Burning Desire (Camren) (GxG)

Chapter 10 ;)

Camila's POV

It was Friday and, as if guided by destiny, I was sitting next to Liam. We were both obsessed but by two different things; while he couldn't stop glancing at me, my attention belonged all to Lauren. She was eagerly interested in today's subject taking notes like she was the world's biggest nerd. That was a very unusual behavior, but since she had stopped staring back at me it was like she had plenty of extra time to actually care about what the prof was saying. I pretended to do so, but secretly all my thoughts included only her.
"What's a 'Lolo', Mila? You know he's talking about L-O-N-G-I-T-U-D-I-N-A-L studies, right?" Liam asked while pointing at the prof and then at my notes. I hadn't even noticed that I had written down her name, well sort of.
"You know, since 'longitudinal studies' is such a long word and I have a terrible orthography, I think I'll just go with Lolo. That works for me" I responded with a smirk. Even though that made no sense, it was the first pretext I managed to come up with to hide the fact that there was the nickname of my girl crush written on my notes. However, he giggled so I assumed that he wouldn't become suspicious.
"Haha sure, whatever you say. You're kind of a cute dork, you know that?" He said poking my waist. The way his expression changed from amused to seductive was a reminder of what Jennel had suggested the day before, so I joined his game.
"No shit! Don't tell me you just noticed that your fake girlfriend is a dork? But you're lucky, though. Like you said, at least you got a cute one," I said in a flirty way.
"The cutest!" He answered in a charming manner. For the first time in months someone else but Lauren made me blush. However, it was weird. I was used to that feeling whenever I was around her and the circumstance that someone else was responsible for the flush on my cheeks now felt...strange.
"Speaking of fake girlfriend; since our little trick worked so well last time, we should totally do it again. My friend Harry, the DJ, told me about a party tonight here on the campus. It's supposed to be one of the biggest parties this year, at least that's what he said. So we HAVE to attend that party, right?" He asked with a look of expectancy.
"Only if my fake boyfriend asks properly," I said with a smirk. Even though I wasn't really used to be all flirty and seductive, it was very easy to be this way with Liam, it came naturally to me. Somehow Jennel was right about him, he made me feel very comfortable.
"Ok, I'll try to satisfy your expectations," he said clearing his throat before he spoke again. "Do you, Camila 'What's-your-surname-again?', wanna come with me to this bomb party tonight?" He said with puppy dog eyes while he held my hand. Then he leant in kissing my cheek softly, I closed my eyes with a chuckle as I felt his lips on my skin. He was being very sweet and I wasn't used to this kind of cuteness when it came to boys in general...or Lauren. I heard some 'oohs' and 'aahs' from the row in front of us knowing that Jennel, Ally, Normani and Dinah had been secretly listening to every word we said. As I looked at them willing to give them a killing glance I couldn't avoid noticing that there was someone else whose attention had been aroused by the giggle of the girls. Our eyes met for less than a second before she turned around affecting indifference, but that moment was enough for me to categorize the expression of her green eyes which she was trying to hide as fast as possible; it was hurt. And somehow a little bit of disappointment, too. 'What the heck?' I inaudibly whispered to myself as I attempted to decipher her countenance. How could she ignore me for so long and then care about me flirting with someone else? I hated her contradictory and undisclosed attitude, but yet it made her even more fascinating.
"Mila, what do you think? Please don't tell me I messed it up because I don't know your surname! I'm horrible I know, BUT you can tell me everything about you tonight, if you accept my invitation," Liam suggested bringing me back to the here and now.
"Uh sure, whatever," I replied, still being out of things. Then I saw the confused expression on his face and I noticed I was totally out of sorts. "I mean, of course we'll go to that party. I couldn't say no after your sweet invitation. But forget one more thing about me and you'll never see me again!" I tried hard to pretend interest and enthusiasm, although the party was the last thing crossing my mind at that moment.
"I promise, by the end of the night I'll know everything about you. But even if I wouldn't, you can't hide from me anyway, we see each other practically every day in college," he said, his face changing from the confused expression to an eager one. We kept talking about the party but I was mentally absent. Once again Lauren had managed to confound me, just when I thought things were finally about to get better. But I wasn't going to let her manipulate me this way. I felt a rising anger within me. Whether she did it on purpose or not, she shouldn't treat me like I was her puppet making my feelings shake whenever she wanted to like they were on her fucking rollercoaster. I had to cut the strings between me and her and the first step to do so was to distract myself so I would keep her out of my mind, at least a little.

