She Lusts For The Kill~ Caminah (G!P)

Her Insecurity

Slight Trigger Warning

It's lunch time and I don't see Camila anywhere. After that argument this morning, she ignored my texts. I just stood at our usual spot to meet up and saw no sign of the Latina.

I huff out and stuff my hands in my pockets. I go into the lunch room and sat down at a lone table. I plug my earbuds in and turned on The Weeknd.

I Feel It Coming was playing when I feel someone tap me. I look up, expecting Camila but instead it was Kylie. "Hey, DJ! Why're you all alone?" She smiles and sits in front of me, setting her designer bag on the table.

I take my earbuds out and give her a friendly smile. "Just waiting for someone. I don't think they're coming though," I shrug.

She grimace and places her hand on mine. "Well, I'll keep you company." We sat and made small talk until the bell rang to go to our last class for the day.

I was walking her to her class and I couldn't help but notice how well-endowed she is, like damn. "Ah, ah, my eyes are up here, DJ." I shake my head and chuckle nervously.

She looks at me seductively.

I shift, uncomfortable with the, lidded eyes staring back at me. "I know about you and Cabello," she says suddenly.

I knit my eyebrows together, "Huh? No, Camila and I are just friends." She smirks and gets closer to me, so close, I can smell her minty breath.

"Then maybe, I could do you a favor, yeah?" She starts to rub on the front of my pants and I groan quietly. "K-Ky, ah, fuck."

Little did I know, a certain brown haired girl was watching this all unfold with tears in her eyes. In my peripheral, she runs off and before I can think to go after her, Kylie pulls me in for a heated kiss.

I want to pull away with everything in me, but I find my hands on her slim waist and kiss her back. What the fuck am I doing? It's kinda obvious that Mila has something for me. Do I feel the same way?

Next I know, Kylie pulls away, panting. "I'll call you later," she bites her lip and turns away, showing me "her" ass.

I run my hands down my face and sigh. I gotta find her. There was one place that she might go first.

I ran through the school's side doors and down the street towards the park. I follow the path, littered with flower petals to our special spot, but no evidence show she has been here recently.

My lungs were burning as I ran towards her house, she has to be there. I jog to the front door and knocked. No answer.

I grew impatient and borderline worried. I twist the door handle and peer inside. It seems like no one's home. Then why would the door be open?

I heard faint music playing from upstairs, seemingly from a speaker. I slowly go up the black, carpeted stairs as the music grew louder.

No words were being sung. Once I got to the top, I see that a door is cracked open and it sounds like the music is coming from in there.

I get closer and hear faint sniffling. I press my face close to the door and Camila was standing in front of the mirror with mascara running down her face.

Her hair was a mess and...she's stuffing her bra? I push the door open slightly, creating a creaking noise.

She snaps her head towards the sudden noise and looks at me with wide eyes. She quickly pulls the tissue from her shirt wipes her face, "Dinah! Get the fuck outta here!"

She screams angrily. I step closer to her without a word. When I got close enough, I feel a sharp pain whip across my face and I let out a strained groan.

"What....was that for?" I say through gritted teeth. She stares up at me with a raging fire in her once youthful eyes. Then she proceeded calmly.

"What gives you the fucking right? Am I not enough for you? Since you love fake ass and tits, maybe I should schedule an appointment with a fucking doctor."

"What are you talking about?" I'm so confused as to what I just witnessed. She throws her hands up in irritation and storms pass me. I follow her to her room where she sits on her white and pink laced bed spread. She bows her head and sobs quietly.

"Am I not a perfect? Is that why you pay more attention to that Barbie wannabe?" I sat next to her and rest my hand on her thigh. She yanks away, "DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!!!" She screams.

I jump back slightly and sigh. "Didn't I tell you before that I think you're perfect?" I whisper. She looks at me, face now drenched with runny makeup and tears.

"Don't fucking lie to me. I know you still have feelings for, ol' what's her face," she bows her head once more and plays with her zippers.

I grab her chin and kiss her softly. She doesn't do anything for a few seconds, but then she starts to slowly kiss back.

She sets her soft, dainty hands on my shoulders and I scoot closer to her, not breaking the contact. I place my hands on her hips cautiously.

I admit, I'm feeling a weird fluttery feeling at the pit of my stomach. What the hell? We break, breathing slightly heavy as we stare deep into each other's eyes.

I see pain, insecurity, anger, and another emotion I can't pinpoint in those childish browns. I bring my hand to her cheek and wipe the black smudge off her smooth skin.

She leans into my touch and closes her eyes. I smile at her utter beauty. "Look at me, Walz," I demand in a soft voice. She opens her eyes and I peck her lips, "You're beautiful. I don't care about, ol' girl. I care about you."

She starts to cry again and shakes her head, "Stop saying that, please. I-I'm weird and they h-hate me," she chokes out. I grab her face and look in her eyes, "Listen to me, right now. You are beautiful. Whoever told you all that shit is fucking stupid. You're amazing, funny, unique, and everything in between. I swear to you."

She smiles sadly, "Why are you so nice to me?" I chuckle, "Because, you're a cool person. I like your personality and your exterior. You carry yourself wonderfully."

I do a play punch to her face and she giggles. "Wanna come over? We can eat junk 'til we pass out," I offer. She hops up, "Hell yeah!" My little ass kid.