Anchors •Camren•

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"You're so whipped," Dinah deeply chuckles as she looks over at Lauren who simply huffs in response.

"You're crazy as fuck if you think I like that girl." Lauren retorts as she sprawls out on the couch in Dinah's rundown apartment. Although they lived across the street from each other Lauren was rarely in Dinah's apartment. The younger girl always came over to Lauren's to escape her boyfriend.

"Deny it all you want Jauregui, but I know."

"Oh how do you know?" Lauren retorts with an over exaggerated eye roll.

Dinah sits up, excited to share her findings. Lauren watches the girl pull up her sweater to cover the fresh marks on her shoulder, causing Lauren to twinge in anger.

Their gazes connect and Dinah instantly notices the angry look in her eyes. "Laur..."

"Don't try to make excuses for him." Lauren seethes through her teeth as she jumps up and begins pacing around the small living room.

"I'm not making excuses for the man I love."

"That love is bull shit," Lauren turns and almost laughs menacingly. "If Chance loved you then he wouldn't fucking hit you. There wouldn't be fresh marks on your fucking shoulder where he grabbed you too hard. He doesn't fucking deserve you Dinah, he shouldn't hurt you." Lauren snaps for about the billionth time over this worn out subject, sighing before plopping back down on the couch.

"You leave marks on girls all the time, he just got a little rough last night," Dinah tries to excuse the matter.

"Fingertip bruises on their hips and hickies big deal, everyone likes that. I don't fucking punch them like that prick you associate yourself with."

"Chance has done a lot for me...and you."

Lauren rolls her eyes, she doesn't need money, the dickhead just likes to throw that stuff around.

"Now stop getting angry, let's talk about your little crush," Dinah changes the subject in a high pitched baby voice.

"It's not a god damn crush."

"You didn't go home with anyone last night." Dinah states the obvious with a cocked brow.

Lauren gives her a confused look. "So? I can't help it there was barely any action there." She mumbles as she plays with the ripped material of her jeans.

"Oh bull shit there were so many girls flirting with you and all you did was brush them to the side. You like Camilla."

"It's fucking Camila." Lauren retorts as anger boils inside of her from the wrong pronunciation of that beautiful name.

Dinah raises a knowing brow before she chuckles in victory.

"Fuck off Dinah. And stop talking about the girl she's not important."

"Well good, because you'll be seeing her tonight."

"What?" Lauren whips her head around to face her, with a look of pure bewilderment.

"I might have arranged a little something." Dinah smirks.

Meanwhile in an apartment not so far away, Camila restlessly fought against the tight grip Normani had on her wrist.

"Mani no," The smaller girl squirmed in her grip as she tried to escape back to the confines of her bedroom. "It's Friday night why can't you leave me alone."

"Dinah wants to go out to eat!"

"Why're you trying so hard to be her friend." Camila sighs as she feels the death grip loosening.