The Art of Loving You

Chapter Twenty-One

Hey everyone! Sorry I haven't updated in so long! Keep an eye out for another chapter, later on today! ~Britt

Camila's POV

I felt horrible for just walking out on them, but I just couldn't stand seeing Lauren so happy with Emma. That should have been me making her happy.

It's been an hour since I left, taking a deep breath, I slowly make my way into the house.

Lauren was curled up on the couch when I entered the room.

Normani and Emma were sitting in the dining room talking, probably about Lauren.

Groaning, I ran a hand through my hair. Why does she have to be here still.

"Should I come back?" I asked loud enough for them to hear me.

"Mila, come talk with us." Normani called back.

Lauren stirred on the couch.

Sighing, I walked over and sat next to Normani. "What?"

"What's with the attitude?" Normani asked.

Lauren stumbled into the room tiredly. She took the seat beside me.

Rolling my eyes, I just leaned back in the chair and crossed my arms.

Lauren leaned against me, she rested her head on my shoulder.

"What are we talking about?" I mumbled, keeping my arms crossed.

"I'm leaving soon. I got a role in another movie and it's filming in France." Emma said. "I'll be back but I'll be gone for six months."

"Cool." I mumble.

Lauren lifted her head off my shoulder. She frowned.

I don't even bother looking at any of them as I stand up, pulling my shirt over my head and making my way out back. I jumped in the pool and stayed under the water until I couldn't hold my breath. Swimming back to the surface, I gasp for air before swimming to the edge. I stopped at the edge, pushing myself up so that I was sitting on the edge with my legs in the water.

"What's going on with you?" I heard from behind me.

Rolling my eyes, I kick at the water and ignore her.

Normani sat down beside me, dropping her feet in the water. "Is it something to do with Emma?"

"Doesn't matter." I mumbled, looking down.

"Camila, tell me." Normani said.

Groaning, I turned to look at her. "What do you want me to say?"

"I want you to tell me what's wrong." She said, searching my features for some kind of answer.

"I just, I feel like Emma makes her happier than I ever will." I mumbled before pushing myself back into the water.

She grabbed my arm. "You know that's a load of shit. She love you. Emma's no more than a friend."

I try pulling my arm out of her grip, but she just holds on tighter, rolling my eyes, I pull her into the pool and crash our lips together roughly.

She wrapped her arms around me to keep her face above the water.

Pulling her closer, I lean her against the wall and push my tongue past her lips.

She moaned, tangling our tongues together. She moved her arms up and wrapped them around my neck.

Gripping her thighs, I slide my hands down to her calves, wrapping her legs around my waist as I tilt my head to the side, opening my mouth wider.

She hummed, tangling her fingers in my hair.