Yes, Ms. Cabello. (Camila x You)

Tension

On Monday, there's yet another tension in the air.

"Okay, you refused to tell me yesterday but what the fuck is going on?" Cara demands, standing by my desk and looking between myself and Camila.

I sigh but don't make any further move to answer. I feel Camila's eyes on me for a moment before they leave.

"It's a personal matter, Cara." She replies quietly.

Unsatisfied, Cara looks directly at me for an answer. Before I can think of anything to say, however, the bell rings and Camila subtly directs Cara back to her seat. Defeated, Cara groans and goes to sit down.

"Did you see him yesterday?" Camila asks me, her hand inching forward as though wanting to clasp mine.

"No." I clench my jaw. He usually sits outside my house but he wasn't there. I think he's planning something, something big.

"Okay." She nods after a moment before standing up, "I'll be here for you, always. Just remember that." She adds before gaining the attention of the class and beginning the lesson.

She finishes with a few minutes to spare, which I spend scrolling aimlessly through my phone. Cara sighs loudly every now and then, but I don't give her my attention.

Somehow, I end up on some gossip page run by the 'popular-girls' of the school. Rumours about the teachers, students, and even the janitors turn up on the blog's dashboard. I chuckle at some of the insane theories they have before the bell rings signalling the end of class and I quickly pack my things up.

"See you tomorrow, Ms Cabello," I say simply, glancing up at her and feeling a pang of guilt for her upset and concerned face. I have been distant with her since we left the cafe on Saturday, but it tends to happen whenever something like this happens to me. Something like Oliver turning up. Something like feeling fed up with how my life always seems to go wrong. Something like my stubbornness making me blind to the fact that I should really just open up to her and accept her support.

Never the less, I find myself in Tech Theatre class with no motivation to stay, and no motivation to leave.

I probably should have left, though, because soon Harry, one of the jocks from Spanish, is annoying the shit out of me.

"So, what? Is she a lesbo or something?" He asks, sliding against the wall beside me.

"Excuse me?" I ask sharply, snapping my head around to face him.

"Cabello. I've seen her giving you the sexy eyes." He prods further, his ugly smirk telling me that he knows exactly what he's doing.

"What the fuck do you mean?" I hiss, not wanting to draw too much attention to us as he obviously has some dangerous information.

"Is she a dyke like you?" He asks, and I snap.

"Say that again!" I snap, pinning him against the wall in one smooth motion, my hand clasping his collar tightly. His smile gets deeper and she regards me rudely before continuing.

"I bet you two finger-fucked each other already." He spits, and that's enough for me to see red.

I send a fist into his side, toss him onto the ground and kick his other side. The room goes quiet as he groans but laughs through it, causing me to straddle him and send my knuckles crashing into his face repeatedly.

Someone comes up behind me and pulls me off of the boy, despite my flailing.

"Watch your fucking mouth, you asshole!" I yell, spitting on him as he rolls around in pain. What a wimp.

"Y/n Y/l/n!" The teacher yells, so I glare up at him, "Principal's office! Now!"