Crush On You {Ausmila} {Delayed Updates}

chapter seven

'Camila, I love you.'

'I'm sorry, Austin. I can't do this,' Camila said, running away as fast as she can.

I just stood there, holding the tears back when Jackson came up to me.

'I told you she doesn't love you,' he said, kicking me in my shin and then punching me in my stomach. He laughs viciously while he walks away.

I fell to my knees and collapsed with tears streaming down my face.

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My eyes immediately shot open and I raised up. I glanced over at my alarm clock and it was 9:15. I got up, since I couldn't go back to sleep, because of that dream. I went to the bathroom and washed my face, and then I walked downstairs to lay on the couch in the living room.

Ding Dong.

I opened the front door and saw her. The most beautiful and perfect girl in my eyes. I couldn't help but smile.

"Hey Camila," I said, leaning against the door.

"Hey Austin," Camila said, smiling. "I heard you left early at school yesterday and wanted to see if you were okay."

"Oh yeah, I'm fine," I exaggerated a little, because I wasn't. I just couldn't tell her that her boyfriend was the one who injured the my hand, the one who caused hell for me ever since they began dating... He's the main reason of my problems.

"Can I come in?" Camila asked.

"Of course," I said and then closed the door after her.

"Haven't been inside here in a long time," she said, looking around the living room.

"Yeah, it's been awhile," I nudged her arm.

"Do you still have that ping pong table down in the basement?" Camila asked and I finished her thought, "That we used to play all the time when we were little?"

"Yeah," she looked at me and smiled.

"Of course, cause AC and I still play it at times." I said, "First one to 21 wins."

"You're on, Mahone."

I grabbed Camila's hand and headed downstairs to the basement. I grabbed the bin, where the equipment was in, on top of a shelf and grabbed two paddles.

"I used to beat you, Austin," Camila said, as I gave her a paddle.

"You would beat me in ping pong? Okay, Mila..." I said, getting ready to serve.

I served the ball and she misses it, "My point."

"I let you have that one," Camila said, getting the ball.

"Sure you did," I said, smirking.

We played until we got to 21 and of course, I won.

"I won," I said, putting the paddle down on the table.

"Yeah, yeah... I let you win, Mahone."

"Whatever you say, Cabello," I said, pulling Camila into a hug. It was one of those long, embraceful hugs and it felt nice. I never wanted to let go, because I already let her go once to the wrong guy.

"Well, that was fun. Even with one hand, you can still beat me in ping pong," Camila said.

"What can I say? I just have game," I teasingly said and she playfully punched me in the arm.