21:44 ♡ camren

chapter 1

"Please, baby."
I look at the clock. 21:44. I feel for my phone in my pocket but it's not there. Fuck.
I pull away.
"Michael, no, I have to go," I say. My boyfriend lets go of me slightly and I take advantage of it and jump off the bed.
"Mila? What's up with you?" Mike stares at me, frowning.
"I just have to get back, my mom's expecting me. You know that," I grab my coat and bag, and hurry to the door. Unfortunately, before I can turn the handle to leave, Mike grabs my waist.
"Don't be a spoil sport, babe, I was just having fun," he whispers into my ear, before sucking on it, harshly. I pull away, sharply.
"I'm sorry Michael. I just have to go." He frowns at me.
"Babe. Calm down. If you're sure; I'll drive you home. It's getting dark," he smiles.
"My car's parked outside, I'm fine, Michael." I finally shrug him off completely and open the door. "See you on Monday, yeah?"
"See you. Come round whenever you like, my girl," he tells me. I smile and walk out at last.

I was too afraid to tell Mike why I didn't want to have sex with him. Every time he gets intimate with me, I make an excuse to leave. I just don't want to. I'm losing my attraction for him, and to be honest, I don't know why I'm still with him. When I first started dating Michael two and a half years ago, I was sure I was head-over-heels in love with him. But recently I'm struggling to understand what I ever saw in him.
I can't keep going on pretending to love him. I have to tell him, and soon. I owe him that at least.

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"Karla, s'that you?" I hear my mom shout, as I lock the door.
"T'is, mother. Who else?" I joke. She comes through to the hallway, and I instantly see that joking is the wrong thing to do in this situation. My mom is mad. Holy fucking flaming mad. Oh, shit. "What's wrong?" I ask, nervously.
"You tell me." I frown at her. "Who is Lauren?" She asks. I freeze. What? I look closer at my mom and then I see it. In her hand, is my phone. On the screen is a text. From Lauren.
"Lauren..." I wait for a few seconds, as if I'm thinking about who she could be. But it's no use. She's already seen the text from my internet friend. And she is mad. "My friend." I finish.
"Your online friend, huh? You haven't met her, have you?!"
"Damn, mom you don't have to expose me to the whole street," I say, like the absolute idiot I am.
"Karla. This is not a joke!"
"I'm sorry, mom. But she is my internet friend, yes. It's okay, though, she's really who she says she is! We've video chatted so I know she's real! Mom, I swear." I'm stuttering, trying to explain my friendship with Lauren.
"Save it. Right now, I don't care if you met her on the internet," she spits out the last word as if it's poison. "What I care about is that you're cheating on your boyfriend? With a girl? Karla, you're straight! What are you thinking?" What the fuck? My cheeks go red.
"Mom, I'm not cheating. Lauren is my friend. And I came out as bi years ago!" My mom laughs, like the evil hyena from The Lion King.
"You are so cheating. And bi isn't a real sexuality. You either like girls or you like boys. Don't fuck around with people's feelings, Karla. Michael is gonna be pissed," she smirks and throws my phone at me, before lifting up her own. She clicks the screen a few times before lifting it to her ear. "Michael. How lovely to hear your voice." pause "Yes, she's home safe. Why? Has she been drinking? Oh okay. Well, I know why she was acting weird." I hear the faint buzz of Mike's voice as he asks my mom why. "I'm sorry to te-" As fast as I can, I grab her phone and hang up.
"Mom! Please, don't do that to him!" The tears spill as I realise what my mom is doing. After making every single friend I ever had hate me, she's going to make my only friend left hate me too. And break his heart at the same time.
"He needs to know!" She yells at me.
"I know," I cry, "I'll tell him, I fucking swear, mom. Please, don't tell him: I will."
"Promise me. You owe him that."
"I know," I cry harder and blurt out, "I promise I will. Tonight." I run up the stairs and into my room, and read Lauren's text.

Lauren ❤️ [21:44]: hey baby. thinking of you.

My heart leapt as I read her message. I quickly tapped out a reply.

CamEEla cabeYo 💞💞 [22:04]: & me you.

Lauren ❤️ [22:04]: so what's going on over there?

CamEEla cabeYo 💞💞 [22:06]: my mom found out about you. i was at mikes :/ and she found my phone. she read your text and confronted me when i got in.

CamEEla cabeYo 💞💞 [22:06]: and you know what the crazy thing is? she's not pissed that i know you over the internet. she's slightly pissy bc im cheating on mike. but she's fucking flamin that im gay.

Lauren ❤️ [22:07]: oh baby, that sucks! :( if i was there i'd hold you so close, my love, and comfort you until you'd believe you could never be sad again!! you're mom sounds like a disgusting human. Ignore her, Camz, it's just me and you. 💞

CamEEla cabeYo 💞💞 [22:07]: girl, i love you so much.

CamEEla cabeYo 💞💞 [22:07]: you mean soo much to me fr.

CamEEla cabeYo 💞💞 [22:07]: dk what i'd do without you.

CamEEla cabeYo 💞💞 [22:08]: you make me so fucking happy.

Lauren ❤️ [22:09]: honey, it's a pleasure. i love you too.

CamEEla cabeYo 💞💞 [22:09]: what's going on w you?

Lauren ❤️ [22:10]: i have news :)

CamEEla cabeYo 💞💞 [22:10]: which is........

Lauren ❤️ [22:11]: IM GOING TO FLORIDA BITCH

Lauren ❤️ [22:11]: NEAR YOUR HOUSE

CamEEla cabeYo 💞💞 [22:11]: ARR TOU JOKING

Lauren ❤️ [22:11]: NO I SWEAR IM STAYING DOWN THE ROAD ST THAT HOTEL YOU WORK AT!!

CamEEla cabeYo 💞💞 [22:12]: WE GOTTA MEET WHEN U COMIN

Lauren ❤️ [22:12]: MONDAY 11THHHHH

CamEEla cabeYo 💞💞 [22:12]: HOLY SHIT CALL ME NOW

Lauren ❤️ [22:13]: is calling

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Lauren and I talk on the phone until the early hours in the morning when we both fall asleep. I sleep outside in the shed just in case my mom hears but no one needs to know about that.

AND THERE IT IS. CHAPTER 1 BITCHES
im not sure about it, im not v good at getting the fic going and I kinda jumped in w the beef lol please tell me truthfully what you think thank

think thank

Anj

(ps. please point out any typos/grammar/spelling mistakes.)