The Project - Camren

My house or yours?

Lauren's P.O.V

I still can't believe it. I'm paired up to do a project which last for 6 weeks with my crush.  I have no idea how I'm suppose to control myself around her for so long. I could just about manage the 40 minutes that I had with her in media.

Right now I was sitting in the cafeteria with Dinah, Normani, Ally, Vero, Britney, Alexa, Luis, Austin and Brad. We were all talking about the part that is tomorrow and I was deciding whether or not to go. I could go to the party, get drunk and high and have sex, or I could spend my time with Camila. It's actually a hard decision believe it or not. Yes I have a crush on her but I'm in love with alcohol, drugs and sex. Now I'm going to choose love over like.

"I'm in." I say while taking a bite of my sandwich.

"Good, we thought we would have to get a replacement for you." Brad says and everyone laugh. I roll my eyes and lean my head back. I look up and was met with those breathtaking brown eyes. Her eyes were looking directly into mine and she gave me a shy smile, I didn't hesitate to return it. In that moment I was able to fully see everything that she was wearing. She had a flowery shirt on that exposed a bit of her stomach. She wore blue, high wasted jeans with black high heels. Her hair flowed perfectly over her shoulders.

 I never knew the difference between pretty and beautiful until this exact moment. It actually shocks me that she doesn't have a boyfriend because she is... Wait, I don't know if she has a boyfriend. What if she does and we hardly get to spend time together because she's always with him. Or what if when we do spend time together she always speaks about him and how 'perfect' he is.

I erase all those thoughts from my head as I watch her walk towards a table at the far end. As she was walking I got the perfect view of her ass. I had to bite my lip to make sure I didn't moan from the way that her hips swayed from side to side. If she gets me this hot and bothered just by walking I have no idea how I'm going to feel when we're all alone. I can already tell that these next 6 weeks are going to be the most interesting weeks of my life.

"Guys, I'm just going to go and see Camila quick about the assignment." I saw Dinah smirk and the rest of the group give a simple 'okay'. I made my way through the large crowed of people trying to find a seat. My palms were beginning to sweat and I couldn't help it. What do I even say to her? I approached the table, I say table but it was just a wooden desk thing. She looked up and had an nervous and almost shocked expression on her face.

"Hi Camila."

"Erm, hi Lauren?" Well this isn't at all awkward.

"I was wondering when we could hang out. I mean for the project." She probably doesn't even want to hang out with me, She'll probably be too busy with her boyfriend.

"I'm free pretty much all holiday. I don't have any plans, so whenever is good for you I guess." God she is so sweet. Her voice, damn don't even get me started.

"How about tonight?"

"Sure, where should we meet?"

"How about my house? No one is suppose to be in, so we won't have any distractions."

"Okay, should I meet you at your locker or you could send me you--" I cut her off immediately. "Meet me at my locker and I'll drive us.

"Ok, well i'll see you after school Lauren."

"Bye Camila."

The rest of the school went bye extremely quick and I was now waiting at my locker for Camila. I was getting more and more nervous the longer I waited for her. Camila Cabello was going to be in my house, and we was going to be alone, for hours. I saw her small frame walking towards me and I saw her give me a small, nervous smile. Was she feeling how I felt right now? No she couldn't be. She probably doesn't even like me and spent the whole day complaining about it. Or, what if she does but she's one of those people that plays hard to get. And what if she's been thinking about all the things that we could do when we're alone. Fuck, I need to stop thinking like this. She is going to make me go insane by the time school starts again.