Your POV
"Y/n/n. Y/n. Y/n!"
I jumped when someone got my attention.
"I'm sorry, what? I didn't hear what you said."
Camila raised her eyebrows at me as she looked down at the notebook that was set in front of me. We'd been in this studio all day and I hadn't written a single thing on the page that was in front of me.
She quickly grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the studio, bringing me into the women's bathroom.
"Uh... I don't think I'm allowed to be in here," I told her as she checked the stalls before locking the door.
"What's wrong?"
I raised my eyebrows at her questions.
"Nothing," I told her, which was a lie.
I had been distracted all day because I couldn't stop thinking about the talk I had with Lauren two days ago.
"Bullshit. You've been acting like this for the past couple of days," she said as she grabbed my hands. "Tell me what's wrong."
"Cam. There's nothing wrong. I guess I've just been more stressed than usual. I don't know," I said with a sigh.
She stared into my eyes for a few seconds and leaned in to kiss my lips.
I kissed back, closing my eyes but quickly reopening them when all I could picture was someone else.
"Oh my God. It's me. I did something," Camila rushed out as she took a step back.
I hadn't even realized I stopped kissing her back.
"What? No! Camila, I swear you didn't do anything. I just can't focus on anything and it's frustrating as hell," I told her, watching her eyes soften as I ran a hand over my face.
"What are you thinking about?" She asked, cupping my cheek with one hand as her other ran through my hair.
"I can't..." I breathed out.
"You can't what?"
"I can't tell you," I mumbled lovely.
Hurt shined in her eyes at my statement.
"Did you do something?" She asked and I knew what she was thinking.
"No, I didn't do anything. You know I wouldn't do that to you," I told her.
"I know. I'm just trying to get you to talk to me. I want to help you," she said.
"I know you just want to help, Camila," I said as I cupped her cheeks. "But I think this is something I have to figure out myself."
She nodded at my words, bringing me down to peck my lips.
"Go home for the day. I'll tell Nate you weren't feeling well."
"No, Camila I'm fine. I can-"
"Go home," she cut me off. "I'll text you when we're done for the day and if you're okay with it I'll come over."
"I'm sorry," I mumbled as I brought her in for a hug.
"Stop apologizing. You have nothing to apologize for," she told me, but she didn't know why I was apologizing.
I did have something to apologize for, but I just nodded at her words before going home.
When I walked into the house I was confused. The girls were home?
I walked through the house, hearing Dinah's music playing as I walked into the living room.
"Oh, hey. You're home early," Ally said as her, Normani, and Dinah were sitting in the living room.
