Sweet Sin | camren

sundays, mondays and secrets

So, I have changed a few details from the last chapter. Camila told her parents she was staying at Dinah's not Ally, and Lauren wears a condom--we can't have pregnancies this early on askdfhdskjf

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Camila wakes with her limbs heavy and an insistent thudding in her left temple. She groans softly and cracks open her eyes but closes them immediately after when the sharp sunlight filtering through the curtains cuts her sensitive eyes.

She opens them again after a moment, slower this time, blinking rapidly to chase away the sleep blurry vision. Her mouth feels dry and foul and she stares up at the ceiling for about five minutes till she realizes that she doesn't recognize that ceiling—where are her glow in the dark stars? Her eyes widen as she notices that this isn't her room, her bed or her blanket.

She's about to freak out when a light snore next to her catches her attention. There's a head of wild, dirty blonde curls a few feet from her and she immediately calms down when she sees that it's Dinah knocked out in an unflattering fashion.

Camila struggles to lift her lead body into a sitting position and she runs a hand through her tangled hair as she tries to recall the memories of last night. She remembers Dinah convincing her to drink a beer, which became a gateway into a few more beers and Camila remembers the loose, warm feeling it brought her.

Had she gotten so drunk that she'd passed out in this stranger's bed? A crease of confusion mares her skin and she reaches out to shake Dinah awake, hoping that she could shed some light on what happened, but then fragments of last night return to her piece by piece.

Girls pressed together against a wall, a smirk, dark eyes, a wink. A name flashes in her mind.

Lauren Jauregui.

The name of the devilish, resident bad girl of the town triggers a flood images passing Camila's mind; lips against lips, tangled tongue, soft hair, softer skin, quick hands and burning touches.

Camila gasps as if the air was knocked out of her and she looks down at herself, at her wrinkled dress and realizes with a start that she isn't wearing underwear. All color drains from her face and her heartbeat jumps so high that she grows dizzy.

No.No.No. She hadn't. She couldn't have.

A wave of nausea overwhelms her and she leaps from the bed. Her legs feel like spaghetti as she stumbles out of the room and dives into the nearest bathroom. Her knees hit the linoleum none too gentle as she cradles the toilet bowl and throws up into it.

She's bent over the toilet for what feels like ages, chest burning, eyes stinging. Once it's finally over, she flushes and shakily raises to her feet. She rinses her mouth and washes her face in the sink and dares a glance at her reflection in the mirror hanging above. She looks sick. Her skin is pale and her eyes are rimmed red.

If only her parents could see her right now, she thinks. If only they knew what she'd done last night.

The memories of last night return to her once again, clearer this time. Lauren pressing her against the wall, urging her down on the bed, crawling between her legs. Camila can still feel an ache between her legs were Lauren had been pumping in and out of.

"Oh my God," she whispers, bringing her hands to her mouth as she no longer can run from the fact that, yes, last night she not only drank but also gave her virginity to another woman. She didn't just dip her toes in an ocean of immorality and sin, no she jumped straight in. "Oh my God."