Teach Me (Camren)

Chapter 8

Lauren's POV
I honestly have no idea why I am walking to stupid Camila Cabello's house right now. I mean it might be because I feel bad about the way things happened a second ago at my house. So I followed her right after she left and oh my god, she lives like a million miles away from me. She should've at least asked for a ride, my feet hurt.

I've been keeping my distance from her though to make sure she doesn't see me. If she did she'd probably freak out and be even more pissed at me right now, which I can't have.

None the less she finally starts walking up the sidewalk of the house I assume is hers, and man this place looks like shit.

I start to walk up the steps though, cautiously because I feel like any minute something is gonna jump out of this forest of weeds and grab me. But then I hear a deep manly voice coming from the inside of the house to the door and get frightened, so I dive in the bushes beside me.

"And get some milk too!" I hear a lady's voice say out the door which I assume is Camila's mom.

"I know honey, I have the list right here." Camila's dad raises his hand to show his wife the list and begins walking down the sidewalk to his car.

I hear the door close again And the man drive away, and wait a second before removing myself from the thick bushes. Instinctively combing my hair with my fingers and smoothing the collar of my leather jacket. I reach the door and breath for a second, thinking if I should really be here right now, but my hand knocks without my permission anyway so I know there's no turning back now.

The door opens and the woman appears again.

"Did you forget something Ale-" she stops her sentence when she realizes it's not her husband.

"Oh. Hello, are you one of Camila's friends?" She asks and smiles.

"Uh, yeah. Is she here?" I ask awkwardly.

"She is but she's taking a shower right now. You can wait for her in her room if you'd like?"

"Sure." I say and she opens up the door fully and I step in.

"I'm Sinuhe, Camila's mom." She says and extends her hand for me to shake, which I do.

"I'm Lauren." I return and smile.

"Well Lauren, Camila's room is right up the stairs to the left." She says and points.

"Alright, thank you." I say and start to walk up the stairs.

When I enter Camila's room I look around. She doesn't have a very big room and only has a twin-size bed, and very few pictures. But her room is still very tidy and welcoming.

I decide to just sit on the bed and wait until Camila gets done with her shower.

She walks in the room moments later in only a towel with her hair dripping wet and I get this weird feeling at the sight but quickly brush it away because before she even gets all the way through the door she's already freaking out that I'm here in her room.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Camila freezes in the doorway and crosses her arms over her chest defensively.

"Uhhh," I'm kinda at a loss for words because honestly I don't know why I am.

"Come to tell me that my house is as trashy as me?" She hisses and I know I have to say something before she just kicks me out.

"Camila no. I came to... apologize. The way I treated you tonight, the way I've always treated you. It's not right, and I'm sorry." I say and just hope she believes me.

"Am I supposed to believe that you're actually sorry for everything you've done?" She asks harshly and I know it's gonna be hard to get through to her.

"You don't have to believe it. But I have to do it, because I feel like shit."

"Well you should." She says and walks over to sit in her desk chair.

"And I was hoping you would continue to tutor me, because I really need it. I mean I'm a junior and I'm still in Algebra 1." I say and laugh on the last part and she joins in.

"Yeah, that's pretty bad." She chuckles.

"And maybe we could be friends... outside of school." I suggest.

"Wow. So you came to apologize for the way you treat me but you're not gonna stop."

"Okay okay, I know it doesn't make sense, but you wouldn't understand." I say.

"No, I get it. So I'm your friend when I'm your tutor, but your victim at school, huh?" She asks.

"Well yeah, but I'll dial down the bullying a little bit."

"Oh wow, thank you!" She snaps sarcastically.

"Look, you know it wouldn't make sense if we were friends at school. I mean I just wrote that you were a carpet muncher on your locker, if we were friends the next day bad shit would happen to the both of us."

"Yeah." She admits. "But what also doesn't make sense is that you wrote that in the first place because you're one too."

"I am not a lesbian! Just because I like sex with girls, doesn't mean I like girls." I looked down and played with my fingers as I tried to defend myself.

"Oh, so you liked the sex?" Camila rasps and I look up to see her smirking.

"Uh, I guess."

"What do you mean you guess?"

"I mean you didn't even touch me. I did all the work." I explained.

"Yeah, but you liked touching me. You liked seeing my reaction." She challenged.

"If you mean I liked seeing you cum then yea-"

"Okay, yeah! I get it." She cuts me off, obviously not wanting to talk about it anymore.

I didn't know what to say, so we just sat in silence until I decide to tease her a little more.

"So, I must of fucked you really good if you passed out aft-" I smirk but she cuts me off again.

"Lauren!" She yells and I laugh.

"It's true babe." I chuckle but freeze when I realize the nickname that slipped out of my mouth and so does Camila.

She stares at me blankly as I do the same.

"Uh," I try to break the awkward tension. "Friends then?" I ask and extend my hand for her to shake.

"Sure, friends... when I'm tutoring you." She giggles and I join in.

"So does that mean you will come over to my house tomorrow and teach me some math shit?" I ask while getting up and walking to the door.

"Yeah." She agrees.

"Alright, see you at school assface." I say while laughing and exiting her room but still hear her gasp.

"Definitely not looking forward to it slut!" Camila calls after me.

"Mija!" I hear her mom yell from somewhere in the house.

"Sorry." Camila apologizes and I giggle to myself as I walk down the stairs.

And as I walk out of her house I'm just so happy I walked in there. Because I'm starting to wonder why I even hated her in the first place. And if you look past everything I've done to her, and everything I will continue to do, on a lower level of course. There could be a great friendship starting, even if it's a secret friendship.

I'd keep her my little secret.