Not That Kinda Girl (camren)

Chapter 11

"Stop knocking so furiously! I'm coming!" Camila exclaimed at the door that was being knocked on so harshly. Camila was in her pajama shorts and had a long sleeve pajama shirt on to match but clearly didn't have enough time to change since this person was very impatient.

Camila rolled her eyes and opened the door, "Really? You have the audacity to interrupt my sleep at seven in the morning?" Camila grumbled at the man standing at the door.

"Sorry, ma'am. Ms. Jauregui's orders. Just dropping this off for you." The man said handing Camila a small box.

"What is it?" Camila curiously asked, her mood changing to a softer and calmer one.

"Don't know. Didn't tell me anything about it. Have a good day!" The man said before leaving.

"Thanks! Sorry for being so rude, was just a little grumpy." Camila called out and saw him give her a thumbs up.

Camila closed her door and walked towards the kitchen, setting the box down on the counter.

She grabbed a knife and cut off the tape that held the box closed off and then set the knife back where she got it from.

Camila opened the box and took out the piece of clothing, seeing that it was a black dress.

The Cuban girl furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and looked at the beautiful little black dress.

{Camila}: what's the dress for idiot

{Camila}: this looks beautiful, yes, but expensive as hell

{Lauren}: Sorry for the short notice but tonight. Small party my parents are doing. We're on the list to attend, honey.

{Camila}: im going to fucking murder u. why are you literally always aiming to give me a heart attack

{Lauren}: Buttercup! I'm sorry, it was thrown in my face yesterday night.

{Camila}: bye im going back to sleep

{Lauren}: Oh, c'mon... don't be like that sweets.

{Camila}: honestly blocked

{Lauren}: Babe...

{Camila}: don't babe me

{Lauren}: Babe

{Camila}: lauren fucking jauregui istg

{Lauren}: Ruth ;) That's all I was going to say! Babe Ruth!