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Chapter 7

*Camila's POV*

śhit śhit śhit what do I say? She's obviously confused as to why I invited to her and I though I'd be able to think of an excuse other than 'I'm in feel like I'm in love with you and I want to know you better' but obviously I cannot. I wanna bring up the cheerleader thing but something tells me it won't go over well. I can tell she's the type of girl who's like 'fück yo social standards' and doesn't care for being popular or a cheerleader on account of the fact that she never talks to anyone unless she has too but I don't know. Remember Camila, anything is a better excuse than "I think I'm gay for you' so why not give it a shot- wait I'm not actually gay if I only like one girl. Am I? I'll figure it out later.

"Oh.. well we're cheerleaders- wait you obviously know that because you saw us at practice today and we saw you oops.. uh anyways well we had a girl and she broke her leg and now she can't be on the team- obviously- and I uh... I was.. Have you cheered before? do you wanna join? She wasn't a flyer or anything so it's not hard... if you um if you wanna join" Real smooth. I sounded like a chipmunk with a stutter, speaking fast and broken words.

"umm I don't know if I can I don't know the first thing about-"

"It's not hard. You don't really have to cheer if you don't want. We just need one more member to qualify."

Dinah shoots me a surprised, confused, and angry glare all-in-one because she knows the routine would be messed up with one less girl but I brush it off hoping she doesn't freak out at me in front of Lauren.

"I- I'd have to think about it." Lauren trails off.

"Cool." I say. wait does that make me sound uninterested? "that's.. uh great to hear." I say with a smile meeting her green eyes. I wish that I had colored eyes. My basic brown eyes have always been an insecurity of mine. Eyes are the window to the soul and when all you see is deep brown- almost black, you must get bad vibes. I don't know it's just a thought of mine. But Lauren, she's got these light green, innocent, pure, beautiful looking irises and they are completely captivating. I wonder if she knows how special they are?

She glances away obviously uncomfortable with my staring. Did I have those loving eyes that people get when they see a cute dog or good food because I feel like I did. I hope not so I just carry on like it didn't happen.

"So uh homecoming.. is pretty soon." I sounded like a nervous freshman boy talking to a pretty girl but I'm actually a nervous junior girl talking to a pretty girl.

"well the cheerleaders would probably wanna meet you ya know. see if they like you- not that they wouldn't, you're great you're uh" I blush. Why do I open my mouth if everything I say to her is going to embarrass me? "well yeah they like to have a bond with their teammates considering they are gonna be throwing each other in the air ya know" I laugh and she smiles and glances at the ground.

"so do you wanna come with the girls and I and get ready before?" I say smiling hopefully an looking into her eyes waiting for a response but we all know it's just because I want one more glimpse.