Secrets (A Camren Fanfic)

Chapter 8

I haven't heard from Camila since Sunday morning when I dropped her back off home. I've tried texting her but she hasn't responded. She didn't even turn up to school on Monday.

I've been worried that maybe she wasn't into me and me almost kissing her scared her off. Maybe it has something to do with the man that I'm guessing is her father.

Today is the day that our projects are due and I'm extremely nervous because I have no clue how the younger girl will act towards me.

The whole day I've been avoiding conversations from everyone including my best friend. I just don't want her to ask questions about Camila when I don't even know the answers myself.

Honestly I've never been more confused about anything than I am when it comes to Camila.

I like her but I'm not gay. I can't be gay. I can't understand how someone like her would even go for someone like me. I put her through hell with my homophobic remarks and relentless bullying but yet she still tries to see the best in me.

No one deserves her especially me. She's so unique and special but remains mysterious. I just want to know her more but at the same time I'm terrified to know more about her for fear of falling even more.

I'm snapped out of my trance by the bell and I reluctantly trudge my way to class. I notice Camila isn't here so I walk over to our shared table and sigh.

I look up at the door when I notice a limping Camila walking into class. The limp isn't extremely noticeable but it's there nonetheless.

"Hey.." I say wearily to the small girl.

She just nods and sits down slowly.

"Why are you limping?" I question curiously and worriedly.

"I fell down the stupid steps Sunday night. I swear I hate how clumsy I am." she breathes deeply and fumbles in her backpack for some papers.

I want to question her on why she's been ignoring me but I decide it would be best not to get into that topic, at least not at the moment.

"Okay class!" Mrs. Hernandez comes into the room gathering the attention of all the students. "Today your projects are due, I hope you're all done." She walks to the front of the room.

"Are you feeling confident in our project?" I question with a smirk but all I get from the girl is a nod in return.

"Camila come here a minute please?" I hear Mrs. Hernandez call out and I watch the younger girl as she gets up and goes to the teacher.

My heart breaks watching the younger girl as she limps to the teacher. I hate seeing her in pain and from the look of her best friend as she's watching her limp as well, I'm not the only one.

I never knew anyone could be as clumsy as Camila is. Her face contorts with pain every time she walks forward but finally she reached the front of the class.

I watch her intensely as she has an animated conversation with the teacher. I feel my heart flutter when I hear her laugh. I still can't believe how the younger girl can make me so hypnotized and entranced with her.

"What was that about?" I ask when the younger girl sits down.

"Just about the foster care that I volunteer at. Mrs. H volunteers there as well." she replies and for the first time today I see her smile. A real smile.

I always wondered why Mrs. H and Camila seemed so close and now I guess I can see why. I still can't help but wonder why someone will waste their time working when they don't get paid but if it makes Camila happy I won't complain.