Camila sat in her desk, fumbling with her pencil. She didn't know any of the answers to this test. There was no right or wrong answer. It was all a matter of her life, her own opinion.
What is a common struggle for you?
she knew that one. She wrote it down.
What is the most challenging obstacle taking hold in your life at this moment?
She wrote it down.
What is your biggest fear? What are you afraid of the most?
It took a while, a long while for Camila to wrap her head around that question. She never did. Mr. Monteith looked up from his grading book, intently looking directly at the young brunette. She felt pressured. She quickly pretended to scribble something down, right as the bell rang.
Camila walked rather quickly up to her teacher's desk, placing her test on it first so that everyone else's would go on top of hers.
She quickly scurried out of the room after grabbing her bag and taking out her phone.
17 unread text messages.
Camila quickly opened her phone, reading every single message.
Lucas.
Hey cutie
You're in class :P
I'm gonna spam you hahahahhaha
Well you're adorable
You have a nice butt
I'm watching you. -A
Lmao just kidding, babe.
Ughhh come out, i need to kiss you.
I'm so bored and Cal is bothering the fuck out of me.
It's my free period.
Is Monteith staring at you again?
I'll put him in his place.
Old pervert.
I'll see you at lunch.
Love you.
Camila smiled to herself, realizing what a dork her boyfriend is. She looked at the messages and realized there were only sixteen messages. Not that she really counted... maybe she did.
Multi media attatchment from - DaWg
Camila stared intently at the picture that her best friend, Dinah had sent her. She rolled her eyes playfully at the fact that Dinah had sent her a picture of Normani's butt when she was unaware the photo was taken. Camila simply replied.
Whipped.
Finally, Camila reached the cafeteria. She looked around for her friends and her boyfriend, including his friends at their usual eating spot. They were nowhere to be seen. The table was occupied by the less popular group of people. Camila didn't think of herself any more highly than she did others, but she felt that everyone knew she sat there. Her and her friends sat there.
"Mila, over here!" She heard Dinah call. She quickly turned around and started walking towards that direction.
"Hey guys. Why aren't we sitting over there?" She asked, gesturing to their usual spot as she sat down.
"The losers are sitting there." Calum replied with a short laugh before he took a bite of his pizza.
Camila couldn't help but to let out a soft chuckle, opening her bag from chipotle. She looked around a moment before her eyes blacked out due to a pair of hands covering them.
"Guess who."
Camila giggled, recognizing the voice.
"Flavio."
Lucas laughed and shook his head, placing a kiss on her cheek. "Close, but no." He sat down next to her and wrapped his arm around her.
Lucas was a good guy. Despite the fact that he has that fuckboy quiff, the lip piercing... none of that mattered. He was always a gentleman and very genuine. There was just one problem.
