Closer (Camren)

Chapter 19

Camila's POV

I'm so worried about Lauren doing what she's doing. It's wrong. I can't be angry at her because then I'll seem ungrateful and that's not the case. It's just that I'm worried. Violence is never the answer. She's doing this because he's threatened to tell everyone about us but there's no need. I don't care who knows anymore.

I'm going to tell Lauren tonight that I want to tell my family, I want them to know. I don't want to have to pretend in front of them and watch my mum be hurt because she knows I'm keeping a secret from her. I want to feel comfortable in my own skin. I want to feel comfortable next to Lauren in school; not feel worried or ashamed.

No one should feel ashamed of who they like, or who they like to kiss - it's normal. It's 2016, people should be more understanding now!

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Lauren's POV

"What, what, are you doing her Lauren?", Austin nervously asks. "She set me up", he curses.

"No Austin, we set you up", I reply pointing to the other girls.

"What do you want from me?", he asks.

"To leave Camila alone", I start. "To not tell anyone about what she told you", I stop because I realise Dinah and Normani are in the room.

"Okay, okay, I wont", he quickly says.

"Aw okay then, that's sorted then", I reply. "Goodbye Austin", I turn towards the door.

He sighs in relief.

Then I turn back and punch him hard in the face.

"It's a shame that I don't believe anything that comes from your mouth",  I say after punching him.

I hear the girls laugh at my unexpected comeback.

"I think we'll punch you for every girl you've slept with", I start. "How about a kick to the stomach and balls for every time you've hurt Camila", I laugh.

"You'll be there a long time you dick", he spits back.

I laugh as a response and kick him in the stomach and he whimpers in pain.

The girls start to join me and he's helpless on the floor, blood pouring from his nose and legs weak. His hands are covering his face like a baby, he's vulnerable. For the first time in ages, he's the vulnerable one, not Camila.

"Stop a minute girls", I say putting my hands up.

Austin attempts to get up but his hands are weak and his legs give in. He cries.

I pick up his phone from his jean pocket and smile at him.

"What's your password", I ask.

He says nothing.

One more kick to the stomach.

"4, 6, 1, 0", he weakly says.

I unlock the phone and go to the messages with Camila. I delete all of this messages he's sent her - the ones about us. I delete her number from his phone. I go to Facebook and write a racist, disgusting status which instantly gets Austin into trouble with his 'friends'. I go to Instagram, post a photo of him and another girl in our class. It's a photo of them in bed together. I caption it "we don't care about our relationships, we love to cheat".

I'll explain that to Camila later, she'll understand. Now people will see him as the bad one, the cheater, the racist. He'll spread shit about Camila and I and no one will give a damn. He's a no body now. He's over.