You Again? (Camila/you)

Chapter 7

After laying in the bed for a few more minutes I decided I should probably head back to the bus, because it was almost time to leave for New York. So I got up to leave and was about to open the door when I remembered that Camila had said she forgot something in here so I went back to the bedroom and looked for whatever it was. It turned out to be her Beats headphones. I grabbed them and put them around my neck before proceeding to leave.

I called myself an uber so I could get back to the bus since my car was still at the club and I am still to drunk to drive.

Once the uber arrived I got in and gave him the address before getting on my phone. I texted one of my security guards and asked him to pick up my car which he agreed too, and I also messaged Camila saying that I had grabbed her Beats from the hotel room. Although it said delivered, she didn't respond.

I sigh and run my hand through my messy hair. I than use my phone camera to fix my hair a little bit, but it didn't help that much, I still look like sex. Fuck.

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Camila's POV

After I walked in on Y/N with that girl, I ran out of the hotel crying. I don't know why I was crying but I was. I was practically sobbing sitting outside the hotel for a few minutes before I decided to go back to the tour bus and just wait there.

So here I am, I'm just laying in my bunk in the tour bus just looking at the ceiling. I'm just processing what happened earlier, and what I walked in on, and most importantly why I reacted the way I did. What emotions was I experiencing?

I don't know, looking back now I guess I was feeling hurt, and a bit angry, and a bit jealous, but mostly just hurt.

But why did I feel hurt, Y/N isn't my girlfriend, she doesn't even trust me, there is no hope in us ever being a couple. I know that. I ruined my chances of having a relationship with her years ago. I have no right to be hurt right now, but I am. The same way as I don't have any right to be angry at her. She's human, I mean people have sex all the time right? I mean she is a beautifully sexy young woman, why wouldn't she be having sex. And she isn't with me in any way so I have no right to be mad at her for acting on her wants.

Now I honestly don't know, why I'm jealous. I don't like girls, I still don't like girls, so it has nothing to do with me being attracted to her... right? I can't like Y/N. I only fooled around with her when we were younger because I was experimenting. Everyone experiments in their teens right? Whatever, it wasn't because I actually liked her. But I mean she is hella hot, I mean, shit.

I continue to have this internal debate with myself until I hear the door to the tour bus open and shut. I hear some whispers and than footsteps that seemed to be getting closer and closer, and they stopped right in front of my bunk.

I immediately turn on my side away from the entrance and pretend to be asleep. I can hear the curtain to my bunk being opened but I stay still.

"Camila I know you're not asleep, I heard you rustling around in here right before I got here ." I hear Y/N whisper. I sigh and turn around to face her. But once I did all the emotions I had felt earlier came right back to the surface and I started tearing up.

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Y/N's POV

Camila is starting to tear up and I don't know what to say or to do. I figured I would address this tonight so that things wouldn't be so awkward tomorrow, but now I'm frozen.

I was shocked out of my state of paralysis when i saw the first tear fall from Camilas eye. She quickly wiped it away however, and bit her lip to try and stop the crying.

"Are you- I mean, what's wrong Camila?" I ask her slowly and softly.

"Nothing"

"It doesn't look like nothing." I responded, wanting an actual answer. She just sighed in response and wiped a few more tears away as they fell from her eyes.

"Look, I just wanted to apologize for what you-uh, walked in on earlier." I stutter out.

"Why are you apologizing? It's your life." She whispers.

"Well I didn't want you to have to see me in such a compromised way and I don't want you to see me in a negative light because of this."

"Who was she?" She asked, changing the subject a bit. I sigh, not wanting her to know that I actually didn't know her because than she might thing that I'm just some sort of horny bastard that only wants sex.

So I respond simply with, "you don't know her."  To this she coldly laughed and said, "That wasn't the question, if I knew her or not. Who the fuck is she?" She said as she raised her voice.

I didn't want anyone to be woken up, and I definitely didn't want anyone one else finding out that I just had a one night stand with some girl I didn't even catch the name of so I asked calmly, "Can we take this conversation to the back room so we don't wake anyone up? I promise I'll tell you more in private okay?"

She just simply got up and headed to the back room, I followed closely behind. She sat down and I sat down next to her. Not too close, but not too far.

"So, who is she?" She said more calmly than before.

I groan and run my hand through my hair before answering, "I don't know."

"What do you mean You don't know?" She laughed even more coldly than before. "You were literally balls deep into that girl and you don't know who she is? You truly want me to believe that?" She said getting obviously more and more angry with each question.

"I mean I don't know her, I don't know her at all, I don't even know her name!" I say raising my voice as well. "I was drunk. She was there in the club. She was beautiful. And I needed someone to just help me forget."

Her harsh facial expression than softened and she just looked more confused than anything else.

After a minute of silence Camila finally whispered , "forget about what?"

"What?" I said not hearing what she said.

"Forget about what?" She said a little louder but still softly.

"Nothing"

"You said you would talk to me Y/N, so what were you trying to forget about?" She said getting a little louder again.

"You know what, I don't owe you any explanation, you aren't my girlfriend, you're just some girl I used to talk to in high school." I said getting louder myself and a bit annoyed.

We were now both getting out of hand and we were both heated up.

"I'm not asking that hard of a question Y/N. Stop being so immature! What were you trying to forget about!?" She practically yelled.

"You!" I yelled back, not thinking my answer through due to the heat of the moment and also due to the fact that I was still a bit tipsy.

Her facial expressions immediately softened and she seemed to relax a bit.

"I needed to find someone to help me to stop thinking about you because every time I'm close to you, or you touch me, or we have any kind of interaction, i get giddy. I get happy and I feel comfortable. And I know I can't let myself get comfortable with you again because you'll just break my heart. And it scares me how after 3 years, you can walk back into my life and I will still feel that same infatuation with you as I did in high school."

I obviously had no control over what I was saying at this point and I had definitely already said to much. Damn it.

Camila seemed completely shocked and just sat there silently. So when she didn't respond after a few minutes I got off of the couch and walked straight out of the back room and too my bunk where I fell asleep to the low hum of the bus as it rolled down the street on its way to New York.