Whatever I Am, I'm Yours.

chapter twenty-nine

(A/N): i felt like this song was a good theme for this chapter because of everything that's going on with the characters. It's "Mess is Mine" by Vance Joy.

Camila

"While I appreciate that you guys are here to help me pick out something to wear," I smiled before resting my hands on my hips and glaring at my two best friends who were looking right back at me from my bed, "I really don't need this intervention." I air quoted the last words while walking over to my closet while looking for a decent bottom.

Lauren said to dress however I liked, but you never know what could be running through that pretty mind of hers. She could be taking me to some fancy restaurant. Or maybe it'll be something comfy and thoughtful. I have to expect everything.

"Camila," Ariana scoffed while Dinah pursed her lips and looked over the tops that were already lied out on the sheets, "You and Lauren had unprotected sex. I think that's serious enough for us to talk about how fucking dangerous that is." 

Grabbing for three different jeans, I turned while shaking my head, "Lauren pulled out. We're we're both virgins. I'm okay."

"Can Lauser even get you pregnant?" Dinah asked me while reaching for the high waisted black jeans I just picked out, "And definitely this one."

I hummed while handing her that one and leaving the other two on my bed, "I...I never asked actually."

"Mila," they both said in a gasp and scolding tone while I rolled my eyes as I looked over the tops on my bed.

"Guys I never even thought we'd have sex," I explained while throwing off Lauren's The 1975 sweater and pulled on a red pullover with blue lines going down the arms as it was also cut to be a crop top, "Let alone...without a condom. I mean I'm still trying to process this whole date thing."

"I appreciate you not telling Lauren I let it slip," Ariana said while coming from my closet with some hi-top vans I never wore more than once. I realized it wasn't really my style, but they would be more comfy than heels.

"I wish you told me where she was taking me, I feel like I'm either going to over or under dress."

"Mila sweetie you could show up to your date wearing a unicorn onesie and Lauren will still think you're the hottest thing in the room," Ariana said while shrugging.

Dinah and I laughed softly as I sat on my bed trading my boy shorts for the black jeans, "DJ, you think you can do my hair up? You know I have no skills in the makeup and hair department."

Dinah nodded while shuffling over on her knees and running her long fingers through my locks, "Well you have gotten better at caking your face. Way better than freshman year." Dinah laughed while she got up from the bed to search for a clip.

I rolled my eyes, "I remember. You, Sandra, and Marielle would all have a field day making fun of my winged eyeliner."

"Ugh, I wish I'd taken a picture so I could do one of those "Ain't really fuck with me way back then but how 'bout now" vines." I could hear her struggling to hold back her laughter as she most likely imagined it all in her head.

"Hello," Ariana held out as we both looked up to see her with her hands on her hips, "Are we really just gonna skip over the fact that Lauren might've gotten Mila pregnant?" Her face showing how worried and annoyed she was about how we just skipped over that topic.

"Well she didn't," I said while shrugging and discreetly looking down at my tummy, "She pulled out."

"The pull out method isn't always one hundred percent accurate you know," Ariana sighed while walking over and sitting at my desk chair, "I mean pre-cum can make you pregnant."