Yes, Ms. Cabello. (Camila x You)

Caught Red Handed

"Y/l/n?" I hear someone call, making me freeze up. My jaw clenches visibly as I look up from the waiting area seats to see none other than Camila herself walking towards me, heels clicking on the linoleum floor. Instinctively, I hide my hands in my jacket.

"Hey." I nod, hoping she'll let it go.

"What are you doing here?" She asks anyway, and I sigh when she takes a seat beside me.

"My dickhead of a teacher sent me here, obviously," I reply, and she scoffs.

"Let me see your hands."

"What? No."

"Y/n, let me see your hands." She repeats with a stern voice, one which I apparently can't stand up to as I slowly remove my hands from inside my jacket and rest them on my thighs, revealing my bloody and bruised knuckles.

I expect a gasp, or for her to reach out for them, or any sort of reaction really, but she stays still and silent for what feels like hours.

Finally, she speaks up.

"Come to my room at lunch." She instructs with no disappointment or even anger evident in her tone, no emotion at all, and I simply nod.

"Y/n Y/l/n." The principal says with a harsh tone. I quickly stand up and head into his office, preparing myself for the lecture I've received a thousand times already. I'll go to ISS for a day, and he'll tell me not to do this again or there'll be further consequences, though there never are.

...

"Come with me," Camila says in that same tone as she meets me halfway down the hall her classroom is in.

"Where are we going?" I ask, following her down the staircase and eventually out of the doors. I remember when I'd followed her before and we ended up going to the waterfall, but she didn't lead me to her car this time.

We stay relatively near the door, just a few feet away, and she pins me against the wall. My heart rate and breaths quicken immediately.

"Why?" She asks, her emotions finally sleeping into her voice, though they're not good. She's angry with me, very angry.