Who Is She?

27

"Fuck!" Camila whisper shouted, Shielding her face with her hand.

"What? What's wrong?" Dinah asked, turning around to see who or what Camila was hiding her face from.

"It's fucking Lauren Dinah!"

"I'm not picking up what you're putting down..."

"She's standing right fucking there with that boy."

Dinah turned around and her mouth formed an "o"

Indeed, Lauren was standing at the front of the cafe, conversations with the boy beside her.

Dinah couldn't see very well but she could tell that said girl had on black, ripped skinny jeans with a leather jacket.

"LAUREN!" Dinah shouted through the cafe. It was rather large so most people didn't hear her shouting, but those who did rolled their eyes and continued their own conversations.

Lauren looked up with confused, wondering who shouted her name, until her eyes met Dinah's. She was the one who rolled her eyes at her this time before putting one finger up to the tattooed covered boy next to her as if telling him to 'wait' one second.

As Lauren approached Camila quickly slid out of the seat, hand still covering her face, and ran out the back door.

"Where are you going Chancho!" Dinah shouted after her best friend who refused to spare her a second glance.

The entire time Camila was running she could feel eyes on her, and she knew who they belonged to.

"Who was that?"

"Oh nobody, hey I finally got to meet you!"

"Dinah," Lauren said sternly, giving her a cold stare, "who was that?"

"Fine. It was Camila but-"

"Are you kidding me! Don't let her escape next time, that's like the most stupidest thing you could do Dinah. And you're you."

"Oh whatever. She'll be back when you're gone."

"Looks like I'm not leaving."

"Actually.... I gotta go" Dinah replies back, looking down at her phone.

Before Lauren could look up at her Dinah was bolting towards the back door, the same way that Camila did.

"Fuck," Lauren whispered to herself.