stubborn love [c.l]

3.

The girl with long brunette hair looked at her uniform covered up of mayonnaise. Shawn, who had remained behind the newcomer, took a few steps in their direction and shook his head, annoyed.

"It seems that today is not your lucky day, Brooke." Shawn said with regret.

"I-I ... I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose."

"Do you really think I will be able to go around in this state?" Camila said in a voice as cold as ice.

"N-no, of course not." Allyson shook her head. "I'm sorry, I ... I will pay the laundry." She said.

"The laundry?" Asked the rhetorical Latin. "And you think I would wear it again after this?"

Ally shook her head and gave a pleading look at Ariana.

The other cheerleader put a hand on her friend's shoulder.

"That's enough." She said. "Hernandez apologized, it was an accident, now go to class."

Camila instead looked at the small girl "You're lucky." She said passing next to her. "There is always Ariana to defend yourself, let's go Mendes." Then, without another word, she walked toward the exit.

Lauren looked at them, before leaving, she picked up the tray that had fallen to the ground, she felt very confused, and it was not a feeling that she liked.

She didn't understand the reason for all of that: at first glance Camila had not seemed so bad, how could such a beautiful girl be so mean?

"I do not understand anything!" She exclaimed in exasperation, as she tried to figure out which way she had to go.

She knew only one thing: that first day of school was the most eventful of her whole life.

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Camila pushed hard the heavy metal door, coming out in the large courtyard of the school. Even that week had ended, she could now think of a beautiful weekend. She would never have admitted it to anyone, but she liked to study.

After all, her father was a successful doctor, he had made many sacrifices in his life.

Being a Cabello was not easy: everyone, friends and relatives, they expected something from her. She came from a very wealthy family.

Her abuelo had worked hard to allow his uncles and his father to study.

And now that weight bore down upon her, she could not afford to do less than the others.

Her grades had to be high, the conduct impeccable and her commitment to extracurricular activities to the fullest.

Her father was not aware of the appointment that hung on the daughter, he did not know how many people knewn her for being too 'intimately', he couldn't know how bitchy her baby was.

But she loved him, Camila Cabello loved his father with all of her being. He was her hero, her savior, the kind of man who would have wanted at her side for life, and for this reason she would do nothing to make him suffer.

What the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't grieve over.

With a sigh she opened the passenger door and threw the bag on the seat, before closing it with too much force.

When she suddenly stopped.

She saw the new girl speak to ... whatever his name was, Abel? Austin? Alex? Yes, he was Alex.

She found herself thinking, as she ran her eyes over the girl's profile, before she shook her head.

"What the hell's the matter Cabello?" She asked to herself putting the keys in the ignition, ready to rush home to clear her thoughts. "I definitely need a shower." She muttered as she left.

She didn't want to admit it, but that girl was pretty damn hot.

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