Yes, Ms. Cabello. (Camila x You)

Deny, Deny, Deny

"What's wrong now, Y/n/n?" Cara asks almost sarcastically as I throw myself into her bed and lay on my back, arms by my side, and stare up at the ceiling.

"I've got a crush on Camila." I declare under my breath, hoping she doesn't hear me.

"Who's Camila?" She questions, sitting beside me and crossing her legs. All it takes is one look from me, a brow cocked halfway up my forehead, and it dawns on her.

"Oh my god, you already know Ms Cabello's first name?" I don't even respond in time before she moves on, "Dude, she was so whipped for you today. She definitely likes you back."

"What? No. That's not what happened." I argue and look back up at the ceiling but she just shakes her head and sighs, laying beside me with her head crushing my stomach.

"You're kind of really stupid, you know that Y/n?" Is all she says before I leap up, moving to hit her jokingly but she jumps out of the bed and runs out of the room.

At least that gives me time to think for a moment. Is she right? Is there any chance that Camila, or Ms Cabello, likes me back in the way that I'm already feeling for her? Should we even do anything about it, seeing as she's my teacher and all? The answer to that last one is no, but the real question is 'Will': Will we do anything about it? I know I want to.

"Y/n!" Cara shouts from downstairs, and I call back a 'Yeah?' in reply.

"Wanna go on the trampoline?"

Yes, we're seventeen and eighteen years old and yes, we do still like to use the trampoline. It's the same one we've used since freshman year, though Cara got it for her eighth birthday. We pretend like we just sit on there and chat but, while we do do that sometimes, we also still jump around and play stupid games like 'crack the egg' or 'who can do the most flips without hurting themselves first'. That's why a smile crosses my face and I race downstairs to meet her at the bottom.

So much for the badass, 'I don't really give a shit about anything' Y/n. Sometimes I feel like two separate people, like I don't know which is the 'real' one. It's like whenever I'm in public or when I bring someone home to fuck, I'm one person and then whenever I'm with Cara or my parents or her family, I'm someone else. Right now, I'm the fun, playful Y/n, but if anyone else were here, I'd probably be the other me. It's weird. Today in class, I think I was more like this me, the at-home me, when I'd had to convince Camila to lie over the phone. I was worried and honest and I evidently gave a shit.

I follow Cara up onto the trampoline and instantly start laughing when she jumps and lands on her backside, bouncing back into the air again.

Camila's POV

There's something about Y/n, something else there that I want to understand. It's like... like she's a puzzle and there's a missing piece, and I know it's there, just buried under the others, but she doesn't trust me enough to find it and click it into place. I shouldn't have lied to the office today. Now she probably thinks she can do whatever she wants and I'll just pander to her wants and needs.

And she most definitely was flirting with me today, after class. I bet she didn't even forget about the pencil, I bet she just wanted to give herself a chance to flirt with me.

I'd heard the rumours from the other teachers saying she's hard to handle and that she never listens and that she's a real troublemaker, and I've heard the rumours from the students saying she sleeps around with tons of people because they all seem to want her and, while I really shouldn't, I think there's a tiny piece of me that does too and that tiny piece happens to manifest itself in blushing cheeks and a throbbing core whenever she's in my class.

I need to get a hold of it, I know. I need to control it and snap myself out of this. It's illegal for God's sake! I can't ever do anything with her, as much as I want to...

No. I don't want to. Nuh-uh.

"Hey, Thunder!" I grin at the puppy as he appears in the cracked-open doorway. Upon hearing my voice, he bounds into the room and onto my bed, basically throwing himself into my lap and scattering the work I was grading. I can't really get bad at him though because have you seen him? He's the cutest German Shepherd puppy in the world, I'm sure of it.

Instead, I sigh and hope he hasn't crinkled anyone's up too badly.

"What am I going to do with you?" I question and he looks up at me with his wagging tail, laying down and resting his head on my knee.

Ha, and guess who's paper I have to grade next? It just happens to be Y/n's and Thunder is currently laying on it.

"Hey, move over." I try, lifting him up slightly to try and get to the paper but he puts his paws on my face and uses it as leverage to stretch. I splutter as one of them fall onto my mouth and try again to move him out of the way. This time it's a little easier and I scoop him up and laying him on his back on my lap, like a baby. Now I can get to the homework that I've been grading for at least an hour now. Note to self: set less homework.

When I finally find Y/n's paper, I see something scrawled next to her name. It's small, but I could swear it says 'hey cutie' followed by a phone number.

"Oh, Y/n, Y/n, Y/n." I mutter, shaking my head and chuckling a little and Thunder starts 'talking' back to me, grumbling in his spot which makes me laugh and pet his head.