Fatal Attraction

Chapter 5

Camila desperately tried to catch her breath, but regardless of what she did, breathing was impossible.

After bumping into the green-eyed girl on campus, of all places, she suddenly lost control of her body, just like she did only a few nights ago.

Once they made eye contact, Camila became full of hate. Partial infatuation, but mostly hate. It was hard enough dealing with the older girl that night, but knowing that she would be forced to see her on a regular basis made her blood boil.

After losing sight of the infamous Ms. Jauregui, Camila decided to check her watch. It was 2:00, and she had to be at work at 2:30.

Good thing she still wasn't home or showered, right?

Camila decided to skip calling a cab, and chose to jog her way over to her apartment. Luckily, when she arrived, the elevator was waiting for her, and she finally got the chance to catch her breath.

The smaller girl ran into her apartment, finding her roommate lounging on the couch, as she didn't have any classes scheduled for that day.

"Mani, thank God you're finally here! Perfectly late, as per usual." Camila could practically taste the sass coming from the younger girl's mouth.

"Hey, have you heard from Mila? She's usually home by now-"

At that point, Dinah finally turned around, and saw her roommate, drenched in sweat.

"Yo, Chancho, what happened to you? What did I tell you about running in the city in jeans? This heat and denim, not a good combo baby girl."

Camila rolled her eyes, walking towards the sink to get a glass of water.

"You would never guess who I ran into today."

Dinah's head fell.

"Oh God.. Did you see Ally? Oh God, you did. No wonder why you ran away so fast, you don't got time for that sh-"

"Actually," Camila cut her off. "I bumped into the girl from the other night."

Dinah's jaw dropped.

"No freaking way! Where? Oh shit, did you hit her again? Because if so we gotta talk about your anger management issues, little one! You scare the shit outta me the other night!"

Camila sighed. "I saw her at school today, once I got out of art." She took a sip of her water, sitting next to Dinah.

"It was so weird seeing her there, you know? Like she was just a normal girl going to NYU. I bet no one there knows about what she did to us."

"Well, did she say anything to you? Tell me what happened," Dinah replied eagerly.

"No, she didn't," Camila said. "We just kind of.. Had a weird, bizarre connection outside of the art wing, and then she took off."

"And then, what? You decided to chase her into art 101?" Dinah half joked.

"No, asshole. I wasn't going to do anything, but after I got out of calculus, I saw her again, practically running into traffic. I don't know what's up with that girl. It's like she has a death wish or something."

"So.. Why the sweat?"

"Well, once I saw her.. I don't know what came over me. I saw her running across the street, and thought it would be best to chase her down for a good ten blocks or so."

"What the fuck, Mila?! Are you trying to hurt yourself?!"

"No, of course not-"

"Well, you say that she has a death wish, but sometimes, I think it's you! What the hell were you thinking? You don't know this girl. You don't know if she has weapons on her. You don't know if she's mentally unstable-"

"Well if she's an art major at NYU I highly doubt she's mentally unstable," Camila argued, cutting her off. "If she's robbing 18 year old girls on the street, I highly doubt that she pays the full tuition, she's probably on full scholarship!"

"But again, Mila, you don't know that!" Dinah yelled, growing increasingly frustrated. "Listen, I know you're trying to act all bad and shit, and that it's been hard dealing with everything happening with Ally, but you need to watch yourself! Jesus Christ, Chancho, you're always preaching to me to be responsible, meanwhile, you're the one chasing criminals in downtown New York!"

Dinah finally stopped her rant, catching her breath.

"Listen, I'm sorry for bugging out, okay? But you need to realize that I care about you."

Camila finally met her eyes, smiling.

"After what happened the other night, we need to be only more careful," Dinah continued. "Lord only knows what that girl is going to do now that she knows where you go to school. Not to mention the fact that you chased her ass down 20 blocks!"

Camila scoffed. "It was only twelve."

"You just said ten about five minutes ago so who knows what to believe from your mouth anymore?!" Dinah exclaimed, sighing.

Camila glanced at her phone. "Shit, it's 2:34, I'm late for work!"

She rushed getting her things together, practically on the verge of hyperventilating.

"I didn't even get to shower, or change, or even-"

"Breathe, Mila, breathe!" The taller girl said, resting her hand upon her roommate's shoulder. "Go shower. I'll call Joe and tell him that something came up. Just hurry up, okay?"

Joe was Camila's boss, who was also known for being obsessed with Dinah, regardless of their ten year age difference. Both girls knew that if Dinah called and made an excuse for Camila, that he would let the entire thing slide.

Camila threw her arms around Dinah, smiling. "Thank you so much. I owe you one!"

Dinah shoved her off. "Yeah, well start off by showering. You smell like shit!"

Camila laughed, running to the shower.

Dinah rolled her eyes. "Bitch thinks I'm kidding."

"Did you say something?!"

"No, Chancho, of course not!" Dinah replied, with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

Camila stepped into the shower, finally getting a few moments to herself since the incident earlier that day.

Why did she decide to follow the dark haired girl into the street? Well, that was stupid of her.

She realized that Dinah could be right, after all. Camila didn't know the girl. Hell, Jauregui could've been her gang name, or something.

If you're in a gang, do you even have names?

Anyway.

Camila made a promise to herself that she was going to find out the truth from the green-eyed girl. She was going to have all of her questions answered, and hopefully, by that time, her secret obsession with the raven-haired criminal would be over.

Or at least, she hoped.