Close My Eyes (Camila/you/Lauren)

Prologue

"Incoming!"  Three letterman-jacket-clad baseball players romp down the hall, pushing and shoving each other on their way to class. 

Brown eyes, brunette hair, and a petite frame holding loosely onto the notebook in her hand are no match for the three laughing jocks. The metal spiral ring screeches against the concrete floor before it bumps into a locker, luckily in the direction the brunette was already going.

"Fucking idiots."  She scoffs, but rolls her eyes and brushes the whole thing off as she's determined that nothing will ruin this day.

Picking up the 5-subject notebook, she takes a quick glance around before leaning against the locker and opening up to the last page in the fourth section.  She smiles as she rereads her plan that she spent hours on last night. She thanks God that the school was unexpectedly closed yesterday so that her planning didn't interrupt any homework time.

Now, if only her best friend would show up so that she could share her excitement with someone.

A vibration felt in her back pocket compels the brown-eyed girl to quickly pull her phone out to check if her best friend has texted her back and is on her way yet.  Annoyed to see that it's just an email, she sends another text to the girl she's waiting for.

Delivered. 

No reply.

For a fleeting moment, she feels a pull in her stomach telling her that something is wrong and she should leave school to check on her friend. Right as she's about to turn and walk out of the building, her train of thought is interrupted by someone clearing their throat in front of her.

"Hey Camila." The intruder greets the girl.

Startled, Camila quickly shuts her notebook and feels heat start to fill her cheeks.

"Oh, hey Lauren. I, uh, what's up?" Camila nervously babbles, a little bit intimidated by the piercing green eyes of the black-haired girl standing in front of her. Mostly, though, Camila's heart is beating erratically because she has always thought that Lauren was beautiful.

"Where's Y/N?" Lauren says and glances down the hallway.

Camila shrugs, trying to stay as nonchalant as possible while her insides feel all bubbly. "Late, I guess."

"Well, in that case, can I walk you to class?" Lauren asks.

Camila nods immediately. So much for playing it cool.

The two girls have the same physics class first period anyway, but Y/N usually walks Camila to class. She always complains that Camila makes her bag too heavy and insists on helping her carry her books around all day.

Lauren smiles at her eagerness and Camila forgets all about her worries that Y/N is late. She's usually more punctual than Camila, or she'll call if she's running late or not going to school at all.

Camila walks in stride with Lauren to their shared class, happy that the plan she came up with last night is already set in motion.

Step 1: make Lauren smile. Check.

Onto step 2.

"You look really good today, by the way." Camila swallows nervously before continuing. "Not that you don't look great every other day, but today you look especially beautiful."

Lauren laughs lowly and smiles widely at Camila. "Thanks. You're looking particularly amazing today, too." Lauren winks and Camila thinks that she may internally combust.

Step 2: compliment Lauren. Complete.

Step 3: call her beautiful. Done.

At this rate, Lauren will see Camila as more than a friend in no time. At least, that's what Camila's praying will happen. As long as she sticks to the plan.