Lauren went home that day, angry as hell. She immediately grabbed her guitar, slamming it against the wall in her bedroom. She took all of her photos, ripping them up and spreading them all over. She came across one picture in particular, a picture of her on her birthday the previous year, with her baby cousin on her lap as she was sitting in her wheelchair. She looked in the corner of the room, seeing as the wheelchair was still there. All of these horrible memories came rushing back.
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Lauren walked out of that bedroom that night, grabbing her clothes and her car keys. She was black out drunk at this point. But all she could think about was how Camila lied.
She never told her family they were together, probably none of her friends. She never wanted to show any sort of affection in public with people in their surroundings. It was as if the entire relationship wad so one-sided. Lauren was going to tell Camila she loved her that night, after their intimate time.
But Camila ruined it. Camila acted as if it was the most horrible thing to be with such a person as Lauren. The look on her face when she lied to that boy in the room was of pure disgust.
As Lauren was thinking, she started driving. She thought about almost every single moment within the relationship, until she took a sharp turn on the road, swerving into another car.
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"She hates me."
"You don't know that." Dinah pointed out, looking at her friend Camila. "Trust me, I highly doubt she actually hates you. Lauren would always put on an expression in which she seemed unreachable. I know her. I have known her since we were kids."
The two were currently sitting in their study hall classroom the next day. Lauren was nowhere to be found, and there was not one person willing to look for her.
"D, I literally dated her for almost a year, without being fully committed, I hid our relationship from the world, I fucking had sex with her and lied, as if she raped me or something. I left her there hurt and violated and used. I would hate me too." Camila said softly, looking down at her fingers.
Ashton was sitting in front of Dinah, but turned around just to look at Camila. "I think you should try to talk to her one more time." He cut in, obviously listening to the entire conversation. "Mila, we all know you're gay. You dress like a fuckboy and have clexa manips all over your camera roll. Honestly, none of us mind. It was kind of sad that you thought we did. Go talk to Bean, I mean Lauren." He said before returning to his schoolwork.
Did everyone honestly know that Camila liked girls? Was it that obvious? Whatever, Camila took Ashton's advice.
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It was around seven o'clock that evening and Camila decided to take a ride to Lauren's house. Unfortunately, Lauren had moved in the past two years. So Camila had asked around, and had finally gotten the information she needed from some nosy ass freshmans.
She stood at Lauren's front porch for a moment, not knowing what to say. She sighed, crossing her heart and knocking on the door gently. She immediately stiffened when she saw an older man answer the door. It was just Mike.
"Camila? Is that you?" Michael Jauregui asked. "I haven't seen you in a while..." He said with a small grin. "Love the new style, by the way."
Camila was extremely confused. She wasn't sure why Lauren's father was being so nice to her, but she missed being welcomed by this family.
"This is quite unexpected considering the circumstances. Would you like to com-"
"You can leave." Mike was cut off by his wife, standing behind him, having full sight of Camila. "Miss Cabello, you have already made a reputation for yourself in this house. My daughter is not home, she is at physical therapy, for the accident that was caused by you. Don't come back to this house ever again. If I see your face again, I will call the police. And I will get a restraining order."
Clara inched closer to Camila, her husband now moved out of the way.
"My daughter had only started walking again three months ago, stuck in a wheelchair for about two years. She had been through many counseling sessions and anger management classes. Now, if you weren't such a... what do you kids say... pussy ass mamba, none of this would have happened. Now leave, I am not asking, I am demanding it."
Camila looked down at her feet after Clara's speech, nodding slightly. She didn't think that what she did was this serious, but she knows now.
"Could you tell her I stopped by?" She asked the mother, hope lingering in her eyes.
"I will not." Clara said firmly, slamming the door in the young girl's face.
Camila nodded, her breath becoming uneven. "Alright."
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Oh my god I haven't updated in almost a year because i forgot about this story rip. It's not like anyone reads it anyways but heres a short update.
