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Chapter 26

A/n: I'm really interested in where you all came from lol comment how you found my story  if you want because there are more of you than I ever expected (hella grateful) and yeah enjoy xoxo

*Lauren's POV*
I jerk away from Ansel after I turn and see Camila running towards the bathroom. I feel like such an aśśhole but it's not entirely my fault. I have never had any attention I don't know how to handle it. I shouldn't play the victim though. It's not rocket science, you don't kiss someone and make them feel special and leave them the next day
So I guess I sort of am an aśśhole...
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The rest of the day goes by and I never see Camila. I walk out to the parking lot when the last bell rings and wait at her car.
"Hey!" I say pretending that I didn't just fûck her over.
"What do you want" she says in a monotone voice.
"Look, I'm  sorry that I kissed you. but...." I start. I loose my words when I look at her hard face. She's obviously pîssed. "But I think I'm straight." I say.
"You being straight isn't the problem, Lauren. The problem is the fact that you kissed me. You made me feel wanted. You made me feel like I accomplished my life fûcking goal and then you go off and pretend that I don't exist? And shut me out? And leave me to figure you out on my own? God, at least fill me in on these things instead of fûcking ignoring me!" she pounds her fists on the hood of her car. I run over and place my hands over her fists to keep her from destroying her vehicle. Thank God she parked in the back so nobody can see us.
"Get off of me." She snaps pulling herself away from me.
"I said I was sorry! Is it my fault that I'm straight?!?" I yell.
"No. It's not your fault that you're straight. But it is your fault that you made me think that you cared" she says, her voice cracking and face turning red.
She opens her car door.
"Now move out of the way because even though I am pissed off that you never really cared, I love you and I always have and I always will and I don't wanna hit you." She says with a halfhearted smile as she slams the door.
I walk across the lot to my car, open the door, put the key in the Ignition, and drive out of the school. How could she get so mad? I mean we aren't serious. We've only been talking for a week. She says she's loved me since she's laid eyes on me so I guess she knows me pretty well but I don't know her. I mean how could we already be fighting? She can't blame me for experimenting. God I have never been so confused in my life. I had my second kiss today. I kissed a boy. I will admit that I liked it. I liked it, but I didn't feel that spark. That feeling in my head, stomach, and heart. He grabbed my ass. Camila stroked my hair. He called me "sexy." Camila called me stunning. I am having second thoughts but it's too late. This isn't healthy for Camila. She needs a girl that is gonna love her. And won't confuse the fûck out of her. And I need a coffee.