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Somebody That I Used To Know
She was perfect... or at least, you had thought she was. You believed that she could do no wrong and well... how could she? She was like the angel in your life and angels aren't known for committing sins.
"The girls and I are going out today to eat," You said to Camila. The brunette was currently getting dressed. You didn't know for sure where she was going but you had a pretty good idea of it and you didn't like it. "Did you- y'know, maybe wanna tag along?"
Camila sighed, pulling on a white pair of jeans, shaking her head while doing so. She didn't make eye contact with you but you were positive that she knew you were looking at her. It was almost as if she was avoiding seeing your face. "No, I can't."
"Oh." You spoke, not really knowing what to say afterwards. This had been the fifth time that week that the Cuban had turned down your offer of hanging out and if the first time she rejected you stung, imagine how the fifth time she said no felt.
The petite girl finally looked up, locking eyes with you but only for a brief second before she looked away again and walked to her shoes. "Maybe next time, okay?"
You bit your lip to refrain from saying the snappy comment that so desperately wanted to escape your mouth. "Okay."
Camila gave you a small smile after she had finished slipping on her footwear, as if that would make up for the many times she'd ignored you. "I'll see you later."
Then just like that, she was gone. Out the door and heading toward a person that she obviously preferred over you.
"Yeah, right." You muttered to yourself in a sarcastic tone.
