Competitive || Lucy/Camila/Lauren

six.

It's been two days after Lauren's victory, Keana had been acting weird towards Camila for that past two days. She seemed flirty and touchy towards the girl and that was queer for us. Keana rarely flirt with any girl.

Unless, she's cute and sexy and nerdy (her own words). Which fits in Camila's description.

Since Camila had to gave her full attention towards Keana, we decided that today only the three of us (as Mila, Laur and me) would be just hanging out. Besides, my lil sis is at Keana's and she had to babysit her siblings.

I sip my mocha and waited for Lauren to come out from her house.

Ever since we sent Camila her picture we took, she was ranting about how good Lauren's skills in photographing and would be happy if my girlfriend taught her some basic photography skills. I won't mind anyway, I mean— Camila Cabello is our friend and she wouldn't take Lauren away from me.

Right?

Yeah.

(Or I do not want Keana to touched the girl again or her head would be ripped off her body in just a second.

Blame the jealousy.

I don't know. There's this urgency to punch Keana's face. She would still be pretty if she was bruised but it kinda pissed me off that she got the chance to flirt with Camila.

And I just there watching with my girlfriend less than a metre away from me. Brilliant.

Wait— I'm jealous?

The fuh—!)

"Babe!"

I yelped in my seat, almost dropping my mocha. Lauren was laughing beside me, clutching her stomach as she wiped a fake tear.

"That reaction was priceless!" She screamed. I rolled my eyes in annoyance and pulled the gear.

Speeding up towards the younger Cuban's girl house, Lauren took my hand and intertwined our fingers. She caressed the back of my hand and kissed my fingers. This happens when she realised that she annoyed me, so this trick is always my weakness.

Especially kisses on my stomach.

And so I relaxed in her touch and bit my lip just to avoid her sly smirk.

In the meantime, I focus on the road while Lauren just channel surfing. She caught on a radio station where one of those indie rock/pop boy-band she loves are playing. Lauren loves them sooooo much because their era is so fucking lit.

As soon as the song ends, I reached Camila's house and she's already on the doorstep with a backpack.

When I horn, her eyes lit up like Chrismas has finally come and she quickly grabbed her bag.

"What you have there chipmunk?" I said, staring at her using the rear-view mirror.

"Just some food in case I got hungry." She shrugged.

"Snacks in that bag?"

Camila shrugged in sheepish. "What, I just love to eat a lot."

"Yeah, you could say that to Lauren. Me? Got this figure to take care of," I said, tapping my stomach. Lauren just looked at me with wariness in her eyes and I just scrunched up my nose at her.

"Does Lauren loves banana?" Camila said, leaning over as she eyed both of us, her eyes wandering back and forth with the cutest smile.

"Oh she does, too bad I don't like them," I said, winking at her. Camila just frowned and sit back again.