All that's lost

14

Lauren's Pov:

----Wednesday (weeks later)---

We only have one more soccer game tomorrow before the season is officially over for this year. Things have been going good with Zayn. We've had a few disputes involving Keaton but it's nothing to worry about. Camila and Harry have gone on lots of double dates with us and Camila and I go to their football games when we can. I got in trouble for causing an all out brawl on the soccer field when Camila got hurt but it was worth it. Beating the shit out of that bitch and seeing her face all bloody and bruised was fulfilling even though I was nowhere near done with her when I got pulled off. For weeks the only thing the school would talk about was the soccer fight. No one ended up winning because after the fight was stopped we just left. The refs didn't want to risk another one breaking out.

I continue walking down the hall to seventh period art. I see Camila sitting in her seat already and drawing the warm up on the board. "Hey!" I say while sitting down. She looks up and smiles, "Hi!". We talk about some stuff then Camila says, "What do you think, Italy, Norway or Portugal?" I look up at her confused, "Why?". "Oh, um...I'm thinking about studying abroad next year. So I need to pick where I want to go and those are the main ones I'm thinking about." I feel my face go into shock, 'Studying abroad? When did she want to do this?' "Uh...I think Italy would be cool." I say while hiding my worry, "How long would you be gone for?" She looks down and mindlessly twirls her pencil, "I wanted to go for the summer or for six months but my dad said I could only go if I went for 11 months..." My mind starts racing, I can't believe she is thinking about leaving for a whole school year and more! I hold my gaze on her and study her expression. She looks nervous and a little sad. "Oh" Was all I could manage at the time while I was still processing. "Why do you want to do it?" Her expression changes to a more thoughtful and sorry look, "I feel like I need to get away from things for awhile and find who I really am as a person. Plus I love traveling and I think it would be amazing to learn a third language. My dad went to France when he was in college and you remember me talking about Christian?" I nod my head. Christian was an exchange student from Denmark that stayed with the Cabello's while Camila was in sixth grade. They keep in touch with him and he is practically family. He comes and visits here and they are going to visit him in Denmark this summer. "I'm going to go through the same program he went through. I'm nervous about it but I really want to go." I nod my head, "That sounds like fun! I wish I had enough guts to do something like that." I say while admiring my friends bravery. "I just hope whatever family I get put with is a good one or I might just die there." she says while laughing a little slightly agitated at the thought. "Oh shit Camila! You can't go away!" She looks up from her paper giving me a look. "Why?" "Have you seen Taken!" I say with a worried facial expression. She laughs at my exaggerated look, "Yes I have but that's just a movie. Nothings going to happen to me silly." "But what about the girl that killed her roommate with her boy friend! Didn't that happen in Italy?! And what if your family is psychotic and tries to murder you!" I say getting even more worked up. "Lo, nothings going to happen. They do background checks on the families to make sure they aren't crazy." I let out a sigh, "Alright, I guess you're right. But are you sure you want to be gone for that long?"

Camila's Pov:

I look at Lauren's puppy face that has a sad hint and a little defeat mixed in. 'God she's so cute...this isn't fair.' This is the one thing that is keeping me here and making me feel bad. I don't want to leave my friends I'll miss them a lot that's for sure, especially Lauren. 'Maybe I shouldn't go...No. I need to do this for myself.' "Yeah, I have to go." She just nods her head and we continue to work on our projects.

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Well, soccer practice was hell mixed with some fun. Since it was our last practice we only did a few suicides but we also played games that involved some running so it wasn't too bad. I honestly am happy this season is almost over. I have never wanted a season of soccer to end as badly as I wanted this one to. It's kinda sad. Oh well, last game tomorrow! Yay!

I get in Ally's car and she starts driving to my house. "So, how's Harry?" she asks me glancing to me then to the road again. "He's good" She glances at me again, "Just good? What do you mean?" "Oh well, he's fun to be with but he's a little forward when we text and it kinda gets annoying and uncomfortable." I say while staring at my hands in my lap mindlessly playing with them. "What does he do?" "Well, he always texts about how he wants us to take a shower together or other things like that" I feel my cheeks heat up at the thought, "and when we kiss he always tries to take it further. I'm just not ready and he has respected that but I notice him getting frustrated when I deny him." Ally puts her hand on mine and gives a reassuring squeeze, "If he really likes you he'll wait till you're ready. If he doesn't then he isn't worth the heartache." I look at the longest friend I've had and smile, "Thanks Ally, you always know what to say" She looks at me with a genuine smile, "Anything for you cutie pie" We keep driving and after a few more minutes she speaks up again, "So how do you like double dating with Lauren and Zayn?" I feel my heart leap then some pain start to seep into my chest. "Um...it's okay. It's really fun and I like Zayn but it's hard." She looks over at me with a sympathetic smile. Ally knows I'm confused about my feelings for the green eyed girl and she supports me either way. I finally told her and surprisingly she was fine with it. Ever since she has been my output of stress. I tell her most of my conflicted feelings and she's been like a therapist for me. It's been nice finally having someone I trust to talk about this with. "Do you think she'll ever like like me?" I ask while looking at her. She scrunches her eyebrows and puckers her lips a little in thought, "um...I honestly have no idea" she glances at me and notices my facial expression and tires to make me feel better, "She might! We never know! I mean she is fine with kissing girls!" I sigh, "Yeah, but that's just for fun and to get more attention from guys." I know the reasons why she needs attention and sometimes I just wonder if she gets it in the wrong ways. "You know what?" Ally asks while looking at me quickly, "When you got hurt during that game Lauren was pretty much a wreck." I look over at her confused and wanting her to go on, "She ran over to you and I could tell she was panicking. I mean I was worried too, we all were, but Lauren, she was on a whole nother level. I know she has anger issues and other problems but I had never seen this level of anger from her when she was pounding that girls face in. It was quite terrifying. When I saw her eyes they showed nothing but rage and I'm pretty sure she wasn't fully aware of what she was doing or the consequences. If she hadn't been pulled off I am not quite sure if she would have even stopped." I sit in shock at what I heard, "Why are you telling me this?" She sighs, "I'm not quite sure. But it shows that she truly cares about you. Probably more than all her other friends. If she never likes you the way you like her, I'm sure she will always have your back. Who knows, she might not have feelings for you now but I wouldn't doubt it if she started to like you as more than a friend." We sit in silence while I ponder the information she has given me until Ally pulls up into my driveway. I hug and thank her and I enter my house. The smell of baked chicken instantly fills my lungs causing my mouth to water. "Hey sweetie! How was your day?" My mom asks while boiling asparagus. "It was good! Just a normal boring day of school then another tiring day of soccer after. Do I have time to shower before dinner?" she nods her head so I grab my soccer bag and backpack and head to my room. I throw my stuff on the floor then start to peel off my sweaty clothes that don't want to come off. I grab my towel and head to my shower. I step into the shower and let the hot water relax my tired muscles.

After my shower I put on pajamas and see I have a text from Harry so I continue talking to him about things that aren't really all that important. Just about what could be happening if we were together but we aren't so I don't see the point of talking about it. It's quite annoying...

Author's note:

Hey so this chapter is sucky. I'm just trying to move it along. Camren WILL happen SOON! So chill and enjoy the ride. I mostly wanted to get this chapter done so i could update cause i haven't in a long time. So have a great day/night! Love you! thanks for reading! 3,787 like holy shit man! Didn't see that coming at all haha:) Comment and vote please you lovely people!:) Oh and how do you make a picture have a link or whatever so i can post my picture? I don't want to post it on a website with HTML so help would be greatly appreciated! If someone comments and gives me a really good detailed step by step for it i will update sooner!!