Camila's POV
"Laur, wake up," I said, softly.
"No," Lauren groaned.
"Look, I know you don't want to, but your mom just called. She's worried and she wants you to come home as soon as possible," I explained.
"Well then tell her that I'm fine," Lauren suggested.
"Why can't you just tell her?" I argued.
"Because, I wanna sleep..." Lauren replied.
"Lauren, please," I groaned.
"Okay, fine," Lauren huffed. "Give me your phone."
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Lauren's POV
"You did what?" My mom exclaimed into the phone.
"He deserved it, okay? He was gonna rape my girlfriend, Mom!" I reasoned.
"Wait, what? That's not what Chris told me," My mom said, surprised.
I furrowed my eyebrows and sat up quickly.
"What the fuck did he tell you?" I asked immediately.
"He said that him and Camila were trying to talk about Shawn or something like that, I stopped listening for a second," I rolled my eyes.
"Can you please just tell me the rest?" I pleaded.
"Okay, okay. Anyway, he said that they were just having a normal conversation and then you came up out of nowhere and started hitting him." My mom finished.
"What? He's lying! I didn't even hurt him!" I exclaimed.
"Lauren, just calm down sweetheart. I'll talk to your brother about it and try to get the truth to come out of him, alright?"
"Okay." I nodded.
I looked up and saw Camila walking over to me.
She sat down next to me and smiled happily.
I looked down at her hands and noticed that she was holding something.
I looked back up at her and eyed her curiously.
"Hey, I gotta go. I'll call you back later, okay?" I said.
"Alright, love you."
"Love you too, bye Mom." I said, then instantly hung up.
"Okay, what is that?" I asked, pointing to what she was holding.
"It's a necklace," Camila replied, laughing.
"Can I see the necklace?" I chuckled.
"Mhm," Camila said. "Hold out your hand." Camila instructed.
I giggled and shook my head as I held out my right hand.
Camila smiled and gently placed the necklace in my hand.
I looked down at the necklace and picked it up with my other hand.
My mouth dropped open in shock.
"Camz, this is beautiful." I said in awe.
"You like it?" Camila asked nervously.
"I love it," I answered honestly.
"When did you get this?" I asked, curiously.
"I've had it forever. My mom gave it to me when I was like eight, and I've kept it ever since," Camila explained.
"A-And you're just going to give this to me?" I questioned.
"Mhm," Camila nodded, biting her lip.
"Camz, no. I-I can't take this," I said as I placed the necklace back in her hand.
"Yes, you can," Camila said.
"No, I can't. It's yours," I shook my head.
"It was mine, it's yours now. I want you to have it," Camila insisted.
"But, why?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.
"So you'll have something to remember me by," Camila said, shakily.
I stared at her confused.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, confused.
"Never mind," Camila shook her head.
"Just, take it. Please," Camila pleaded.
"Okay," I sighed.
Camila smiled again and stood up.
She stood behind me and put the necklace around my neck.
When she was done, she stood in front of me again and stared at me.
Camila smiled and reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.
"God, you're so beautiful," Camila complemented.
I blushed and looked down at the ground.
"Don't," Camila said as she grabbed my chin, making me look up at her.
"Camila?" I asked.
"Yeah?"
"I love you," I said, completely honestly.
Camila smiled widely.
"I love you too."
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