Nothing much, just fine, I am doing well.

Part 3

Lauren's POV

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It was so weird, how much of a calming effect Camila had over me and what was also weird is that the fact that she is making me experience all these feelings that are spread throughout my entire body.

She held me for about 5 minutes until I finally calmed down and stopped crying. I wiped my tears away and she pulled away and looked at me. I felt a bit lonely at the sudden lost of touch.

" I am sorry for hugging you suddenly." , I smiled awkwardly at her. She didn't say anything but she kept staring at me. I felt heat rising to my cheeks as her piercing brown eyes looked straight into my green ones.

She shrugged, " I don't mind. Are you okay now? Do you still want to cry?".

God...only god knows the things her voice does to me.

"No, I am fine now. Thanks Camila. Also please don't say anything about this to anyone." I begged her. "No problem. It's not like I know anyone here anyways. I am gonna go to class now. Bye." , she turned around to leave.

No. Don't leave. I still have something to say.

But I couldn't say it as I watched her leave. I sighed. I opened the tap and splashed my face with water and faced the mirror to put my make up on again so that it didn't look like I was crying. Although, I was.

I took my book out of my lockers and entered my classroom. Everyone looked at my direction when I cracked open the door. "Why are you late, young lady?" my English teacher, Ms. Lovato frowned. "Sorry miss. I had to um..go to the toilet." I answered, hoping she would just drop it without making me go into detention at lunch.

To my surprise she did dropped it without questioning me more, "Don't let it happen again, Ms. Jauregui. Now go sit so I can continue with what I was teaching before you came in." I nodded and quickly walked to my seat to lay my books down on the tables and started taking notes.

As I was taking notes I couldn't help but think about Camila Cabello. She helped me out and by the looks of things she hadn't told anyone about me crying in the toilet. I felt very guilty that I bullied her for 4 years of her life since she started middle school.

I still have no idea what I felt around her or whether that was just the in the moment thing but what I do know for sure was that she made me feel safe and that she was kind. Even though she didn't smile or show any other facial signs, she was still nice. And despite me and my friends being a bitch to her, she still held me while I was in my vulnerable state instead of embarrassing me. It was strange. From that period onwards for the rest of the day I found myself having thoughts about her and caught myself staring at her a few times when we were in the same class or when we were at the cafeteria.

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I am reading a few Camren fanfics for research. Will try writing and publishing tomorrow. Have some banana 🍌