Yes, Ms. Cabello. (Camila x You)

I Know You

(oops I'm single af again and she hates me now hahahahaha *cough* how are you guys?!)
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A few days go by, and it's still the same. We barely communicate, and when we do it's cold and only school-related. I have a better relationship with Mr. Wood-whatever than with Camila at the moment, and that's saying something.

Cara notices. She notices everything. Honestly, I don't know what I did to deserve her. She brings two tubs of chocolate ice cream and a movie to my house after a week of the silent treatment.

"You're going through your first proper heartbreak! What kind of friend would I be if I didn't bring ice cream?!" She jests, making me crack a smile.

The movie is boring, but we spend more time laughing at how ridiculous it is and talking to one another than actually watching it. I realise how little time I've spent with her lately, and I feel guilty for that, too.

Still, it's an enjoyable night and distracts me from worrying about Oliver and losing Camila.

Until the next morning, at least, when I hear a commotion coming from outside my window.

"What the hell?" I mumble, peering over at my window and straining to hear what's happening on the other side.

"Get off of me!" A feminine voice calls out, one I recognise immediately.

"Camila?" I question, quickly scrambling out of bed and towards the window where I peer through the blinds. The sight that greets me instantly wakes me up.

"Jesus!" I hiss, tripping over from the shock as I run towards my bedroom door.

As I sprint down the stairs, I yell, "Mom! Mama! Wake up!"

Hoping they heard me, I grab the pepper spray from where we keep it in the dresser in the hall and throw the front door open just in time to see Camila elbow the man who calls himself my dad in the balls, managing to pull herself out of his grip and push him away. She stumbles towards me, accidentally crashing into my body. Instinctively, I wrap my arm around her shoulders and lurch forward, pushing down on the trigger and spraying him in the face.

"Shit!" He instantly hisses, bringing his hands to his face and stumbling back down the pathway leading to our front door.

"You piece of shit!" I yell at him, not noticing my hold on Camila grow stronger as I pull us both into the house while the disgusting man keeps stumbling around, pressing his palms into his eyes and yelling out in pain.

"Y/n..." Camila breathes against my heaving chest when I close and lock the door.

"Not now." I shake my head, letting go of her and putting the pepper spray back in its place and searching for a phone, "I need to call the police."

"What the-" I hear Mom ask, but she stops abruptly when Camila presses her lips against mine. Her hands cup my face as she greedily steals the air from my lungs, reluctantly stopping when there's none left, only to rest her forehead against mine.

"I'm so sorry." She whispers.

"Wait," Mom says, interrupting the moment and causing Camila to look over at her while I continue my search for a phone, "I know you. I saw you on the high street that one time. You took a photo of us."

"Mom," I sigh, "This is, uh, Camila. Camila, this is my Mom... and that's my Mama." I add when the second woman joins us in the lobby.

"Will someone find a phone and call the police, please?" I groan, "Camila just got assaulted and that dickhead got sprayed with pepper spray."

At my words, Mama sends me a stern look before holding her hand out to Camila, while Mom pulls her phone from her pocket and finally calls the police.