Caminah Smuts

Our Most Perfect Thing

Camila scrolls through her Twitter feed out of habit, but soon closes her eyes. She sucks in a deep breath and lets it out slowly. She needs to stay calm and look unaffected. Still, the words seem to be dancing in front of her eyes. Mother's Day. It's only Thursday, but already everybody is talking about what they're getting for their moms on Sunday, where they're taking them, or how long it's been since they've seen them.

Lily won't see her mother on Mother's Day. She never does. Camila wonders if Lily even remembers her, and she doesn't know what she wants the answer to be. The plan had been for her to see Lily regularly, but then Shawn got a great job offer on the other side of the country and Camila hasn't seen Lily since. Thinking about her little girl seems to cut her breath off for a second.

Camila opens her locker and extends her arm so she can feel behind the stack of books and pull out the picture she keeps there. The picture is torn a little on the edges, from always having to hide it and from always taking it with her. She only allows herself a few seconds to look at one of the two things she did right in her messed up life: have Lily. She bites her lip, forcing back the tears she can feel welling up in her eyes. She takes another deep breath, gets out the books she needs and closes her locker.

"Hey, babe."

Camila jumps up when Austin Mahone greets her with his usual sleazy grin. Yeah, she was so drunk when that happened. She decides to just ignore him - turn around and walk away. But then he puts his hand on her shoulder and takes a step closer, now standing in front of her again. "You look fine today, baby mama."

Camila quirks a perfectly epilated eyebrow, giving him a cold look that does her reputation o/f being an ice queen justice. But Austin wouldn't be Austin if he gave up so easily - too stupid to understand that Camila is with Dinah now (that other right thing), and even if she wasn't, she'd never want him.

"So, what do you say, want another ride on the Mahoneasaurus?" He wiggles his eyebrows, and Camila is pretty sure that if she'd even considered sleeping with him before, she sure would be entirely put off now. She's ready to put him in place when she feels a familiar arm slip around her waist.

"Tell me I did not just hear those words," Dinah says, her voice as cold as her eyes. She gives Austin her trademark look - as if he's less than a stain on her shoe. Which he really is to her.

Austin shrugs, not impressed. He knows that Dinah won't beat him up because Camila won't let her, and even if she did, he could take a girl, right? "All's fair in love and hate, Hansen."

Camila frowns. "That's not even how it goes."

Dinah lets go of Camila and takes a step closer to Austin, their faces inches apart. Dinah's lip is curled up in disgust and the hate brimming in her eyes says more than a thousand words. "Let me make myself very clear, Austin Mahone. You stay the fuck away from my girlfriend, or I swear to God I will cut you up and serve your balls on a fucking silver platter."

Austin chuckles. "Woah, she giving it to you that good? She's looking hot today so who can blame me for having another try, right? Yeah, I remember. She's a damn good lay. Doesn't she make your dick hard just looking at her fine ass?"

That's when it happens, before Camila can even stop it. Dinah's fist meets Austin's nose, and it's not a gentle landing. Dinah bites her lip, because okay - her knuckles hurt like hell right now, but she's not about to admit that. "You do not talk about my girl that way, Mahone. She was never yours. You fucking took advantage of her by getting her drunk when she was feeling down. Nothing to be proud of. Now get the fuck away from me before I end you."

Austin is holding his nose, trying to stop the bleeding but failing miserably. He's cursing - very uncreatively. Dinah grabs his shoulders and knees him in the balls before taking Camila's hand and leaving.