Limerence (camren)

CHAPTER SEVEN

Lauren hated herself.

She hated herself so damn much.

She had the younger girl pushed up against her door and her thoughts were filled with the desire she had always felt towards her. Hungry and ever consuming. Her heart was bursting now that it finally got what it wanted. But her mind was also filled with guilt. It was nagging in the back of her head, eating her from the inside. Begging to be heard.

Lauren knew what she was doing, she knew it damn well. She knew why she was doing it too. It was because of this exact feeling.

The tingling feeling in her chest that kept crushing in like warm waves. Again and again, it was addictive, like a drug that she could never stop craving.

She also knew that she shouldn't have involved Camila in her mess. But she needed this, she really did.

But Camila didn't, Camila was perfect.

Lauren broke contact with Camila's lips, panting slightly, her eyes wide. She turned her back on the smaller girl and rubbed her temples with her thumb and index finger.

She felt a warm hand on her shoulder. "Lauren I..." Camila started, her voice small.

"Don't.." Lauren said to her.

"I'm sorry. This shouldn't have happened." She said quietly, still not facing Camila.

"I.. Don't know what to say..." Camila said, her cheeks were red and she looked ashamed.

"Just.. I think it's for the best if you go home. I'll see you around ok?" Lauren said to the girl.

She finally turned around and studied the brunettes face. Camila was beautiful, she truly was. Her lips were swollen from Lauren's sudden attack, the little lipstick that she had worn now smeared across her cheeks. Camila stared up at her, pupils wide. It took Lauren all her self-restraint to not kiss her again.

Camila lowered her gaze to the ground.

Lauren wasn't sure if she was dilusional or if she really did see a flicker of hurt in her eyes. The younger girl shook her head slightly. Camila seemed so confused, what had she done?

"Lauren, you don't have to be ashamed of yourself, I just don't.." Camila started but was interrupted by Lauren again.

"Camila, I can't...I understand. I'm really sorry ok? I don't know what has gotten in to me. And please don't forget to wipe that lipstick of your face before you go out, unless you want people suspecting things." She said quietly.

In fact, Lauren knew what had gotten into her. She had known it since the day she noticed Camila looking at her, and every single time she had smiled at Camila for that, or the times she'd admired the girl from afar. She knew it well before she chose to sit down next to her during that particular History lecture. And she still knew it now.

Camila didn't even really know Lauren, yet she kept looking at her in that way of hers. No one ever loved her, not really. It was all about the glamour from the outside. As long as the entire freaking neighborhood thought her mother cared about her more than anything in the world, it was fine.

It didn't matter that her mother really didn't give a shit about Lauren behind closed doors. Not really.

Camila did seem to care.

"Lauren.. Are you listening?"

Lauren snapped out of her thoughts. "Uh yeah, sorry what were you saying?"

Camila's eyes were lowered to the ground as she spoke again. ''Do you have a dry sweater or something, my clothes are still wet."

''Uh yeah.'' Lauren said as she pulled a hoodie from her closet and handed it to Camila.