The Day I Met Lauren (Camren)

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"Are you day dreaming again, kiddo?" Dinah asks, throwing the soccer ball into my hands.

I shyly replied, "Yeah." As I twirled the ball in my hands.

She sits next to me on the bleachers and nudges me. "What about?" I rolled my eyes at her. This is why I can't have conversations with people. I placed the ball down at my feet and picked up my copy of To Kill a Mockingbird, that was at my side.

1) I am not a big fan of people.

2) People are not big fans of me.

I only really talk to Dinah because well, we grew up in this hell hole we call home together.

"Thinking about the inevitable, as usual." I said focusing on the book I wasn't really reading it. I just carry it around so people don't try to talk to me as much. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't.

"Dude, I've known you since like the fourth grade and we've been best friends ever since but, I don't get you," She shook her head and let out a light laugh. "Like at all, Camila. I mean you're crazy smart, drop dead gorgeous but, none of the things you say to me makes sense." She said picking up the soccer ball. "What does that word even mean?"

I looked at her and laughed to myself because she never ceases to amaze me with these questions. "You're seventeen and you don't know what the word means." I sighed. "Don't you ever pay attention in class."

She smirked at me, lowering her vintage Raybans to the bridge of her nose. It baffled me how her mind is compared to mine. "Honey, I don't go to class to learn."

I shook my head, "You're so different from me."

"You know that they say," She shrugged her shoulders. "Speaking of opposites...how are you and Lover Boy over there?" I sighed at the mere thought of him.

Austin.

Austin and I have been dating since my parents had died a few years back causing me to live with a few relatives. He was there for me, he was a good friend, you know? Then one day he brought up the idea of dating, of course I said yes because in my mind at the time it seemed like a good idea. I was fifteen, I never had a boyfriend, I never been kissed. Most girls my age had their first kisses at the age of nine. Unlike me, because I am socially awkward. Austin is a good looking guy. He has the great body but he's not at that bright. He has short brown hair and these blue-ish green eyes. I guess that was more of the reason why I found him attractive..at times.

"We're good as usual." I lied, I said dropping my head into my lap.

She nodded, "Good, because he's coming this way." She smiled. You have got to be kidding me? My head immediately shot up and my eyes averted their attention to my boyfriend. Great. I think God loves to torture me, I could have went the rest of the day without seeing him. Honestly.

"Hey beautiful." He stood in front of me and leaned down to gently place a kiss on my cheek. He sat next to me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer into him.

God, he smells so bad. I thought.

"Gross, you're sweaty." I removed myself from his embrace inching myself away from him.

"Well, I did just get out of football practice, you sweat when you work hard." He said nonchalantly.

"Dude, you smell." Dinah said leaning over me to smell him and then quickly leaned back to her original position. Well, I'm glad someone said it and not me.

"What's your excuse?" Austin asked defensively. "What did you do..swallow a dead rat? Alive." I chuckled at his comment earning me a death glare from Dinah.