Camila Cabelo had a very strict routine schedule that she adhered to in nearly all aspects of her life. Using the bathroom was one of them. Every day at precisely 12:30, ten minutes before her lunch period, she excused herself to the restroom and always went to the least used one in the school for the best privacy.
Except, that fateful Monday, somebody else occupied her bathroom. (Her bathroom, because she'd claimed it as such. She was Camila Cabello. She could do those things. Besides, nobody else was ever in here anyway...)
Camila opened the door, humming softly to herself as she did.
The sweet hum abruptly cut off as she looked up to see the last person she'd expected.
"L-Lauren?" Startled, and mildly alarmed, Camila's hand went up to her chest to calm the spike in her heart rate. Yes, Lauren Jauregui had always caused a reaction a bit like this in the brunette, but with her new look, Camila couldn't help but be, well, shocked every time she saw her.
And if she was honest with herself, she really liked the black hair. A lot. And the clothes. She admired them because of their rebelliously artistic nature, of course, nothing more...
The punk girl was leaning against the far wall, one perfectly sculpted eyebrow arched in that consistent expression of apathetic acknowledgment.
"Sup, Cabello," came the cool, slow response. Lauren had the voice of an angel. Be damned how many of those disgusting cancer sticks she'd begun to power through over the summer, one of which she currently held between two long, slender fingers, her sexy husk would never, ever diminish to anything below seductive.
Okay, yes, Camila admitted to herself that her admiration of Lauren Jauregui had always been a bit more than friendly. Camila Cabello was open to all genders, she knew this, and it took one look at the black haired goddess before her to prove that.
She'd never tell Lauren that, but still. Sometimes Camila couldn't help but get a little weak in the knees whenever Lauren spoke to her. Or looked at her. God help her if the girl actually touched her. Camila hated how much of an effect Lauren's mere presence could have on her, even after all this time.
Camila straightened up as she realized she'd been staring and Lauren's other eyebrow had hiked up next to its companion at her blank silence.
But alas, no matter how tempting Lauren could look, Camila wholeheartedly disapproved of cigarettes, especially on school grounds.
"Lauren, while I have no idea of why you've decided to invade the bathroom that I normally come to during third break to relieve myself-" Though after seeing the gorgeous girl, a different kind of relief was in mind, "-I must insist that you do not smoke on school grounds, or anywhere for that matter. Cigarettes are horrible for you, and your voice is already at the perfect husk with your tremulous alto and continued smoking could ruin-"
She was interrupted by Lauren's soft, husky chuckle. Pink lips curled up at the corners as the punk girl shook her head, apparently amused.
Indignant, Camila frowned and crossed her arms and ignored the little tingles that raced across her skin at the sound of that breathy laugh.
"What, pray tell, is so funny about cancer in a stick?" Camila huffed.
"In less than thirty seconds, I've got you rambling, Cabello. You're just too easy," Lauren smiled. Or smirked. Camila could never really tell with that particular expression.
Smug, but sincerely amused.
Camila both loathed and longed for that expression. She pressed her knees together and ignored the familiar rush that went through her every time she had an-an altercation with Lauren.
