The whole weekend I avoided Brad's excessive amounts calls, texts and voicemails. He's even tried coming over to my house but after Friday, I don't know what to do. I couldn't even bring myself to go and get my car, I had Normani do it for me.
I can't begin to describe the way I felt waking up on Saturday and having to relive that. I hid myself in my room all day ashamed of myself for letting him do that. I felt disgusting, like for him I was nothing but a toy. I felt pathetic that I couldn't even defend myself and that if it weren't for a girl, who hates me and has every reason to, I would've been assaulted.
Obviously he was drunk, I know he wouldn't hurt me if he were sober but I can't just forget about what happened. He almost raped me. He would've raped me if it weren't for Camila Cabello.
Honestly, all weekend she's all I could think about. I don't understand why she would go through all this trouble to protect me after everything I've done.
She could've left me upstairs but she didn't. She could've let me drive home drunk but she didn't. She could've took me to my own house and let me get yelled at for being so drunk but she didn't.
I also couldn't stop thinking about her lips. I thought maybe it was just the alcohol in my system that caused me to be attracted to her but even after I became sober I still wanted to know how it felt to have my lips pressed against hers.
I quickly push those thoughts away. I can't like her, I can never be attracted to another female, let alone the girl who I bully in school.
I sigh and look at the clock.
7:15.
I have to get ready for school. I am dreading this. Not only will I have to face Brad, I'll have to thank Camila for what she did. I am not looking forward to that part.
I roll out of bed, shower, brush my teeth and get dressed.
7:45
I grab a bagel from the table and give my mom and younger sister a kiss on the forehead. My father and brother must have left already.
"Bye mami! Bye Taylor!" I call out as I jog outside and straight to my car.
I take a deep breath, composing myself once I pull up to the school.
I walk out and as soon as I do that I'm greeted by an eager looking Brad and red roses.
"Please let me explain" he begs and hands me the roses. I sniff them and smile lightly. No one has ever gotten me flowers before.
"Brad I don't want to hear your excuses. What happened, happened. I don't think I can be with you after that." I sigh and glance at him apologetically.
"I was drunk baby" I cringe at the name but allow him to continue speaking.
"I didn't know what I was doing. I am so sorry I swear I would never hurt you. I won't even drink if you are around just please give me a second chance? I love you Lauren" he pleads and my eyes go wide. He's never said the L word before.
"Yeah okay." I reply, not wanting to say I love you back because I know it wasn't true. I don't want to be with him but I need a distraction from the Camila girl and he's the best choice.
Well, that's debatable but I trust that he wouldn't make the same mistake twice. I know it's wrong to use him when I know I don't love him but maybe one day I will. Anything is better than admitting that I have a slight attraction towards another girl. Not even just any girl but Camila fucking Cabello. The queer of the year.
"Does this mean I'm forgiven?" he smiles and takes a step closer to me.
"You're on probation" I wink and turn away from him as I search for Normani.
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Secrets (A Camren Fanfic)
FanfictionLauren Jauregui is the school bully. She's hot, popular, rich. She has everything going for her, or so it seems. Camila Cabello is the school queer. She gets relentlessly teased for her sexuality at school but her home life is a lot worse. What wo...