was a fact. Since I was studying art, anything that could or is art can be done by me and I'm sure they would respect my artistic drawings because I just needed to express myself so terribly.

My side of the dorm already had posters of bands, pastel drawings or regular sketches done. I didn't really draw anything important, only a few things of what I liked, like trees, stores, park benches and then there was one drawing I thought was the boat beautiful one ever. I excluded it from all the other drawings I made so that it stood out more, it was important to me more than anything and it was obvious, since I never really drew anything as important. But this drawing was everything to me, it held all my feelings and all my hopes, and even my dreams. It held my breath, heart, blood and everything else. The drawing of her was something I promised myself to love forever, and I was never going to move on from her or that damned drawing. I traced the drawing with the tips of fingers, I slightly remembered the exact day I drew this and it was when I first met her in this very dorm, of my first year in college. When I wasn't so angry and mean like I was now. I was different.

"Hi, I'm Camila." The pretty girl spoke, throwing her suitcase and bags on her bed before she collapsed right beside them. "I guess I'm your roommate." She flashed me a crooked smile. I sent her one back.

"Lauren." I said as I fixed up the drawings that were beginning to fall off from the weak pushpins. I soon turned to face her, I stared her up and down and couldn't really express how beautiful she was. Her hair was cascading down her back, it was curled at the ends and she had a skinny waist. I watched as she turned to open up her suitcase, her black shirt rode up slightly but she didn't even care to fix it, she only pulled out a grey tank top out and soon began to shrug her shirt off. She was doing this right in front of me. Yes, her back was turned but she obviously had confidence or didn't even care if she was doing it right there when I was present. It wasn't a bad thing that she was doing this, I just didn't really expect her to do that. She looked shy and innocent, but I guess you can't judge a book by its cover.

After she replaced her shirt she once again, turn toward me and flashed a sweet smile. "I hope you don't mind if I ever get dressed in front of you, I tend to do that a lot. If you ever feel uncomfortable then please tell me." I didn't really say or do much other than nod and then awkwardly look away. It wasn't that it was a problem or anything, if anything, I was so so comfortable with it. It wasn't a big deal, and her back was away from me so there was nothing to see anyways, right? I was a bit of a nervous person but I soon got over things.