Anchors •Camren•

16

"Lauren."

"Don't Dinah."

"Your phone's ringing again."

"I know."

"Do you know it's Camila?"

"I'm sure it is."

Lauren exhaled a deep breath as the vibrating of her phone subsided. She had been avoiding the younger girls calls and texts all week. She couldn't speak to her with these insecure thoughts swarming her brain. In all seriousness she couldn't see Camila seriously playing the raven haired girl like that, but the text was there.

Lauren was scared, no, terrified. She was terrified of fully investing herself and getting attached to Camila just to end up getting hurt in the end. This is what she had fought against all her life, she fought against love and all the pain it brought. She fought for so long only to be in the same situation she so fiercely avoided. Lauren built up the strongest walls to avoid this kind of hurt, she built walls so strong that she could hookup with meaningless girls. Sex was supposed to be the ultimate testament of love, but Lauren sailed through it with pleasure being her only goal, no attachments. So how did Camila make those walls crumble like they were nothing?

"You have so many voicemails from Mila." Dinah sighed as she relaxed back onto Lauren's bed.

"I know. I've listened to every single one," Lauren sighed as she stared at the blank ceiling.

"And?"

"They fucking kill me. She's crying and sounding so defeated in most of them, it honest to God kills me." Lauren's voice cracked at the end. She had done so much crying this week, she hadn't slept much, barely eaten. Dinah ended up staying the whole week she was so worried about her best friend.

"Why don't you call her? Or go to her? If it's killing you then you should do something about it. I hate seeing you both hurting." Dinah sighed as she played with the ends of her hair.

"You've seen her?"

"I needed to check to make sure she was alright, I've visited her at the music store a couple times. She asks about you." Dinah replied as she watched the tears well in Lauren's eyes for what felt like the millionth time in a matter of four days.

"I can't get into a situation where someone can hurt me. I can't do that." Lauren looked in the other direction as soon as she felt the first tear stain her cheek.

"Camila cares for you, she didn't want to hurt you. She still doesn't. You can't hide from her forever, you two are drawn to each other like magnets, you'll find each other soon enough."

"Well that doesn't have to be tonight."

"What?" Dinah scrunches her eyebrows at Lauren's reply.

"Let's go to the club."

"Lauren..."

"I need to get drunk. It's Friday lets have some fun, come on." Lauren jumped out of bed, immediately walking over to her closet. When the older girl turned to show her best friend a top Dinah immediately took notice of the heavy bags under her red eyes. Her skin looked paler than usual and the constant grin that sat on her face ever since she got close with Camila has vanished.

Lauren finally convinced the taller girl to get dressed and about a half hour later they were in the elevator. The older girl watched Dinah tap away on her phone but she just dismissed it, thinking Dinah was just texting her boyfriend.

By the time the green eyed girl got through the doors of the club she was itching for a drink, or more importantly, a distraction. She plopped down on a barstool and watched Dinah give her a sad smile before disappearing into the crowd and heading for the seating area in the back.