Gonna Get Better - Camren

Chapter 1

«Fuck, fuck, fuck...» I mumbled to myself, grabbing my The 1975 shirt and a pair of jeans on my way to the bathroom. First day of college and I'm already going to be late, what a great way to start the year! Lucky me, I showered before going to bed last night! I threw my shirt and jeans on before putting my hair in a messy bun and brushing my teeth in record time. I slipped on my Converse and grabbed my leather jacket before making my way out of my new apartment and locking it. I guess I'll just have to skip breakfast today.

As I jogged down the two last sets of stairs, I began to think of an excuse to tell my teacher for being late but I didn't find any believable one so I decided to just tell the truth, even if that means making a fool of myself before all my new classmates. I climbed into my car once I reached the parking lot situated just next to the building and started the ignition before reversing and making my way to school.

It was only a five minute drive and I still had a chance to make it on time if there wasn't any traffic. Of course, it would have been too easy that way and I ended up being ten minute late. I looked on my time table for the class I had to go to and took another five minutes to actually find it.

"Here we go" I whispered to myself before knocking lightly on the door.

"Come in" I heard a female voice on the other side of the door.

I entered the room shyly, closing the door behind me once I was in.

"Hello, I'm sorry for being late" I tried to avoid my classmates' intense gazes by looking at my teacher.

"Karla Cabello?" I nodded. "Please take your seat" she smiled at me.

I finally looked at the class in front of me in an attempt to find a seat I could take. At first I didn't see any but then I spotted one in the back row next to some brunette girl with her head hanging low.

I made my way towards her, trying to act as if I didn't notice that all eyes were on me. Well, almost. The only one that weren't looking at me were the one which belong to the mysterious girl in the back.

I sat down but the girl didn't even make a move to acknowledge my presence, I wonder if she even noticed, she seemed so deep in thoughts. The teacher quickly got the class' attention and continued with what she was talking about before I interrupted.

I turned my attention towards her as well, not preoccupying too much about the girl next to me, she didn't seem like she was up for a talk or anything so I let her be.

That was until I heard a sniffle coming from my right. I tried to ignore it at first but a second soon followed and I turned my head to see that the brunette girl was in fact crying. Trying to muffle it of course, but still crying. I didn't know what I was expected to do. I don't even know that girl's name, I didn't even see her face once but I couldn't let her cry without doing anything now that she knows I saw her, it would be rude.

So I decided to gently place my hand on her back, in an attempt to comfort her. She stopped breathing for a few seconds, probably startled by my move but she quickly let out a breath and seemed to calm down a bit. I smiled gently even though she couldn't see my face due to her long dark brown hair shielding hers.

I took off my hand of her back as to not overstep any boundaries and tried to turn my attention back to whatever the teacher was talking about. I couldn't concentrate though and it was a relief when the bell finally rang the end of class. I quickly gathered my things to leave but before I was able to even get up of my chair, I felt soft fingers wrapped around my wrist. I turned around to see the girl who was sitting next to me, still looking down so that I couldn't see her eyes but opening her mouth before closing, as if she wanted to say something but finally refrained from doing so. I waited a few seconds and she finally said, well whispered a simple "Thank you" before finally looking up and locking eyes with me.

They were red and puffy from crying but I could clearly see that her emerald orbs were breath-taking. She looked rather uncomfortable so I give her arm a gentle squeeze while smiling at her to let her know that it was okay. She let go of my wrist and smiled before gathering her own things and leaving the room.

I stood there like an idiot for a few seconds before finally making my way towards the door and exiting the room. My next class was on the opposite end of the building so I hurried up, not wanting to be late for the second time in less than two hours. On my first day.

To my surprise, I was one of the first to arrive, only three other students were there, each of them at a separate table. I looked at them quickly, it was not like I was expecting to see someone I knew but, to my surprise, again, I spotted the same girl I was sitting next to in my first class.

I figured I should as well sit next to her, instead of some random stranger. I mean, she still is basically a stranger to me but you get what I mean. At least, I've seen her before.

Once I reached the table she was sitting at, I stood next to the chair, not quite sure if I could take the seat. She might be waiting for a friend that wasn't in our first class or whatever. As soon as she saw me, she smiled shyly and nodded her head, letting me know that it was okay to sit there. I smiled back and took my seat, looking anywhere but at her.

I felt a light tap on my forearm that was resting on the table and turned my head towards the girl again. She was smiling but her eyes didn't seem to be able to lock with mine.

"I'm sorry I didn't even told you my name" she began before finally looking up at me "I'm Lauren."

"Camila"

She seemed quite surprised. Is my name really that weird?

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to seem that surprise, I love that name" she quickly reassured me "I just thought your name was Karla since that was how Mrs West called you..."

That explains everything.

"Oh" I simply said "Yeah well, my name is Karla Camila Cabello. My parents and my teachers usually call me Karla but I'd rather have my friends calling me Camila."

She had an even bigger smile on her face now and I couldn't deny that she was utterly beautiful.

"So you're telling me that I'm your friend?"

So that's where the smile came from.

"Well, I mean" I tried to come up with a valid excuse but couldn't find of any. What was the point in lying anyway? "We could be if you wanted to" I smiled.

"Sure" she answered simply, her bright smile never leaving her face. Her eyes were still puffy from her crying but she seemed to be doing a lot better and I smiled at the thought.

I was about to ask more about her but the teacher finally came in and I realized that the classroom was filled with students, animatedly talking to their neighbors or scribbling things on random pages.

I turned my attention to the teacher who was talking about what we were going to do along the year and so did Lauren.

It's amazing how just the fact of knowing her name made me smile. She seemed so shy when she talked that it was adorable. Did I mention she was beautiful? Well she is. She has the most beautiful emerald eyes in all the world and her whole face is just... I don't even know how to describe it. It won't be even close to what it is in real life. You can't understand until you've seen it.

Okay I really need to stop thinking about her and concentrate on the lesson if I want to get something out of this first year in college.

AN. Hope you enjoyed, I can't tell you when I'll be able to update but I'll try to be as quick as possible :) Until then, see you later suckers!