Before the party, I spent almost the whole evening with Jennel. She had noticed my concerns during classes and so she came over to cheer me up, once again. She asked me a few times about Lauren thinking that talking about her would actually help, but eventually she understood that I had chosen repression as strategy to get over Lauren. Jen quickly figured out a new way to support me and that's when she came up with her world-famous drinks which included a squeeze of vodka, orange juice, sucrose, limes and everything else she found in my kitchen. She really helped me to get ready for the party, I don't think I would had been in the mood to go out if it wasn't for her. We joked and laughed a lot while she helped me getting dressed and every now and then we sipped at 'whatever-that-drink-was' brightening my mood more and more until my phone buzzed what indicated that Liam was outside waiting in his car. Jennel and the girls decided to skip this party to give me and Liam some space alone, therefore I left Jennel behind while I made my way to his car. Liam welcomed me very charming with a kiss on my cheek. He was wearing a navy tank top which revealed his muscularity. I can't deny it; he was very handsome. It was actually the first time I looked at him thinking that maybe he'd be able to free me from my obsession. As we walked into the club he stretched his arm to hold my hand which he refused to let go unless it was to pay for our drinks or to stroke my face.
At some point of the night I couldn't avoid to compare Liam with the green-eyed girl I was desperately trying to keep away from my thoughts. Being with him was so different than being with Lauren, like they were two opposite worlds. Whenever I was around him I felt kind of safe and confident, the way he treated me was caring and gentle. He made me feel like I was the only girl in the world, in his world. When it came to his feelings he was like an open book to me; there were neither confusion nor uncertainty. But there were also no goose bumps or butterflies in my stomach, at least not as intense as the ones Lauren made me feel. When it came to her, everything seemed ten times fiercer and more passionate. The gazes were deeper, the uncontrollable tremble going through every limb of my body felt like an earthquake of lust and the growing warmth within me kept burning me alive every time I had to hold back the irresistible desire to be in her arms giving each other the pleasure we wanted so badly. I don't know if it was because of the amount of drinks Jennel had mixed for me or simply because I used to have weird thoughts like all the time, but during my comparisons a picture appeared in my mind which expressed pretty well how I felt between Liam and Lauren; if I were a boat, Liam would have been my safe haven, the one who gave me protection and stability. Lauren, on the other hand, would have been the storm on the high sea, exciting but dangerous. Of course the haven is beyond danger so that the boat is on the safe side. But isn't a boat worthless if it's just anchored? Isn't it supposed to explore the high sea to get to know its secrets despite the odds that the violence of the storm could probably break it? I was picturing myself at the haven, deciding whether or not to climb on that boat to travel the mysterious and dark sea, when all of a sudden my eyes caught the storm rising at the horizon; on the other side of the club, there they were, those green orbs which could mean adventure but also the sinking of the boat. Her glance brought me back to reality leaving one question left; go on board for dangerous adventures or stay ashore?

