SHE LIKES GIRLS - CAMREN

3. Austin?!

I arrive home. Everyone is still asleep. I go up to my room and lie down on my bed. A tear rolls down my cheek. I'm crying. Crying over Camila. Crying over being afraid to tell her. Crying over the possibility of losing her as a friend. Crying over a fucking misunderstanding. Crying because she probably hates me. I sigh when the tears don't come anymore. I reach over to my phone and sends Normani a text.

Me: She hates me.

Manibear: I'm on my way.

Fifteen minutes later Normani knocks at the front door. I let her in and we go up to my room. I tell her everything  might as well right? Camila already thinks I told her, which technically I never did. I never said "Camila likes girls."  

"I'm so sorry" Normani says and hugs me. "It's okay" I say. "I'll tell Dinah to talk to her" "No. Don't. She needs space" I say. Normani nods. We sit there for a few minutes until my phone goes off.

Dj: What the fuck did you do to Camila?!

I swear the fuck that I'm going to throw this phone away, it only causes trouble.

Me: What did she say?

Dj: That you broke her fucking heart.

What? I broke her heart?

Me: How did I do that?

Dj: You betrayed her trust.

Me: Look, I'm sorry. I really am. But it's way more complicated.

Dj: Is it about your little crush on her?

Me: Yes.

Dj: Oh okay. Damn bro, man up. Tell her!

Me: It's too late now.

Dj: Yeah. She's kinda mad.

Me: I'm sorry. It's all a misunderstanding.

Dj: Then fucking tell her that, tell her everything.

Me: She won't listen to me now.

Dj: I'll make her.

Me: I can't.

Dj: Okay, whatever. Figure it out. Got to go, she's making me watch Power Puff Girls, thanks a lot. ✌️

"You okay?" Normani asks. "No" I can feel the tears on their way again. Normani leaves about two hours later, a family thing or whatever. I decide to stay in my room all day. My parents are a little worried and my siblings too. But I'll be fine.

Later in the day my mom comes to me. "Get dressed Laur. The Cabello's invited us to dinner. You should at least look presentable" she says. "I'm not going" "Why not?" she eyes me suspiciously. "I think I'm getting sick" I lie. "Okay. I'll let it slide since you've been a little off all day" she says and gives me a hug. "Now rest up" she says before leaving and closing the door behind her. I'm really not up for seeing Camila, not after what happened between us. Later that night they return from dinner. Taylor comes to me with ice cream and a DVD, since I'm not feeling well. I play the movie with Taylor next to me, eating ice cream. It's nice to spend time with her, she makes me feel better.

"Did Camila say anything about me?" I risk. "No. She was really quiet all night" Taylor says. I nod.

We finish the movie and she leaves. Honestly, I don't know what the heck and a half happened in that movie, all I have on my mind is Camila.

Sunday rolls around and I'm feeling a bit better. I spent the day with my family, barely thinking about Camila. But as Monday approaches, I quickly start to feel "sick" again. My mom doesn't buy it and I'm forced to go to school. I can do this. I'll just avoid Camila all day. Easy right? Wrong.

Walking into the entrance I spot her. Flirting with fucking Austin Mahone! She sees me, I know she does. Dammit! I know she's a lesbian. But it gets to me. I stand there speechless. Fuck this, I'm leaving. I turn around and head to where my car is parked. I throw my bag inside. Then I hear a voice behind me. Her voice.

"What's your fucking problem?" she says. "You've got some nerve" I say through gritted teeth. "Why? Because you hate Austin?" she says. "You know he'll only hurt you" I say, my jaw clenched. "Like you hurt me?" she asks, fire in her eyes. "Is this what it's about? Do you want to hurt me? It was a fucking misunderstanding!" I yell. "Then explain it to me please!" she yells back. "I don't have time for this" I get in my car. "Yeah. Run away again!" she says. "You told me to go! So I did. I tried to give you space! And now I need space! I need to think" I say. "Then let me know when you're fucking ready" she says before I slam my door shut and speed away.

I finally stop at a coffee shop, my favorite one. I need to relax and a cup of hot chocolate will help with that. I order and take a seat, my usual seat, next to the big window so I can see the busy street. A while later a waitress brings me my drink. I sip on it and stare out the window, deep in my own thoughts. "What's a pretty girl like you got to worry about?" I hear a voice. I look up. "I'm Lucy. May I?" she motions to the chair opposite me. I nod. "So what's your name?" "Lauren" I can't help but smile when she smiles so warmly at me. "I like it" she nods. I glance out the window again. "So, who's the guy that you're thinking of?" she says while sipping her own drink. "It's actually a girl" I say, my eyes still looking through the glass. "Oh. So what did you do?" she asks. "I'm afraid" I say. "Of what?" she says. "Telling her how I feel" I look down into my drink. "Listen, I know it's scary as hell to tell someone that. But if you do, it's worth it" she says. I look at her "And if she doesn't feel the same?" "The worst thing that could happen is you get rejected" she says. "And what if she doesn't want to be my friend anymore?" I ask. "Then it's her loss" she says simply. She writes her number on my hand. "If you ever need someone" she says, smiles warmly and leaves.

I finish my hot chocolate and decide to just take a walk. I walk down the sidewalk, just breathing in the cool air and looking at all the little shops I pass by. I come across a little art gallery, just a few pieces, mostly bare white walls. I haven't painted in a while, maybe I should start again. I head out to find my car. I need to buy some supplies. All these built up emotions needs an outlet. I go home after buying everything I needed.

I set everything up in my room and just let it come to me. My hand moves with fast aggressive strokes, with dark colors and thick paint. The end result looks like absolute shit. Just a bunch of random colors on the canvas, a slight outline of a girl can be seen. I take a step back and rub my chin. It looks crazy, but I feel crazy.

Camila makes me crazy.