The Butterfly Effect (Camren)

Chapter II : La Chancleta

A.N I'll put the English as a comment ;) I'm still learning Spanish so I'm trying my best 😅

Lauren awoke about four hours later with a mixture of nerves and excitement, but mostly nerves. This was her first day of senior year after all. Suddenly she was hit with memories from last night and was left wondering who exactly this girl was. She came to the conclusion that they must be new neighbours or something. She was on vacation for the past fortnight so they must have arrived then.

Getting up, she strolled over to her closet and stretched. After making a few gay jokes in her head she settled on wearing ripped black skinny jeans and a black tank top. She threw on a red flannel and laced up her black Doc Martins. She decided to go against wearing make-up, she'd probably sweat it off anyways considering it's still August. She didn't want to arrive to school looking like a sweaty raccoon. She looked at her nail polish from last night that was already chipped. This was gonna be a long day.
After spraying perfume she grabbed a snapback and headed downstairs.

She walked into her kitchen and was greeting by her mother. Why she was always awake at this ungodly hour, she'd never know.

"Morning mom." Lauren greeted happily as she walked over to the toaster.
"Morning sweetie," her mom said as she glanced through her glasses at her daughter.

Clara Jauregui could be described as a kind woman who was good with children. Which was kind of part of her job but that's beside the point. But she was still traditional and very stubborn; if you met her you would know not to get on her bad side. This is why people (her children) would tip-toe around her when she was in the slightest mood. Still, she was a smart, hardworking woman who was well respected by the community and very much so by her pupil's parents.

"There's coffee ready in the machine." "Oh, thanks mom," Lauren said distractedly. She stared at the white fence throught the kitchen window thinking about the strange...fairy? as she poured her coffee. "Shit!"

"Lauren," Clara chastised. "Sorry," she mumbled as she cleaned up her mess. "Do you need a ride to school Lauren?" her mother asked. Lauren kindly declined the offer making an excuse about 'wanting exercise'. Complete bullshit. For one, she didn't want to be trapped in a confined space with her mom, questions flying at her left, right and centre; it was overwhelming. Secondly, she liked the fresh air before school, it calmed her before venturing into the jungle that is high school.

She grabbed her black backpack and said a quick 'goodbye' to her mom. She began walking down her driveway, picking her nail polish. Her thoughts of school already making her anxious. She was just walking by the neighbours house when-

"Maaami, no quiero ir! Por favor!"

"Yo tengo mi chancleta Karla! Yo lo usaré." Even Lauren froze at that. Not the flip-flop, anything but the flip-flop.

"No! Okay mami I'm going I'm going! Love you," she heard footsteps racing closer to the door. A smallish girl ran through, out of breath and leaning her back against the door. What a strange household. She locked eyes with Lauren and grinned sheepishly. "Hi..."

Lauren looked at the girl who was wearing a checkered skirt with knee high socks and a white top. She's pretty cute. "Hey there..."
"Camila."
Lauren thought she had been called Karla but brushed it off as Camila made her way down her path.
"So..."
"Lauren." Camila smiled.
"So Lauren, do you go to Miami High too?"
Too? "Uh, yeah I do actually."
"Great! Can I walk with you? I don't know the way..." she admitted shyly.
"Sure, that's fine," aww she's so adorable.

After a few minutes of silence Lauren asked, "So when did you move?"
"About a week ago," she said in a manly voice, referencing the meme. Lauren chuckled and a lopsided grin appeared on Camila's face. "So are you a senior too?" Lauren nodded. "Are you a latina?" Lauren questioned. "So you heard that,huh?" Camila chuckled as Lauren looked down bashfully; she'd been cauggt red-handed. "Yeah, I'm Cuban-Mexican," just as they were rounding the corner, Mrs. Baker's dog let out a loud bark, almost giving poor Camila a heart attack. Lauren didn't flinch because of the small yapper, but because of the teenager clinging to her for dear life. "Oh my gosh!" After Camila calmed down, she peeled herself off Lauren and started giggling. "What's so funny?," she asked with a smile. "That dog is the size of a peanut and almost scared me to death!" They both started laughing. "You smell good," the younger girl said out of the blue, surprising Lauren with her forwardness. Before she could reply, she felt her hat being lifted from her head and watched as the smaller girl put it on. "Mm, the perfect fit!" she said in an evil villain voice. "You're a dork," Lauren giggled. Camila scrunched up her nose and stuck out her tongue, to which Lauren did the same. Camila scoffed,"Whatever, at least I'm cool." "Hmm sweetie, I think the word you're looking for is lame."

Suddenly the smile fell from Camila's face and Lauren realised it was because the school had came into view. "Are you okay?" Camila took a deep breath and faced Lauren, a smaller smile on her face. "As okay as I could be." Lauren sensed that Camila was nervous but didn't ask. She didn't even know the girl and just assumed that it was first day nerves. Camila grabbed the older girl's hand and unknowingly made her nervous but for a different reason. They looked at each other as they paused on the steps  before the doors. They softly smiled at each other but could see the discomfort in one another's eyes. They didn't know each other's stories or eachother for that matter; but that didn't matter, because right now they were in this together.