Lauren's POV
The last few days had been a torture of fighting back urges and pretending like I was fine. I was mentally exhausted, nothing had ever been harder but to resist the tempting innocence that surrounded Camila. I managed to avoid her appearance, though. Well, except for this morning when I automatically turned around as I heard someone laughing. I didn't know the cause for the giggles was that stupid guy asking her out. However, everything happened so fast I wasn't able to react the way I had planned to. The shocked expression exposed itself on my face and I was unable to suppress it giving me no other possibility but to turn my back on her. I hoped she didn't notice me, otherwise all my efforts over the last few days would had been in vain. Whatever, she seemed busy flirting with that douche, I was beyond her attention. But that was what I wanted to, wasn't it? 'Well done Lauren, well done!'
That night I went out with my girls to reward myself for the extraordinary self-control I'd had over the last week. Furthermore I needed to be cheered up, to have seen her that happy with someone else made me feel kind of minor and I couldn't stand that feeling; I'm Lauren fucking Jauregui and no one makes me feel minor, ever.
The club was filled with good looking guys and that would have brightened my mood, normally. But it didn't this time. The only thing I wanted was a drink at the bar. The girls looked at me in disbelief as I walked off the dance floor, usually I was the first one dancing and the last one leaving. However, I made my way to the bar willing to order Tequila, but then the memory of me licking Camila's neck filled my head and the need for a shot disappeared. Instead I ordered a Cuba Libre, that one worked too. I watched the crowd dancing and singing along but their excitement didn't carry me along. I looked at their faces and none of them seemed to arouse my interest, except for those brown eyes shining with the colored lights of the club. I could have sworn those beautiful orbs belonged to Camila but then I convinced myself that I was probably hallucinating. I sipped on my drink removing my glance from the imaginary Camila and when I looked back at the spot she was dancing a few seconds ago she was gone. 'That girl really drives me nuts' I said to myself as I stared at that empty place. I kept looking around as, all of a sudden, my eyes met those brown eyes ones again. They were coming closer, their look was focused on me. This time I couldn't deny that there was the real Camila in front of me. 'Damn it, why is there no place on earth you can leave me in peace?' I tried hard to avoid her glance but her appearance kept me mesmerized. There was barely self-control left, my head refused to work the way I wanted it to, it was overloaded. However, I planned not to talk to her, those days were over. We stared at each other as she walked by, a growing tension between us. My whole body trembled as I felt our fingers touching casually and I almost choked as I realized it wasn't my hand which held us together pulling me away from the bar. I followed her in disbelief but I didn't question her actions, I just followed. We left the club, no word had been said so far. I felt goose bumps all over my body and I could barely breathe. There was a determination in her attitude I had never seen before. She didn't look at me, she just grabbed my hand tightly while she walked away from the party. We stopped as we reached a dark side street and she turned around to face me. I just stood there wondering what was going through her mind. I was paralyzed, I couldn't breathe nor move. Everything I had wanted over the last few days was to be with her, look at her, touch her, kiss her, but now that she was standing right in front of me I wasn't even able to ask her what was going on. Her eyes stared at me analyzing my expression, waiting for me to do something. I could see the ghost of a smile forming on her lips as she finally decided to take the initiative one more time.
"I don't need a fucking haven to protect me, I want you to ruin me," she stated and before I was able to ask what that was supposed to mean her lips crashed onto mine. It was just then when I let go off my self-control and gave myself to my desires, our desires. She pressed her lips hard against mine while she grabbed my waist. I joined in immediately holding her neck to make sure she wouldn't escape this time. She squeezed my waist so hard she made me moan inside her mouth because her fingernails were hurting me, but yet she didn't relax her grasp. I could tell there was anger in her actions since I could totally relate to the way she was treating me. There were the same feelings I had endured over the last few days; passion, regression, frustration, rage. I wanted her to suffer the dolor I'd felt because of her and apparently so did she. I turned her around brusquely pushing her against the wall, the lechery kept growing. She screamed in pain before biting my bottom lip hard. I refused to complain, instead I let go off her lips sucking her neck while I unbuttoned her blouse. I could feel her insecurity when I exposed her chest, but nothing could have stopped my intentions, not even if she would have begged for me to slow down. I grabbed her butt with both hands to hold her, she wrapped her legs around my hips while I sucked her soft skin all the way down to her breast. My grasp was solid but I could feel my body shiver as she bit my lobe before sucking my sweet spot. My body heated up, all I wanted was to take off our clothes to be as close as possible. Her nipple erected as I bit and sucked at it anything but soft. Camila expressed her violent yet sexual arousal moaning and biting my neck even harder. My hands started to shake, we were outside in a public place but I didn't waste a second at the thought that we could've gotten caught. Every limb of mine was trembling, I couldn't wait any longer. I wanted her right there, no matter what. The wind was cold but our bodies could have not been hotter. She was just about to take off my shirt when something inside her bag started to ring.
"Shit!" She said almost inaudibly, she was breathing heavily.
"Camila I swear to God, if you allow someone to interrupt us again, I'll kill you. You will not run away and leave me just like that, NOT this time!" I stated while I grabbed her arms willing to hold her back if she attempted to go, even if I had to do it against her will.
"I won't, really. But I told Liam I was going outside to get some fresh air and now he's looking for me. I can't stay here, he'll find us sooner or later."
"Give me your damn phone, I'll fix this." As soon as I said the words she pulled out her phone handing it over to me as fast as she could. She was obviously just as impatient as I was. I typed a message while Camila buttoned her blouse. As soon as I sent the text I grabbed her hand and pulled her behind me.
"What did you tell him? And where are we going now?" Camila asked while she tried to keep pace with me. I was very, very impatient. My body was thirsty for more.
"I told your little friend that you felt sick and that you went home because you couldn't find him nowhere. Oh and I told him to fuck off!" I said with a grin on my face.
"LAUREN, that wa-" she tried to complain but I cut her off.
"Chillax, I was kidding...sort of! Anyway, our first problem is solved. Now let me crack the second one," I said and I couldn't avoid smiling as I noticed the confusion on her face.
"I don't understand. What would that be?" She was still holding my hand, we were walking as fast as possible away from the campus. As I saw a cab heading our way I raised my hand.
"I have to make sure that nothing and no one will interrupt us now. I'll take you to my place." Once the cab stopped in front of us I opened the door to let her in. Without wasting any words she got on the cab. Her eyes revealed how surprised she was but also the excitement growing within her as she realized where this was going.