They soulmatched in the beginning of April. Lauren prayed for at least a little bit of colder weather, although in Miami that would seriously be a miracle. Nevermind that Lauren was still constantly wearing either a jacket or a long sleeved shirt. If she would have worn a hoodie there's a pretty big change that she would not make it to the end of the day. It still sometimes looks a bit ridiculous and sometimes she just considers wearing a freaking bandage over it although she's not sure what would look more ridiculous. Most people know what's beneath her sleeve, though they're too kind or awkward about it to say anything.
Cabello knows. At least, she must know. She's never said anything about it because Lauren never gives her the chance. It's not exactly that hard to figure out when she's the only person in her entire class wearing a jacket inside even though outside it looks like the sahara desert.
Thank god for climatization.
She isn't wearing a jacket when she goes to a party, gets fucked again by some random guy, and has Cabello drive her home at the end of the night. It's probably the first time she's ever seen it up close and Lauren witnesses the moment she notices because her breath catches in her throat and she stares a little too long before looking back to the road. Lauren curls her body into the seat and stares out the window, wondering when and why her life turned to hell.
They've never discussed Lauren's hatred for her but it's been painfully obvious ever since she ran away the night she was kissed in front of hundreds of people.
When Lauren thinks about it she still feels that same humiliation she felt that night, the humiliation Camila Cabello put her through. The ache in her heart is still there as well. She wonders if her soulmate feels it too, or if it's just some unlucky side effect of matching that only she is graced with.
They've pulled up to Lauren's dorm building when she opens her big ugly mouth. "Lo-"
Lauren puts her hand up, dismissing her as if she is nothing. "Don't. Don't say anything and don't fucking call me that."
"Please-"
Lauren gets out of the car faster than she ever has, and slams the door shut hard.
She spends her night curled up in bed, her hand clasped tightly over her forearm to hide her mark even in the darkness.
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Love Me, Please (Camren)
FanficLauren hates Camila, which is fine because she would really rather prefer to avoid her at all costs. The only problem? They're soulmates. ______________________________________ This is a converted story, all rights go to the original amazing aut...
