House Of Cards

11. "Are you actually Lauren or are you here to kill me?"

How are you feeling?

I rolled on top my stomach about an hour after waking up, and sent the text to Camila. She seemed pretty okay after I dropped her off but I would bet that the next morning would really hit her. I woke up to the news that the only morning class I had today was cancelled so I decided to stay in bed, alternating between drifting off to sleep and answering texts.

By the time I had become semi-conscious, I remembered how I was at the hospital last night with Camila and texted her right away.

My hand has a headache

They made me stay home today.

I guess I'm working from home.

I laughed at her first reply.

LOL, I don't think your hand can technically have a headache

Did you take something for it?

Yeah, I took the pain killers

Shut up with the technicalities

At least you get a day off, right?

Not really, I'm bored at home

My class got cancelled so we're in the same boat.

Camila didn't answer right away so I decided to take the opportunity and go wash up. Quickly remembering that my brother was probably still home, I made sure not to sing at the top of my lungs while getting dressed.

I washed my face and tugged on the elastic that barely held my, now messy, bun together overnight. My hair was still a little damp but I decided I didn't have the energy to dry the rest of it.

Walking back into my room with my toothbrush still in my mouth, I began rummaging through my drawers but I was distracted by the buzzing of my phone. I hummed along to the song as I reached my bedside table, picking up my phone.

Do you want to come over then?

I didn't even have time to process the text before my phone was buzzing once more.

I could definitely use the company, I'm bored out of my mind.

I think it shows how much time I spent at that school.

I'll be there soon.

I probably answered way too quickly, my excitement deciding for me. It was a bad plan, it wasn't like I was doing anything today anyway. Plus, this would further cement our friendship that we're both working so hard on.

Camila texted me the address as some point while I was getting dressed and I recognized it being pretty close to my own house and the school. Not knowing how long I would actually be there, I decided to dress for my evening class I had.

Leggings, a tshirt, an open, short sleeved shirt were casual and comfortable enough that I would actually wear the ensemble to class but still put together enough that Camila could possibly be impressed. (Fingers crossed.)