This Isn't Love ➳ Camila/You

Chapter Eight

"How's it feel to be committed to one person for the rest of your life?" Y/N scooted her chair closer to Lauren, the raven-haired girl finished her beer, taking a second to clear her throat.

"Camila is perfect, don't get me wrong but we have our issues. I feel like I have to walk on eggshells sometimes, it's so easy to ruin what we have." Lauren toyed with the empty bottle in her hands, Y/N raised an eyebrow, leaning a bit forward.

"Oh, what kind of issues?" Y/N grabbed her beer, handing it over to Lauren, receiving a nod of gratitude. Lauren opened the second bottle, waving it around as she spoke.

"She can be sensitive-Woah!"

Camila circled around from the porch, successfully fulfilling her scare attempt. Y/N clutched her chest, laughing the fear off but Lauren groaned - looking at the beer bottle she'd dropped. Camila's smile twisted into a frown when Lauren shot up from the chair, bending down to drunkenly pick up the shards of glass.

"Very funny, Camz. Now I've got to clean this shit up." Lauren muttered, Y/N rushed to stop her, preventing her drunk friend from getting hurt.

She pulled on Lauren's arm, "Laur, I'll clean it tomorrow." Y/N tried to reason with her but Lauren shoved her back, going over to confront Camila.

Y/N observed their interaction, ready to intervene if necessary. Lauren continued to stare her wife down. Camila's shoulders nervously raised, her body stiffened. When Lauren reached over to grab Camila's arm, she submitted, letting Lauren drag her forward.

"I was talking to Y/N and you ruined our conversation! Why do you have to ruin everything?" Lauren's other hand clenched, her voice deepened in aggravation. She began to pull Camila in the direction of their house but Y/N stepped in, removing Lauren's grip on the brunette's arm.

"Don't speak to Camila that way. You'll regret it tomorrow if you can even remember what you've said." Y/N moved between both girls, keeping Camila behind her. Lauren focused her angry gaze on Y/N, receiving one in return.

"Go inside, Mila." Y/N softly directed her friend, not breaking eye contact with Lauren. Camila stepped away, disappearing into the house. Immediately, Lauren lunged forward to wrap a hand around Y/N's neck. Y/N grinned, forcefully breaking out of Lauren's hold.

"How cute, we've almost fought before remember?" She got in Lauren's face, recalling their last confrontation.

Lauren gulped, refusing to step back, "You looked fucking scared, you still do." Y/N ignored Lauren's futile efforts to come across as intimidating, watching as Lauren turned on her heel to walk home.

"If you loved Camila, you wouldn't disrespect her. Sober or not." Y/N followed behind her. Lauren stopped in her tracks, whipping back to face her friend.

"I'm going to take criticism from you?" Lauren sardonically laughed, running a hand through her hair.

"You treated her like shit! She came crying to me, you're no better." Y/N grimaced at Lauren's words, whether it was her breath reeking of alcohol or the memory of her mistakes causing the expression, she didn't know.

"I married her! She chose me. She's mine." Lauren emphasized her point and Y/N continued to rile her up, "Don't forget, I was her first kiss. I was her first time. I was her first love!"

"I will always be superior to you. I'm the one who made a living for myself, you're still living off of your parents' money!" Y/N precisely picked at Lauren's insecurities,

"I can't believe Camila chose to be with an uneducated-" Lauren grabbed a fistful of Y/N's shirt, preventing her from finishing her sentence. Y/N hid a smile behind her stony expression, this was it.