little games [camila/you]

XIX - f o o l i s h m a n

I placed both my hands on her sides and buried my face on her hair, breathing on her ear as I smelled her rose scent. I left kisses around her earlobe, feeling her place her hands on my shoulders again. "Y/N," she said looking straight at a spot. "Um, what's Rick doing with that phone over there?"

I looked up immediately, seeing him stand before the door in the end of the hall, holding up his phone. When he noticed I saw, he turned around and left in a rush.

Had he been shooting us?

I followed Rick out the door. The hallway was almost empty as the last people there were already heading out. I could hear the sound of Lauren's high heels from behind me. While he was doing something with his phone, I stuck on his throat, hitting his back on the wall.

"What the fuck are you doing man?"

"Y/N, please," the Cuban's raspy voice was hopelessly trying to calm me down. Her hand on my shoulder was not going to be helpful now though.

He pushed my arm away from his grip and showed me the phone screen with a greedy expression. "Waking Camila from her dream."

My eyebrows connected in confusion. I had no idea what that meant, but I was positive he was talking trash.

"Excuse you?" Lauren said, almost as puzzled as me. "The fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"The other night she rejected me just because she has feelings for Y/N. She probably has some hopes about the two of them. Now she'll see the truth, that Y/N doesn't give a rat's ass about-"

Without letting him finish his sentence, I punched him so hard that his eye turned completely red. Lauren yelled my name as she tried to hold me back but I told her to back off.

I punched him again in the other eye. "Firstly, it doesn't matter what excuse she gave you, dumbass. She said no." I kneeled his penis and he finally fell to the ground. "Secondly, if you don't respect a no, you're just a harasser."

Since this time he was on the ground I kneed his nose, by which his head was pushed against the wall harshly. His nose started bleeding. Those moans in pain were music to my ears. "Thirdly, what I do is none of her and your business. She had a chance with me and she fucked it up. The rest is not my responsibility."

I kneeled down to take a look at his face which was full of bruises now.

"Nobody gets a second chance. Especially you," my eyes wandered around his face in disgust, "you're out. Good luck with your pathetic life."

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Lauren's POV

I am going to kill Camila.

Seriously, how much more could she harm Y/N? How much more could she harm me? Even herself. She's torturing us all and this has got to stop.

Grinding my teeth, I narrowed my eyes as I remembered what happened earlier. Honestly, I didn't even want to stop Y/N at that point, so I eventually let it be. I let her kick Rick's ass as he deserved. But he's not the only one whose ass needed to be kicked.

Camila needed to come back to her senses.

I loved Y/N. I loved her with all my heart, but I just know that if we were ever to be together, I wouldn't be the one for her. I wouldn't be the one she loves the most as she is for me, because there was Camila. She would always care about her more deeply, and the worst thing was, it wouldn't even be her fault. I understood, I unfortunately did. Because what Camila was to her, she was to me. No matter how many dates, how many hookups, how many bodies, how many drinks, I would always want to go back to her. No matter how much pain, I would always want to console myself with her.