Should've Been Us (Camren)

IX

Camila's POV

Things have been going very well for me. Since Lauren asked me to be hers and professed her love for me, I've been on top of the world. Not a single unhappy thought plagued my mind. It was a typical day at work for me, we were slammed due to people on their morning commute to work or school. As usual, the employees were pumping out drinks like nobody's business and I was assisting at the cash register. Looking down deep in thought about a task I needed to complete later, I greeted the next customer. When I looked up, I made eye contact with a pair of chocolate eyes I used to know so well.

I stood there frozen, my face devoid of any color. I was unsure of how to form a coherent thought, let alone sentence. "S-Sasha?  Wha-? How?" I babbled idiotically. A smile formed on her perfect lips. "I wanted to surprise you! I'm in the process of moving back to the states!" The woman beamed. "What about school? Did you quit?" I successfully choked out. "No, I actually doubled up on course work so I could finish school faster. That's why I haven't contacted you since... You know. I wanted to make sure I wouldn't have any distractions while I achieved my goals."

Subconsciously, I rolled my eyes at her. Of course she took on extra work, forever an obnoxious overachiever. And what is this shit, she thinks I'm a distraction? "Look, I can't do this right now, I've got work to do. Now if you'll excu-" Sasha interrupted before I could finish my sentence and run away. "Wait, can we at least talk? After your shift, you know?" I crossed my arms over my chest. "I guess." I grumbled at her. With my arms still folded in annoyance I glared at her. "Are you going to go or?" Sasha took my rude behavior well and chuckled. "I never did order!" I mumbled under my breath for a moment. "Okay, what do you want?"

Damn, I was being rude. She continued to smile through it all. "I'll have a grande hazelnut latte, please." Sending the order in, I abruptly left my position behind the cash register to hide in the break room. Why does nothing good happen to me? Lauren finally gives me the chance I've been wanting, then Sasha has to come waltzing in to confuse me. I was dreading the end of my shift more than anything, because I didn't want to face her. I'm not so sure I want to hear how amazing her life has been so far, and what accomplishments she has made. The last thing I need is a reminder that I'm a fucking loser.

She came at the worst possible time, in my opinion. I'm not scheduled to be off for a few more hours, and the woman I once loved opted to chill at a table in the back of the building. For the rest of my shift, I was severely on edge. My coworkers seemed to notice, and they suggested that I should leave a little early. After I was convinced they could handle things on their own, I reluctantly clocked out, and made my way over to the table Sasha occupied. "Let's go." I ordered and she rose from the table, following behind.

We headed in the direction of a nearby bar. Lord knows I need a drink or ten right about now. "So what have you been up to all these years?" Sasha queried. "You were just looking at it." This woman was annoying the shit out of me. All I wanted to do was get this talk over with so I can go be with my Lauren. God, it felt so good to call her mine. The thought of her brought a smile to my face. The smile left as quick as it came when Sasha asked me another question. "What happened with school?" Why does everyone have to ask that? "I quit." I answered shortly. "Why?" She pried further.

"Oh my God what is with these fucking questions?" I shouted, causing passersby to look on curiously. "Sorry, I thought we were going to be catching up?" We finally reached the bar, pushing the door open I stepped inside. Not even bothering to hold the door open for Sasha. I heard a thump and a grunt behind me as the swung closed into her body. Slipping into a booth, I ran a hand through my waves. "Really Camila? A bar at eleven in the morning?" Sasha quirked an eyebrow as she approached the booth. I shot her a menacing look, before rattling off my drink order to the server.