I'm Not Your Toy

My Savior

I just grabbed the last of my things out of the car and followed Camila up the stairs to her apartment floor for our final trip. She's been so helpful with getting my things organized, packed, and in the car. And not to mention, giving me a place to stay until I get my feet back on the ground. 

I'm not going to lie, the past few days have taken their toll on my emotions. I know I needed to end things with Lucy, but after taking a step back to look at everything, I realized how blinded I was by my feelings for her. Why do I always end up with people that end up hurting me so bad. I always give them all of my trust and end up in a toxic relationship, but that's going to end now. 

I was living off of what I originally packed and what Camila let me borrow, but we decided it was time for me to move out of my apartment and get away from there. Thankfully, Lucy has been out of town for a photo shoot, so we were able to take our time and make sure I had everything. 

The front door shuts behind me and I take a deep breath in. I suddenly feel much more relaxed than before. Setting down the final box in my new temporary room, I hear Camila sit down on the couch. 

"Thank you so much for everything, I have no clue how to repay you." I say, joining her on the couch. 

"No worries, knowing that you have a place to stay and you're safe is all I need," she says while checking her phone. "I can't believe it's already 7. I really don't feel like cooking tonight, so how does pizza sound?"

"Pizza sounds perfect, I can pick it up before I go to work. I think it may be a late night for me." I say, knowing that I'll probably stay after for some drinks. I have a lot of catching up to do after taking a week off from work and I just need to wind down and blow off some steam.

"Okay. I think I'm going to take a shower, but remind me to get you a key before you leave." 

The front door opens again and Sofi comes running in my direction. "Lauren!" she exclaims before jumping onto the couch beside me and pulling me into a hug. "I missed you so much! I totally thought Mila was lying when she said you were going to stay with us." I can't help but laugh.

"You grew up so much. You're like a real person now, it's weird." I tease and she slaps my arm and acts offended, making me laugh again. "I was a real person then too. It's just been like five years."

We catch each other up until it's time for me to get pizza and go to work. She told me all about her honors classes and good grades at school. She also has a boyfriend and I told her that if he ever hurt her, I'd find him and beat him up for her. Camila stayed in her room, I'm guessing because she knew we had a lot to talk about.

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The pizza took a lot longer than I originally planned, so I dropped it off and raced to the bar, deciding that I'd snack on something there. It's already midnight, so I'm cleaning up my station and passing on the remaining customers to the bartender with the next shift. I go into the back and change out of my uniform before sitting at the bar and ordering an old fashioned from my coworker. 

Before I know it, the bar is starting to shut down and it's already 3 in the morning. When I go to stand up, I start to feel all of the drinks I've had. I really don't want to walk home and there's no way I'm in any condition to be driving. I can't even stand up straight, so I do the most logical thing I can think of.

Texts between Lauren and Camila

Lauren

Camzi? are youaawake

Camila

Lauren, it's 3 in the morning. Are you okay?

Lauren

can u drive mme

Camila

Are you drunk? I'm going to the car. Can you tell me where you are?

Lauren 

i sorry. At work 

Camila

I'll be there in a few minutes.

A few minutes later, a car parks at the curb and the window rolls down. "Did you call for an Uber?" Oh, I forgot that was an option. "No, my friend is coming." I reply and walk away a few feet before almost tripping on a crack in the sidewalk. "Lauren, I was kidding. Get in before you hurt yourself." I do as I'm told and get in the car.

The silence in the car is bothering me because the thoughts in my mind are racing faster than I can process. The only thing I can focus on is my driver. My savior. 

"You're kinda hot now." I say with a smirk and she continues to drive. "My savior." She stops at a red light and looks at me with the look I know too well. Pity. "How did you get this drunk, Lauren? I thought we were dealing with everything." I can't focus on what she's saying, but I suddenly feel sad. Like I'm just realizing what has happened to me this past week.

"Why does everyone always hurt me?" Her face falls before the light changes to green and she has to pay attention to the road again. "First Lucy, then ty, then you, and back to lucy. It's like I'm cursed."

"You're not cursed Lauren, none of them deserved you and you deserved much better than them. I despise how things went down with us and quite frankly, I didn't deserve you." The car stops again and I realize that we were already in the parking garage for her apartment. She gets out and opens the door for me. "Maybe the timing wasn't right for us. You got super hot." Her eyebrow raises. "I see someone's a flirty drunk now." She laughs before she frowns. "Wait. Does that mean I wasn't hot when we dated? You're an ass." Oh no. Damage control, I tell myself.

"Nonono" I quickly rebuttal. "You were cute then. But now you're hot." She laughs again and I take it that I was successful with my damage control. "Whatever, you're drunk and I have a feeling you aren't going to remember much of this conversation when you wake up." I scoff and look at her like she's crazy. "I never forget. And if I do, maybe you should remind me." She opens the door and I seize the moment to give her a kiss on the cheek and go to my room before she can say anything.

Before I can fall asleep, I hear my door opening and footsteps coming towards me. My eyelids feel too heavy to open, but I know it's Camila when I hear a glass being placed on my bedside table. The footsteps get quieter before they reach the door again, but before the door shuts, I hear a quiet voice.

"What the hell are you doing to me, Jauregui?"

Why do I always get inspiration to write when I am super busy with schoolwork? I think I'm getting back into this story again. Hopefully I can push out some more chapters soon, so you guys can be happy and not have to wait so long

Happy Superbowl Sunday to whoever cares about it. If I'm being honest, I don't really care about any football other than my college team. We had a 25 winning streak but lost to LSU in December 😑

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