Repainted {Camila/You}

7

A/N: Firstly, I wanted to apologize for not updating in such a long while. College is hectic. Secondly, I want to thank everyone who is taking the time out to read this book. I first came to Wattpad thinking that no one would actually want to read what I spit out of my brain, but surprisingly my first book reached heights that continue to surprise me. I love each and every one of you guys for reading, voting and saving my stories including this one. I wanted to try something new and Repainted came out. Thank you for your support guys! Also, not to be a beggar, but votes and comments keep me going. Share what you like what you don't, and what you wanna see. I read everything you guys comment! Now onto Chapter 7...

The next morning began as any other, Lauren's hip hop albums blasting through her speaker and pulling me out of my sleep. She lived for old school rap music as if she herself was born in that era; I could hear her rapping along to every word as she danced around the dorm. I groaned, turning over and placing the pillow over my head. As if on cue, however, I felt my covers being ripped off my body.

"Lauren!" I flinched at the cool air on my tanned skin, annoyed at the intrusion on my comfort.

"Did Nate tire you out last night?" I heard her raspy voice say. I removed the pillow from my head and glanced at her in disgust, "No. For the record I went to bed because I had a headache, thank you."

The older girl snorted, "Sure, I believe that one. How's Camila going to feel with you double teaming her for her roommate?"

I rolled my eyes and yanked my blanket from her hands, "I'm not double teaming anyone. Camila isn't interested in me."

"If you say so." Lauren shrugged and went back to whatever she was doing before she had decided to interrupt my sleep, leaving me to gather myself for the morning. I glanced at the clock. Today was my day off-no classes, no obligations. I had scheduled time in the practice studios to work on my drawings before I'd fallen asleep last night, and Normani had agreed to be my model. We were meeting in the art building at noon; until then I had time to do whatever. I reached over and grabbed my phone from the night stand, unlocking it to reveal a text from Nate.

Nate the Great (Received 8:06 A.M.): Just wanted to say good morning before I went out today. If you wanna hang again let me know.

I paused for a moment, rereading the message in my head. I had almost forgotten about the other girl I'd seen him with, but the second that I remembered, I exited the message and instead switched apps, opening up my Snapchat. I saw that I had a few snaps from friends from home, and one video from Camila. I wasn't ready to think about home just yet. The circumstances I'd left under weren't the best, and I wasn't prepared to think about it, let alone have anyone remind me of it. I tapped on Mila's video and immediately the sound of lilting guitar filtered through my phone.

I used to know you better,

Better than anyone,

Now I don't know you at all...

She was wearing a tank top and a pair of sweatpants, her hair stringy and wet, but for some reason, it was the best thing I'd ever seen. The song, though, was what really caught my attention. I slid over, sending her a simple message:

What song is that?

Her reply was instant, as always: It's called I Miss You... it was on at the mall when I got my new shoes. Speaking of... I need to go back at some point.

Again? Care to explain yet? I wrote, my eyebrows wrinkling in confusion. It hadn't even been a week since we'd been to buy the first new pair. I couldn't imagine how a girl could wear out a pair of perfectly new sneakers. She responded with a photo of the shoes, the canvas scribbled on with words I couldn't quite make out, and the soles and rubber parts nearly torn to bits.