Hate that I love you

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Camila remembered.

It took quite awhile for her to retrieve the memory the moment she woke up and the sunlight that peeked through her curtains blinded her, cursing out loud as her head throbbed. She didn't know how long she laid awake on her bed idly staring at the ceiling as memories of last night flashes before her eyes little by little, it was quite vague, but enough that she'd just have to put two and two together to understand what leaded up to her current state.

Camila was staring at her reflection in the mirror as she glared at her forehead pimple, poking at it when another memory flashes before her.

Almost kiss. Lauren's disgusted expression. Rejection.

Shit.

Camila blinked rapidly, stepped back from the mirror as her eyes widened in disbelief. No way. Camila groaned and covered her face with her hands, cussing at herself for her stupidity and carelessness.

She decided them that she'd be laying off of alcohol and parties. It just never turns out well for her (maybe aside from the fact that she got to kiss her crush, but that still had a consequence if Lauren ever remembers.)

A small part of her was kind of hoping she wouldn't remember any of those, knowing she'd get herself in some kind of a predicament whenever she was not in the right state of mind. Or that it was just all a dream.

Fear crept up to her for her actions nevertheless, feeling a nagging premonition that something terrible was going to happen and she didn't like it one bit. It kept her restless the whole night, tossing and turning and hoping.

But then She knew her gut feeling was right seeing Lauren barely acknowledged her in homeroom the next day and greeted her without that usual smile on her face that reached her eyes and there wasn't that spark in her green orbs Camila oftentimes sees. She hated that she was right.

She didn't like it one bit because Lauren prompted in sitting beside this Brad guy in chemistry without even much of giving her a glance. Brad immediately had his hand resting on Lauren's thigh as she sat down, leaning in to whisper seductively in her ear, and Lauren laughed and didn't seem to care that he was basically groping her in public. The sight made Camila's blood boil, but all she could really do was shoot daggers at the back of his stupid mophead. Like, what the fuck? Lauren had never been too keen with PDA, but then Brad swoops in and she suddenly is okay with it? Camila grumbled silently

She hated it.. because she was actually sort of hoping Lauren would come by in the library at lunch and accompany her— only to be disappointed at the end. But the fault was on her side for hoping like a fool.

However, Camila decided not too think too much of it. She tried to convince herself that she didn't just jeopardize their whole friendship because of a drunken mistake (even if she technically just did). Lauren had other friends, she wasn't her first priority, so this should be a normalcy to her.  And It wasn't like Lauren hangs out with her everyday. Right?

(but then again, Lauren also doesn't ignore her entire existence either, not even when she knew Camila needed space and would still sit by her in the classes they shared, wave at her in the hallways, but today she did none of it. Nada.
So yes, that definitely says something)

"Aren't they adorable?" A voice chirped beside her, loud cheers followed as their team made a score on the left court and the same voice shrieked in excitement as well. Camila, curious, casted a glance of where she thought whence the source is and was greeted with a grinning short blonde.