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Part 7

Lauren's P.O.V

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I opened my eyes to see the white ceiling of my room. I sat up and my feet landed on the cold wooden floor. I slowly made my way to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. Staring up straight into the mirror I see a pair of groggy eyes and my own tired face. I couldn't sleep last night, I kept thinking about what happened with Camila and Brad. Every time the thought slips inside my mind I can't help but feel so guilty.

The morning breeze blew into me as I rode my bike down to school. It was the start of winter and it's only gonna get colder. I shivered, even though I was wearing a three layers of clothing. The first layer was my favorite long sleeved shirt, the second one was the hoodie I got from Camila, my brain tells me to give it back to her but my body tells me otherwise and frankly I think I am going with my body on this one. I didn't want any questioning eyes at me for wearing Camila's hoodie so on top of it I wore a black leather jacket.

'Ah...this is so much warmer.' I thought, entering the hallways of my high school. It's like -8 degrees out there today. To my surprise I didn't see Brad and our friends anywhere. 'Hmm...they are probably out doing some stupid shit in the snow.' I grabbed my books out of my lockers and locked it, the moment I turned around to walk to my first period, I saw Camila in the corner of my eyes and quickly turned that way.

She was standing alone near her locker, probably thinking of the classes she had today. Then, a male student walked by with his friends and pushed her into the locker. I heard him whisper, "You fucking dyke." into Camila's ears and walked away from her. My angered boiled. I know I am the one who let out that piece of information because I needed to be saved from Brad's beatings when I don't do something he said. I understand that it's no good excuse but I am still scared, scared of what he can do to me. I need to apologize.

I quickly strolled over to her. I couldn't see her warm, brown eyes anymore. Instead there was a pair of blank, brown eyes. She didn't seem to be angered or sad by what the guy said to her.

I opened my mouth, " Hey, Camila. Can we-". She walked past me and the sad part is I think she didn't see or hear what I was saying. She looked empty. It's like her eyes were clouded. Being the persistent person that I was, I ran to her and grabbed her wrist only to make her hand jerk away from me. She didn't even turn around to see who it was. She seemed to be in space.

"Well, there is always a next time, I guess." I muttered softly to myself on the way to my class. I thought wrong.

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Sorry, I will update tomorrow.  I've been really busy  and I need to sleep.