out of my mind

four

They kiss and fuck for the first time the next day in the bathroom of the Subway near school.

Camila is convinced to skip the rest of her classes, spend the rest of her day tangled in sheets, savoring the smell of cheap Katy Perry perfume on her lover's skin.

It's not love, but it's the closest thing she's felt to it, and at this point, she doesn't know the difference.

And when she wakes up in Lauren's bed again, for the third time that day, she gives a cursory look to the alarm clock, notices that it's past seven o'clock.

Her father should be home from work by now, she considers.

She unfolds the linen covers from her body, slips her school clothes back on, periwinkle blouse wrinkled from all the hours it spent on the floor. Her backpack slips onto her back almost effortlessly, denim pack letting out a slight rustle from the books within it. 

Lauren is snoozing on the other side of the bed, still clad in a tanktop and jeans. She hadn't allowed Camila to touch her today. Not even once.

Camila didn't know what to make of it.

But at that moment she didn't really care, she had to think of an excuse as to why she didn't come home on time, maybe they would believe her if she said she went to the library -

She ordered an Uber to the apartment complex, tiptoed on the hardwood floors, past Lauren, who drooled in her sleep.

Camila didn't put her shoes on until she had closed Lauren's door behind her.