Hate that I love you

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Camila may love the heat - the sun, being a Miami citizen for what seemed like her entire life, and it's just something she was used to.

However, Today was just one of those days when the heat of the sun was awfully almost unbearable as it relentlessly scorched down on her.

She hated the feeling of perspiration dribbling down her forehead and refused to even just raise her arms in fear that she reeked of sweat (which she totally was and she hated it) despite the fact that they were all in the same horrid situation.

The feeling was just as awful as having to wash the dishes. Not like she ever did — lucky her — but simply seeing all those foods mushed together like glob made her want to throw up right then and there. She pitied those helpers actually, but they didn't look as bothered as she was and she wondered how someone could finish the job without at least gagging at once like she does even with just the thought of it.

like, she was practically drenched of sweat and it's just ew.

All Camila ever wanted to do at that moment was flee away from the scene (like the majority of them wanted to), because it was just scorching hot and an ice bath sounded to be just right.

What's worse was that they'd have to actually get up and run laps. 

It was pure torture, and Camila was panting even before she could reach one. It was quite embarrassing especially when she noticed Lauren (who was like, really fucking athletic and fit) was now jogging right beside her with it being her second lap and didn't looked as Bedraggled as she was. In fact, she was enjoying this and Camila could only shot her a glare. 

Camila was back to being playful with her as soon as she realized Lauren had no recollection or whatsoever of the events a few days ago. She figured a Blackout was what had happened to her, and although an irrational part of her hoped she did, Camila had decided to push that thought as quick as it came to mind.

It took quite awhile to not act as awkward and tense as she felt when Lauren was being affectionate with her, even planned as far as ignoring her for just awhile so she could get her shit together, but that would've contradicted her purpose of not letting Lauren get any idea that something must've happened that led her to act this way towards her.

The older Latina may have noticed a few times, and she may have also asked what was going on with her because Camila was acting so weird — well, more than what she considered Camila's usual weirdness, anyway.

(And here Camila thought she was the best in concealing her emotions considering Lauren was still completely - hopefully -oblivious with her feelings.)

Lauren didn't dwell much on it for too long though and shrugged it off. She trusted Camila enough to tell her eventually if it was that important, and although she was concerned, she really couldn't do much. Perhaps, it was just one of those days again.

"It's not funny." Camila whined, seeing Lauren stifling her laughters for a reason that probably had to a lot with Camila's suffering or how ridiculous she looked at that moment. With the sweat on her forehead that cause her baby hairs to stick on her skin and her uniform looking like it was swallowing her entire form, Camila looked like the epitome of a mess. For a moment, Camila consciously wiped the perspiration off her forehead, her speed faltering before picking back up again so she could keep up with the athlete.

Though, Camila hated that she actually wanted to hear that laugh come out of those lips despite her outward reaction, and because Lauren was basically making fun of her.