Amnesia (Camren)

Chapter Twelve

Lauren

"Camila! Wait! Don't go! Fuck!" I watched as the brunette ran away from the dance floor and from the most amazing kiss I had ever had.

I couldn't exactly put into words how I had felt during that kiss, but it was definitely something that had made my toes curl and my knees weak. This was definitely, most definitely something I had never experienced in my life.

I looked around me, once I had gotten my head out of my ass from the rush of that kiss, and looks of shock varied amongst the four girls, including Lucy.

"What?" I asked, annoyed by Camila's dramatic exit.

"Wow Laur. Didn't know you had that much in you. Seriously, that was some hot kiss." Dinah said, finally composed and responding to my somewhat of a question.

"I wish she thought the same thing." I mumbled.

Why did she run? Did she not like the kiss? Did she not like the way it felt? Could I have been better at it? What did I do to make her run away?

"Laur don't worry about it. Just give her some space. You don't understand what's going through her mind. This is a lot for her." Ally spoke softly to me.

This was it, the straw that broke the camel's back.

"I'm tired of everyone saying I don't understand. If I don't understand, why don't you just explain it to me? I'm not some stupid pathetic girl who's going to fold over the moment I understand the situation. Someone fucking explain to me why I'm always left out from my fucking memories."

I was livid. This was just astronomically the stupidest thing. I couldn't know about my own damn life because of all the hurt I've been through. How the fuck was I supposed to know I had been through tough and heart wrenching times?

"Lauren, you need to calm down." Normani spoke, reaching out a hand to me as if to help me soothe me.

"No!" I yelled, moving out of her reach. "I'm done. I can't do this with you guys. If you can't tell me about my memories, I'm fucking leaving."

I looked at all four of them. They didn't say a word. Not a single fucking word was uttered.

"Whatever. I'm gone." I said through gritted teeth. I turned and walked off the dance floor, making sure to grab my clutch from our area before making my way out of the club.

If it had been one of them, I would be telling them everything if they asked. I wouldn't hide it or pretend everything was okay when it wasn't.

I deserved to know. I deserved to know why things were the way they were. I deserved to know why Camila would run away after a simple kiss.

It couldn't be because she had a disease that was contagious or vice versa. I had spent my last few months attached to the hip with her. If she had a illness, I would have noticed.

There so much more to this and I didn't know what it was. But I would find out somehow. I couldn't just wait around for them to tell me when they thought it would be right for them or me. I just had to find someone who would be willing to spill secrets.

Lost in my thoughts and my anger, I made my way back to the hotel. I went past the front desk and up the stairs, taking my sweet time to make it to my floor. I was in a hurry and I needed to let some steam loose or I would end up doing something more stupid that I had tonight.

What was I thinking kissing Camila? She didn't want me. I'm sure that was the reason why she left. But there was also my gut telling me there was something more to the story that I didn't know.