Lauren's P.O.V:
How I managed to make it to first period on time is beyond me. I not only woke up late, but had to drive in traffic and get pulled over for speeding. I probably looked like I had just gotten run over by a bus by the time I walked in the classroom. Most everyone was already in their seats with the exception of a few stragglers like me. I didn't even bother talking with my normal group. Normani and Arin didn't seem to be speaking and Luis was just keeping his distance. I guess something spilled.
As I sat down in my seat, I closed my eyes and let my head dangle back as I took in a large breath of air. As my lungs filled, I felt myself calm down, and as I exhaled, I was able to open my eyes and peer around the classroom for the person I truly wanted to see. I looked towards her seat that was a little ways in front of me and saw that it was empty. I felt my heart drop a bit at not being able to see her. In my rush, I hadn't even been able to text her good morning.
I took out my phone, hoping that she might have texted me, but my messages were empty. As I put my phone away, I got the scent of something I fully recognized. It was the smell of vanilla and mangos mixed together to form something I found thoroughly intoxicating. I turned my attention to the classroom door to see the brown eyed beauty I called mine walking in. Our eyes connected and I felt a small smile run across my face. She put on a small side smile and then walked to her own seat. As she sat down, she bent in such a way that her ass was the only view my eyes held. I won't deny that I took in a short gasp of air at the sight.
My gasp was heard by her a she turned her head slightly to give me a side smile and then look back at the front of the room. I smiled again at the fact that she was purposely teasing my and looked forward to how I could make her pay for that later. The teacher walked in and seemed surprised not to have my little group to reprimand. He took no time in getting into his lesson, but I paid little attention to his rabbling about old literature. My gaze was kept on the back of Camila's head, halfway hoping she would steal a glance in my direction.
Class ending surprisingly quickly and as the other students left I stayed sitting in my chair thinking about Camila. When I felt a hand being placed on my shoulder, I was quickly snapped back to reality and looked to see the person who had shocked me out of such wonderful thoughts.
I looked up to the person and saw the beautiful brown eyes that had invaded my dreams since the day we met. They were looking down at me with a smirk rising up into them. I hadn't even bothered to look at the rest of the person. I knew it was Camila, and that was all I needed to know. As long as those eyes were on me, I was happy.
"If you would stop day dreaming, you might realize that it's time to go." She said as a smirk was smeared on her face. I chuckled a bit, but then got my stuff into my bag and got up. I noticed that no one was in the classroom, not even the teacher. I thought for a moment, but then decided to risk it. As I began to follow Camila out of the classroom, I pulled her arm back to me and pushed her against the wall that the door was in. She was noticeably surprised, but seemed to like it.
I began kissing her before she could disagree and when my tongue was pushed into her mouth, I wasn't able to stop my hands. They flew to her hip and my fingers began pulling out the edges of her shirt from her skirt. When I finally had pulled enough out to slip my hand underneath, I wasted no time in doing so. Her skin was smooth and warm from how she had been sitting, and rubbing it became somewhat of a nervous tick. I didn't want to stop, so I began to slowly move my hand up her shirt nearing the part that I had been wanting for a while. I heard her quietly moan, and that was when I stopped everything. I removed my hand from under her shirt and divided our lips. I looked at her face. It was flushed with a red blush and I found that adorable. I unpinned her from the wall and walked away without even turning around.
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