Get Out Of My Head (Camren)

Chapter One

"I can't believe you guys dragged me along to a club." Camila Cabello exhaled obnoxiously while she stood in line on the sidewalk with her friends. "I was just named the new Dean of the most prestigious all-girls academy in the United States, and you want me to celebrate by getting me drunk and having me make a fool of myself? Such great friends."

The three women in line with her all began laughing. The tallest girl wrapped her arm around Camila's shoulder and pulled her in tight. "Of course this is how we're celebrating! Being the new Dean at Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis Academy for Girls is as exciting as it gets! You deserve to celebrate, girl!"

"Thanks Dinah, but I think we could've found another way to celebrate." Camila huffed as they moved a few paces forward in the line.

"Now that you're the dean, you're never going to have time to have fun anymore. This is our last big 'hoorah', Mila!" The dark skinned girl in front of her exclaimed.

"Normani's right. We need one last night of fun before we have to be professional for the rest of the year. You deserve this!" The shortest girl said after taking Camila's hand in her own. Camila rolled her eyes but couldn't help but grin at her three best friends.

"Okay Ally, whatever you say." The three girls squealed as Camila feigned excitement.

After a few more minutes, the girls were showing their ID's at the door, then stepping inside. The music was loud, the lights were dim, the people were sweaty, and Camila was already uncomfortable. She watched as each of her friends ran off in different directions. Normani went straight to the dance floor, Dinah went straight to the bar, and Ally went straight to a booth in the corner where her long term boyfriend sat with a few of their friends. Camila shook her head and quickly took a seat at the bar.

"What can I get you, beautiful?" The bartender asked with a twinkle in his eye.

"Amaretto sour, please. No cherry." The bartender nodded and quickly made her drink. When he handed it to her he winked and informed her it was on the house. Ah, the only bright side about going out. She was definitely pretty enough to get free drinks.

Just as Camila had turned to try to find one of her friends, she felt a gentle hand rest on the small of her back. She turned slightly to see bright green eyes and full red lips grinning down at her. "I was going to offer to buy your drink, but I see you've already got that covered." Camila felt herself blushing as the girls raspy voice filled her ears. "But it's the thought that counts, right?"

"Right." Camila agreed, biting her lip.

"What's your name, pretty girl?" The green eyed beauty asked as Camila turned to give her more of her attention.

"Camila. Yours?"

"Lauren. Camila is such a beautiful name. Where are you from?" Lauren tucked a strand of hair behind Camila's ears and trailed her fingers down her neck. Camila immediately felt shivers rushing through her body.

"I was born in Cuba. Grew up in Miami. Went to college at Harvard, and I've been here in Boston since I graduated." Lauren's eyes widened at Camila's answer.

"A Harvard grad, huh? Beauty and brains. I sure know how to pick 'em." Camila giggled at Lauren's response. "Dance with me, pretty girl."

Camila felt Lauren's hand drop to her own and start pulling her towards the dance floor. Camila quickly downed her cocktail in one gulp, ridding herself of all inhibitions. Lauren led her through the throng of people to the middle of the dance floor. Lauren spun her around and attached her hands to her hips, pulling her against her. Her ass was pressed against Lauren's center, and she could already feel the tension building up between her own legs. Camila felt the taller girl gently move her hair off of her shoulder, then felt her lips press against the sensitive skin on her neck. She let out a quiet moan, knowing nobody could hear her over the beat of the music.