Limerence (camren)

CHAPTER THREE

Camila watched how the raven haired girl tossed her head back. Grey circles of smoke left her plump pink lips, vanishing into thin air.

Camila leant against a brick wall next to the school. The wall protected Lauren from the eyes of her mother, whom would arrive any second now.

"Lauren, can I ask you something?"

Lauren smiled. "Isn't that what you're doing already?"

She couldn't help but smile about the cheesy comment.

"Why do you smoke?" Camila asked silently, watching the girl's lips turn into a smile.

"Why don't you?" She fired back, raising her eyebrows.

Camila crossed her arms. "Well, obviously because it's bad for your health."

Lauren watched the girl with an amused smile.

"Living is bad for your health. So why not grand myself one thing I like in the process? We're all going to die anyway." She said with a shrug.

"We breath in all sorts of shit our engines and fabrics produce everyday. Yet, people worry about this little stick between my teeth."

Camila didn't really know how to respond to this. For starters, she was shocked to hear Lauren Jauregui say the word shit. It was so unlike her. Second, she had no idea perfect Miss Jauregui smoked before this.

"Having a smoke is the least of world's problems." She said finally, tossing her burned cigarette on the concrete floor.

Camila had never heard the girl talk so much. Neither had she ever seen the girl talk this much to anyone . Everything she said seemed thought through, she seemed to be prepared for any question.

She sure as hell didn't like smoking, but Lauren's explanation almost made it seem logical. If this was something she chose to do, it was okay.

Plus, she couldn't deny that it looked really good on the older girl.

"Does it comfort you that it takes me two weeks to finish one package?"

Why would she ask?

"You can do whatever you want. You don't need to explain yourself." she said with a smile.

Camila watched as Lauren took a mint out of her pocket.

"Can't have my mother smelling smoke on me, can I?" She asked with a wink as she released her hair from the ponytail she made before smoking.

Lauren stroked her hair and Camila's nostrils filled with an ambrosial scent. Lauren's mother wouldn't smell any smoke on her. That was for sure.

"She's late." Lauren stated.

"Surprising, seen the fact that the bell has already rang and that could mean I'd be doing God knows what."

"Is she really that strict?" Camila asked with a frown.

"She's just very... Protecting."

Camila wondered what exactly that meant.

The girls left Lauren's little hiding place and walked to the school gate.

"Lauren, where have you been?" A stern voice sounded.

Camila turned her face towards the sound and found a face that resembled Lauren's. Clearly her mother.