Give Me A Chance(camren)

Chapter 32

*NOT PROOFREAD!*

Camila tapped her foot on the ground impatiently as she stood outside the school entrance doors.
School finished long fucking time ago and she doesn't know why that bitch is taking so long inside.
Everyone had already gone home and only a few students lingered behind, waiting for their pickups as they walked around outside the school.
Camila is feeling so mad she'll literally shout out for them to 'get the fuck home already' if she could.

Dinah is sat in Camila's car, probably asleep knowing her and Camila doesn't mind.
She's given Dinah her bag to take with her to the car, chuckling lowly as she remembers throwing it at her face and shouting out 'sorry! You wait in the car, I'll be back!' before running back to the entrance of the school to wait for that bitch.

The door opens and Camila's eyes look up, seeing the person that she just wants to see and she clenches her fists.

"Camila?" Heather speaks out, eyes narrowing suspiciously towards the Cuban girl in front of her.
Camila doesn't waste anytime in gripping her forearm harshly, tugging her as she drags her around the school, towards their dumpster area.

"Ow! What the-"

Heathers words gets cut off by her own grunt as she's being shoved to a wall, her eyes widening at Camila- who stares back with a deadly look in her eyes.

Oh fuck this. She's getting turned on again. Why must angry Camila turn her on all the time?

"Uh- why are.. Whats happeni-"

"I know you did it." Camila spits out angrily, eyes burning furiously as she stared into Heather's icy blue eyes with angry eyes.
"I-huh? What the fuck are you-"

"Just admit it dammit!" Camila growls out impatiently.
Heather is really starting to get on her nerves with how she's acting so oblivious and Camila's three seconds away from shoving her down into the dump and leaving her there.

"Admit what?" She growls back angrily, struggling to move against Camila's tight grip.
"Stop being so goddamn annoying. I know you wrote it." Camila says with her teeth gritted together.

"Oh my god! Wrote what? I swear I don't know wha-"

"The note!" Camila shouts, breathing heavily as her hold on the girl tightens.
"The note? I don't know anything about a fucking note!" She shouts back, seemingly telling the truth as her face morphed into one of confusion and frustration.
But still. Camila isn't going to fall for that.

"Oh really? So you didn't write this?" She reaches into her pocket, grabbing the crumbled piece of paper as she drops the girl down, her other arm still holding her pinned against the wall as she opens the paper up with her free hand and teeth.

Okay. Call Heather a horny bitch but god! Can Camila get any hotter? She's literally opening the paper with her teeth and lips? Mm.. Imagine if instead she'll be pulling my panties down with those teeth-

"Here!"

She blinks out of her daydream as she squints her eyes at the note held in front of her face.
Furrowing her eyebrows confusingly as her eyes read over the writing.