Burning Desire (Camren) (GxG)

Chapter 7

I woke up the next morning... well, actually it was in the afternoon when I finally managed to open my eyes without falling back asleep immediately. I barely remembered how I had gotten home, but it must have been early in the morning because I was still very sleepy. I tried to raise my head but stopped abruptly as I was suddenly overcome by a killer headache. It seemed to me like there was an immense pressure in my head, ready to blow up any second. I felt sick and my mouth was dry, it kind of reminded me of the Sahara. I needed to drink some water so I stood up but as I went a few steps I got into a conflict whether or not to throw up. Finally I handled to fight back my sickness. I made my way to the kitchen and drank off a whole glass of water at a record time. After a second one I went to the bathroom. It was quiet in the apartment, so I assumed that my roommate Logan had gone out to do some sports or something. However, as I saw myself in the mirror I was thankful for Logan to be gone, nobody should EVER see me the way I looked at that moment. My eyes were swollen, my face was pale and the makeup left was spread everywhere, I literally looked like an original masterpiece of Picasso, but in a bad way. I took some aspirin and returned to my room, put on some music to drown the tinnitus in my ears and laid down on my bed, waiting for that nightmare to pass by. I remained in the same position for almost half an hour until I heard my phone ring. I picked it up and looked at the screen. It was a text from Jennel. 'I wanna die!! I hope you feel better than zombish-jennel does! Great party though, don't you think so?' The party. I was so distracted by my physical condition that I had totally forgotten about the reason for it. I tried to remember, but the blackouts caused by the enormous amount of alcohol I had consumed made it difficult to reconstruct the happenings of the party. I vaguely remembered the order of events of that night, the fleeting memories came to my mind like indistinct pictures: the ride with Jen, Alex and Liam, Ally being super excited, mojitos everywhere, colored lasers, Liam grabbing my butt ... green eyes! Lauren doing some sexy moves in-between the crowd, her look fixed on me, Lauren walking off. Damn it, what happened next? As much as I attempted to remember, the hangover made me be in the dark. Did I talk to her? Or had I been a coward as always and had let her go without resistance? I needed to know and the only one who could probably help me was Jennel. 'Hey Jen, same thing here, I feel like a cast member of Dawn of the Dead! Yeah the party was cool (I guess), but can you refresh my memory a little? You know.. mojitos and stuff :P' While I waited for an answer, I tried hard to remember by myself, but the rest of the party seemed like gone, like it had never happened. Then my phone rang again. 'C'mon Mila, It's always the same with you: Party hard + blackouts =common weekend LOL the story of your life! Whatever, we got there and we had a few drinks, Liam was flirting with you ALL THE TIME (btw I can't believe you two had a body shot, I mean you could at least have waited until after your first dance ;) ) then you actually had a hot dance but then you disappeared! Where the heck have U been? When I finally found you, you were like high or something! Big grin on your face and all the other symptoms. Karla Camila Cabello, did u do drugs?! Anyway, I found you at the bar and you were babbling about tequila and that someone owed you one so we all ordered a few of them and then we went back to the dance floor. Eventually, we left the club when the sun was rising and you took a cab. Remember anything?' I digested her words letting them rebuild the missing part of the puzzle. I had disappeared, assumedly to go after Lauren, but what happened next? My memory was still stuck, so I read her text one more time. ...a few drink...Liam flirting...body shot...BODY SHOT! As the blurred pictures of me in that dark spot reached my mind I skipped a heartbeat. Lauren wetting my neck, licking it, drinking the tequila and then... OH MY GOODNESS! HOLY SHIT! We kissed, well sort of, but her lips were on mine, hers, Laurens, on mine! I jumped up and walked around my bed in disbelief. Did it really happen or was that picture of us connected a reflection of what I secretly wished had happened? I couldn't tell for sure, the thought of us being so close was so surreal, too good to be true. But somehow I knew it was the truth. Contradictory feelings overwhelmed me. I was excited, stunned, surprised, happy, but on the other hand there was a lot of confusion and worry. I had kissed girls before for fun, but I couldn't compare those casual, meaningless experiences with last night. What bothered me the most wasn't the fact that we had kissed, but that I had enjoyed it so much, and somehow still did. I should have known that my obsession with Lauren wasn't ordinary, but I sincerely hadn't expected there to be such hidden desires, like burning desires, not this way. My phone buzzed again. 'Remember now? Mila call me later so you can tell me your thoughts of Liam ;) Imma have some of my famous hangover-soup now, so hear U later xx' I laid back on my bed, my phone somewhere next to me. I wasn't able to answer. I couldn't talk to her and pretend like I was thinking of Liam when there were obviously other things tormenting me. Had it been the alcohol? Maybe this wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for all the drinks we both had had. I had been pretty drunk so I was probably complaining in vain. But if so, then why did the thought of her licking my bottom lip still cause a pleasant feeling of warmth in me? The day past by and I kept asking myself those questions to which I had no answers. My phone rang a few more times but I ignored all the calls, I felt unable to pick up and to distract myself from my issues.