The Hard Truth (Camila/You)

C.5

"What happened out there?" Dinah laughed and flopped down on her bed.

"Why'd she look at me like that?" I rubbed the back of my neck.

"She got you all hot and bothered huh? Looks like you did that to her too. I never struck her out as gay."

"Definitely not. I don't think she looked at me in that way. Plus I'm not... gay."

"Mhm, sure you're not." Dinah smirked.

"Fine, I am. But that doesn't mean shit." I sighed.

I was ashamed that I was gay sometimes because I was hated by my 'dad.' It was one of the reasons he was abusive.

"I've honestly never seen Mila like that. You should definitely try her out." Dinah winked.

"Dinah, I don't like her like that." I covered my face up with a pillow to hide my blush.

"Fine, fine. But I know you do." She laughed.

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After a few hours of watching Orange Is The New Black with Dinah, we smelled food cooking and decided to go down and take a look.

Upon entering the kitchen, I realized Camila had set up 3 plates of food. It strangely occured to me that she hated me and now she's including me in dinner?

"Damn what's gotten into you Mila? I've never seen you cook and then set up plates before." Dinah looked with a puzzled expression.

"Well stop staring and sit down." Camila said.

We slowly sat down. I started to feel slightly uncomfortable with the gorgeous girl sitting right across from me. I get major anxiety in these type of situations.

"This looks really good Camila." I said to break the quiet environment.

"Thanks." She gave me a small smile and I swore that my heart was about to fly out my chest.

I peered over at Dinah and she looked like she had just witnessed god with our interaction.

"Jesus christ Camila, where'd you learn to cook from?" Dinah shoved half of the food on her plate in her mouth.

"Mi Mamá." She said with a little accent and I almost choked on my food.

Jesus she's gonna be the death of me.

I honestly did not expect to be this whipped for a girl who started out hating me and now all of a sudden acts different?

A/N

This might have been bad because that I cannot write in public situations. I wrote this in school and distractions make me think a lot worse.