Tessellate (Camren/you)

Prologue

You're 21, you're in college and you're currently at the library, studying for an upcoming test.

No one bothers you, except for maybe your best friend Ally Brooke, but the tiny girl currently is not around, so you're free to do whatever you'd like, without being nagged about it by her.

You smile, because at the other end of the library, you can see Camila Cabello sitting, the Latina you've been crushing on for the past two months. She's lovely, she captivates you – and you haven't even spoken to her.

You know that if Ally would be here with you now, that she'd surely egg you on to go and talk to her. But as so many times before, you would refuse and just smile. You didn't need to talk to her to admire her beauty, to know that also her soul is extraordinary.

So you settle for just watching for afar, and that is okay, because you wouldn't get very far by talking to her anyway. Your experience is literally zero, and it doesn't even bother you. It never has. You've always been a patient person, and you knew your time would come.

College is your first priority anyway.

And Camila Cabello deserves someone who can offer her something.

**

"Still studying for that test?" Ally asks you when she finally joins you.

"Yes," you mumble, your eyes locked onto the papers in front of you. The test you're having tomorrow is on Spanish vocab – advanced vocab – but you know most of the words. You're just trying to relieve your mind a little from the stress on having to take a test. You don't know why you stress though, you have Spanish relatives and it comes easy to you.

"Silly Y/N." Ally giggles before she, too, takes out one of her books and flips it open. But you're not paying attention. Someone else has joined you at the table.

"Hey, Als," A husky voice greets the smaller of the two – well, now three – without even glancing at you.

"Lauren!" The small girl squeals. "Come, join us."

You narrow your eyes as you watch Ally, knowing that she surely knows how much you are against Lauren joining them for their study session – as the raven haired girl would not be studying. No, she would be gushing about some party and her sexual escapades on said party. And surely she would be planning another party, and you would be stuck arranging booze for the party, since you're legally allowed to drink and buy it.

You would proceed to talk down to Lauren and she would to you.

So you ignore their conversation and proceed to revise the vocabulary that you already know by heart.

"So, Y/N, coming to the party tonight?" Lauren finally asks you, and you close your eyes, because you know what's coming next. But before you or she can say anything, Ally stands up and leaves them with goodbyes and promises of a good time at the party tonight – because yes, you are going and Ally had ensured that you would a long time ago.

Your eyes revert back to the papers in front of you so you don't have to see Lauren Jauregui's smug smirk on her face, and you wish you could wipe it off her face for once and for all, doing yourself and everyone a favour. But instead, you attempt to ignore her, as you always do.

"Camila is going to be there." Lauren says, which immediately gets your full attention. You narrow your eyes at her once more.

"I don't know why that is of any importance." You say politely, trying to keep the tremors out of your voice. Because God, you're so nervous all of a sudden. The only one who knows that you have a crush on Camila Cabello is Ally. And she wouldn't tell.

"Please. I see you staring at her during Spanish Literature."

Ah yes, you remember that indeed, every time you have Spanish Literature, you find yourself captivated by Camila Cabello as she passionately speaks about the books that you've been reading for your class. But you don't remember seeing Lauren Jauregui there. Ever.

"I didn't know you have that class with me." You say then, trying to steer clear of the actual subject of the conversation; your not so subtle crush on the loveliest person at this college.

"That's because you don't pay attention to the other people in the room, Y/N." Lauren scoffs, and you bite your tongue.

"I hooked up with her once." Lauren continues with a smirks. "She's feisty. I don't think you could ever handle her, Y/N, with being a virgin and all."

You close your eyes and press your fingers against your temples, willing yourself to just let it slide, to just walk up and go away. To not slap your palm across the raven haired's face, not even wanting to know how she would know that you're a virgin – except if Ally actually told her, but Lauren's next action eliminates that option altogether.

She actually gasps, as if she's ecstatic, while you clearly aren't. You're mortified and your eyes shoot open and peer around nervously, hoping that nobody in your near vicinity can hear the ongoing conversation.

"So you are a virgin!"

You hush her right away. Because that is private. And you don't like Lauren babbling about it as she babbles about her sex escapades all the time.

"Could you please keep that to yourself, Lauren," You ask her quietly, your eyes pleading her forcefully. She simply smiles and God, you hate her right now. You never liked her, but right now you downright hate her, and you wonder why on earth someone like Camila Cabello would sleep with someone like Lauren Jauregui, but it is not the first time that the ways of the world baffle you.

"I like you, Y/N. I mean, you always bring booze to my parties even though you don't like me and you're not in any way obligated to do so. Yet you do it." Lauren's smug smirk is still present and once more contemplate wiping it off her face forcefully.

"So I'll help you."

You blink, thoroughly confused. Help? With what?

"I'll help you score Camila Cabello. As I've said, I slept with her before – so I'll teach you. I'll teach you what a woman likes, but specifically what Camila likes. I mean, I assume you know a thing or two, being a woman... Or maybe not..."

The girl was thinking out loud now, and you simply stare, your mouth agape. Seriously?

"Could you please stop talking? Because there is no way in hell that I would ever, ever, ever hook up with you." You say haughtily, your eyes now filled with anger as Lauren still regards you with amusement in her eyes.

"Think about it. Because while you wallow in your inexperienced crushing, there's a few people trying to win her heart over."

She stands up with those words and you follow her with your eyes.

"And don't forget the booze."

And it's certain, you hate her.

**

A/N: Soooo, thanks for the prompt, whoever posted it. Also posted it on 5HFF. The song for this fic is Tessellate by Alt-J, go listen to it! Same questions:

one: G!p or nah?

two: what do you want to see happen?

three: song suggestions?

Or not continue at all?