The Hard Truth (Camila/You)

C.4

I practically knew nothing about these girls but here I am in their house. It's definitely better than where I was before but I still felt really uneasy about this situation.

"Ay homegirl, you want to shower?" Dinah came out of the bathroom, drying her hair off with a towel.

"Uh, sure." I responded.

"Do you need clothes or anything?" She asked.

"I got some, thank you though." I smiled and grabbed my bag.

Once I proceeded on with my shower, I heard yelling.

"So she's just gonna run our water bill up now? She isn't even paying it." Camila yelled.

"Jesus fucking christ Camila, you're being a fucking prick!"

"I'm dumbfounded that you even let her in here. You probably don't even know anything about her!"

"Camila, this discussion is over. She's staying here for as long as she needs." I heard Dinah's door shut.

I cut off the shower as I was done and quickly got dressed. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked more happy than I did before as my Y/H/C hair beautifully fell down my shoulders and my skin glowing. I looked quite different.

Once I opened the bathroom door, I was met with a smiling Dinah.

"Look at you girl looking like a whole snack!" Dinah complimented and I replied with a smile.

"Thanks for everything by the way. I know Camila doesn't want me here at all."

"It's no problem. Say, how about we go meet Camila." She smirked.

"Uh, yeah, sure.." I ran my hands through my hair and followed her out the room.

We padded through the hallways until we were finally met with Camila, who was grabbing some water from the kitchen.

"Camila, this is Y/N." Dinah spoke out.

Camila turned around and I noticed her eyes got wide and she cleared her throat, which made Dinah smirk.

"Uh, hi." Camila averted her eyes to the floor.

"Hi." I quietly spoke.

She kind of intimidated me. This girl was gorgeous even if her hair was messy.

"I forgot, I have to mop the fish's bowl, gotta run." Dinah said and I looked at her with a pleading look as she ran off.

I looked back at Camila who had her hand on the back of her neck.

"It's nice to meet you?" I awkwardly said.

"Yeah, you too."

Yikes, this is awkward.

"Do you need.. food or something?" Camila motioned to the fridge.

"No, no. I'm okay thanks."

"Make yourself at home then... I guess." Camila cleared her throat once more and walked off.

She left me there, dumbfounded. It looks like we both flustered eachother.

Maybe this girl really didn't hate me? She seems very confusing.