The Roommate // Camren

Deeper

"Lauren, wake up."

The green-eyed girl only groaned in response.

"Lauren, come on. I'm trying to be a nice roommate here."

Lauren rolled on her side and lifted her head. Camila stood over her bed, hands resting on her hips in obvious annoyance.

"What?"

"Didn't you say that you have a class at noon?"

"Yes, I did."

"It's eleven-thirty."

"And your point is?"

Camila stared blankly down at Lauren.

"Do you not care if you're late?"

Lauren pondered this before answering. "I got time. Don't worry Princess," she flashed a smile before pulling her blanket over her head, signaling the end of the conversation.

Camila's eye twitched at the nickname, but she didn't object to it. The girl had classes of her own to attend, but not for another hour. She exhaled sharply through her nose, seated herself on her bed, and took out a book.

As interesting as reading a story about a woman wreaking vengeance on those who betrayed her was to Camila, she couldn't focus. Every few minutes, her eyes would drift over to the green-eyed girl, who was still lying in bed. Finally, after fifteen minutes had passed, Camila couldn't take it any longer.

"Lauren," she called rather loudly.

The raven-haired girl muttered something angrily before throwing off her blanket. "What the fuck is it this time?" Lauren growled.

"Your class starts in fifteen minutes. I suggest you wake your lazy ass up for it," Camila replied coolly. She noticed how the older brunette's eyebrows were raised in surprise at her less-than-friendly response.

"I don't need a goody little two-shoes to suggest me anything," Lauren spat as she stood and stretched. "Like I said earlier, I have time. Unlike you Princess, I don't need forever and a day to get ready."

Camila wanted to shoot something sarcastic back, but she bit her tongue instead and watched as Lauren went into the bathroom. She sighed once the bathroom door was closed and rolled her eyes.

Camila thought after yesterday, that maybe the two were mostly past the constant bickering back and forth. She genuinely enjoyed spending the time she did with Lauren, another side of the green-eyed girl seemed to almost show through. But perhaps what Camila thought was a nicer part of her roommate was nothing but a figment of her imagination.

A couple minutes later, Lauren reemerged from the bathroom, dressed and makeup skillfully applied. She looked at her phone and smirked. "With five minutes to spare, hot damn. Am I good or what?"

"What," Camila said, purposefully answering the rhetorical question.

Lauren simply scowled in her direction as she walked towards the door.

"Have fun learning," the younger brunette uttered, but she doubt Lauren had heard her, for she had already left the room.

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Lauren felt a little bad for lying to her roommate. Which was weird, because Lauren never felt bad or guilty for anything in her life. Well, for most of her life anyway.

But technically, she wasn't lying when she said she had a class at noon; the girl just wasn't going to go to it. Skipping class had been the norm for Lauren, especially since she knew she could get away with it.