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

Confession

(Slight mention of sexual abuse towards the end)

Ah, Tuesday. What a good day today. After my time with Camila yesterday, I feel amazing. We just played around like small children and watched 90s cartoons all night.

The way I'm smiling right now, you'd think we did something. She's my best friend, I wouldn't take advantage of her even if I wanted to.

We are in our first period of the day, Mr. Helm. Like every time we're in this class, we're goofing off and flirting shamelessly. One guy even shouted out, "Just fuck already!"

Her and I laughed at him and continued on our mindless conversation. I swear, she has to be the cutest human being I've ever met, and when she talks about what she loves, she beams brightly and it makes her even cuter, if possible.

"...then, my dad told the guy, 'Listen here, buddy. I can ruin your life with one phone call and a few simple words. I advise you to watch who you're dealing with.' It was honestly the angriest I've seen him," she giggles.

I just stare at her and smile. God, she's amazing. It was clear as day that I have feelings for her. The only problem is, I'm not sure if she feels the same exact way. I mean, I know she has feelings, but to what degree?

"What?" She giggles, pushing me slightly. "Nothin', Mila. Just thinking," I state, smiling still. She makes a disapproved face, "About?" I laugh at her supposedly threatening look. I shake my head and laugh.

"Loser," she scoffs, rolling her eyes playfully. We walked towards our second class for the day, Ms. Ortega and learned we have a substitute.

Young, white guy, no older than 30. He reminds me of Castiel from Supernatural. "Good morning, seniors. I'm Mr. Kent and I'll be your sub for the day."

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"Seriously, Dinah Jane?! I told you how I felt about that bitch and you're still talking to her?! For the love of fuck!!" Camila yells.

Another day, another argument.

We've been arguing a lot lately, like an old married couple. She found out that I still talk to Kylie. It was completely harmless, in honesty. Just some inside jokes and reminiscing on some wildness.

"Ain't nothing happen," I groan, ultimately fed the fuck up. "All we did was talk, I didn't fuck her nor do I want to. I'm not obligated to explain myself to you, Camila!"

We were having a flat out screaming match. She bangs her fist into my shoulders as she explodes, "IT'S NOT MY FUCKING FAULT I LOVE YOU!!!" All went silent as she stood, panting with a stuck expression.

She loves me?

She straightens her flannel unnecessarily and looks around the room. "What?" I ask, voice barely above a whisper. Her mouth gapes before she runs to the bathroom.

I hear the lock click as I try to understand what just happened. Camila loves me. She feels the same for me. I go to the bathroom door and try to speak to her, "Chancho?"

I hear shaky breaths, a few seconds of silence beside each. She doesn't answer, so I knock.

"Mila? Are you OK?" Again no answer. The sink's faucet starts to run, sounding broken. I assume she's soaking her face so that it doesn't look like she'd been crying.

Seems very likely.

"Camila, baby, talk to me. Are you alright?" I start to worry. With her history of scars, I'm afraid she'd hurt herself. The thought makes my stomach churn.

I knock harder, "Please open the door. I just wanna know you're OK." Ten agonizing seconds go by and my heart picks up speed.

My mouth goes dry for a brief second until the soft click of the door brings me from my thoughts. I wait for the door to open, but it never did.