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Chapter 32

*Lauren's POV*

Today's the big day: homecoming, whether we're going or not which is still pretty unclear.

"hey, Camz" I say stopping by her locker.

"Hey" She says with no excitement like she usually has. She turns to me, bags under her blood shot eyes as she slothfully continues to take books from her locker for first and second period.

"You look like hell what's wrong?" I ask.

"I spent all night..." She yawns "looking for a job... and doing homework..." She continues.

"Wait how can you fit in time for a job, you cheer 24/7?" I ask starting to get concerned.

"I guess I'll have to quit." She says slamming her locker and storming away. What is her deal? Why does she all of a sudden need a job to a point of where she'll quit cheerleading? I guess it's normal for teenagers to have jobs but on Camila's schedule, she should probably wait until she absolutely has to- does she? I check my schedule and I have study hall with her first. I wait for her to turn the long hallway and then follow after her. She's exhausted and obviously needs her space.

When I arrive in the class, as soon as the late bell rings, Camila is sat at a desk with her head resting on her arm and her eyes glued to what seems to be a job application on her computer.

I pretend I don't notice her and move to my seat across the room to start my homework.

The period goes by ever so slowly and I occasionally glance up at the clock to see if this class is almost over, and to see if Camila hasn't passed out already.

When the bell finally rings, I stuff everything I was working on carelessly into my bag and run over to Camila who is staring into space.

"Camila, what is going on?" I say as I help her up from her seat.

"Nothing. Everything's fine, babe" she slurs.

"It sure doesn't look like it..." I say but she exits the room without a response.

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The rest of the day goes by and Camila comes up to me at lunch with a stack of papers in hand.

"Can you come with me to turn this in?" She says.

"Camila, there's like 20 applications, I doubt we'll have time" I exclaim as she rubs her tired eyes.

"There's actually 13" She corrects "And we will if we of now" She says pulling my arm and dragging me to the office to sign out.

We walk out to the parking lot and she heads towards her car but I move her into the direction of mine.

"what.. what are you doing my car is this way." Camila says.

"I think I'll drive. You need some rest. Just tell me where to go, rest your eyes until we get there, turn them in, repeat. Got it?" I tell her.

"Yup" she says hoping into the passenger seat "First stop, super market..." She says as she yawns and shuts her eyes.

I make my way to the market and notice she's curled up, sleeping like a baby in the front seat and I decide not to wake her and turn in the application myself. She needs all the rest she can get. I lightly open my car door, step out, and attempt to quietly shut it again in fear of waking my sleeping beauty and run in to the market with her application to turn in. I come back and find she's still passed out so i thumb through the applications and turn in every one of them with an address.

We arrive back at school just as I hear the bell signaling the end of lunch ring and I nudge Camila in the shoulder to wake her up.

"Camila, wake up" I loudly whisper. I can't be late, I'd get a detention so I step out, open her door, and unbuckle her seatbelt and attempt to carry her out until she wakes up.