Revenge

Chapter 3

After the game, everyone went straight to Zayn's house to continue on with their celebration.

Seeing Lauren being slapped in the face like it was usual really ticked off Camila, but mainly worried her about the reality of her neighbors "good life".

The small girl was now accompanied by a bigger group than usual. Harry introduced Louis as his friend before taking shots with everyone, then the two disappearing off upstairs together.

Camila downed three small glasses before the back of her throat went numb, remembering how much of a lightweight she was. Dinah occupied the dance floor with Normani while Ally drunkenly lectured the stoners about safe sex due her own mother-like personality.

Camila was pulled from group to group as she roamed the house with a beer bottle full of water in her hand, hoping that if anyone offered her a drink, she could just play it off.

She was amazed with how many people fit into the house and realized that it was three times the size as her old one. The entire downstairs was a dance floor for the horny teens while the backyard was open to swimming, trampoline use, and surprisingly a small sized half-pipe. Guys used the ping pong tables for a beer pong tournament that had a small crowd, and the jacuzzi was for the cliche truth or dare game that would end in girls making out.

Upstairs held the traditional make-out spots against the walls while people threw up in the bathroom, and loud drunk sex occupied the actual bedrooms. Camila wasn't new to the scene, but she wasn't enjoying herself like she normally would.

When she escaped to the master bedroom that was clearly off limits, she just couldn't help but take advantage of the open and quiet space. The lights were dark, only the outdoor pool illuminating the balcony coming from the grand doors where she stood.

She recognized the single body leaning over the railing, taking all her courage to join them outside.

"Hey," Camila quietly said.

"Oh hey Camz," The green eyed girl turned around trying her best to smile. "What are you doing up here? It's off limits."

"I could ask you the same then," She shrugged.

"I love parties, don't get me wrong." Lauren leaned back over the railing to look down at her peers, "But it gets old sometimes. Everyone just gets drunk every weekend and the night usually ends with guys fighting, girls puking, and someone yelling that the cops are coming."

"Then why are you here? You know, if somethings boring sometimes people don't go out of their way to go through it again." Camila sarcastically said, nudging the taller girl as she stood next to her.

"I have to come. Everyone expects me to be here after we win a game, plus someone needs to be sober enough to take care of people if something happens." Lauren shrugged as she held up a vodka bottle, taking a gulp from it. "But tonight I want to let loose because I fucking I won. One goal, one assist, and the winning penalty shot. Me."

Camila was stunned with how drunk Lauren could be even though she still held herself up like normal.

Lauren held her bottle up to cheer with Camila's, before the two took swigs of their own drinks.

"You did really well today though. Being there made me feel like I was watching the World Cup or something."

"Yea, people over hype it a lot." Lauren blushed, turning to her side to look at Camila. "When you see me, what do you think?"

"What?" Camila scoffed out at the random question.

"Like- When you see me first thing in the morning on my driveway or down the halls at school," Lauren restated, almost slurring her words. "What comes to your mind?"