i dont think you know how important you are (camila/You)

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A/N: i dont know why i'm posting so much today. y'all should follow my twitter 

@ faveiscamila

I wake up to the sound of my alarm blaring. I snooze the fuck out of it. I set it for five and although i normally get up at that time because i took a show last night i don't have to start getting ready until at least 6:15. Lucky me. when the time for me to begin my morning rolls around i physically pull myself away from the safe confines that is my bed. I throw on some simple clothing and pick up my leather jacket on the way out of the door to my room. As i'm walking down stairs i notice that my father is no longer knocked out on the couch. It is nowhere near time for him to be at work and i can feel the fear bubbling up in my system. I tread carefully, and i've almost made it to the door as im stopped by a cold and unforgiving voice. "Y/RN."

in the years since my mother died i've learned that people deal with grief in different ways. Some shut out their friends and family, some push themselves into work losing their minds slowly and giving all their brainspace to avoiding thinking about the situation. Some end it right then and there and don't process it. And some, turn to substances to drown their sorrows. To make themselves physically and emotionally numb. Much like my father. He's here when i leave and here when i come back. I don't even know where he works, if he works. All i know is that the bills stay payed and it's enough.

As soon as i hear my name leave his mouth i panic and sprint for the street. I make it before he can catch me. I don't stop running until around a street away.i exhale shakily and slip in my earbuds put click shuffle. Broken by lund comes on. It isn't like the rest of my music. I actually listen to a lot of pop music and artist you can't find on spotify. I find comfort and solace in music. I skip the song, i don't feel as if i can listen to a sad song right now. A simpler song comes on. Guitar fills my ears and i begin my walk to school. I hear a rumble coming up the street, i have a feeling that i know who it is.

Camila pulls her motorcycle up to the curb and pulls off her helmet and holds it out to me. "Hop on, unless you want to be late." she says. I feel myself walking towards her without a second thought. I slip the helmet on and throw my right leg over the bike and settle myself on it. My arms link over her stomach on top of her abs. Seriously her abs are harder than fucking calculus. She kicks off the curb and speeds off towards school. I hold on tight, just because i look like a raging emo doesn't mean i have a death wish. We arrive at school and everyone looks at the new motorcycle. She steps off and helps me off the bike. i pull off the helmet and smooth out my shirt. i turn to taylor "thanks for the ride." short, simple, to the point. I feel like an idiot. She smile her smile at me, how the fuck have i not fallen over? I turn to leave before she stops me. "Hey, would you maybe like to sit with me at lunch?" i hesitate for a moment. But fuck it you know? She isn't my father. She isn't gonna hurt me. 

"I usually sit with ethan, but you're welcome to join us." if i end up regretting this i'm throwing myself off a building. She smile grows larger and she nods. "Yeah, that sounds great. See you in class!" we walk our separate directions. In the morning i only have first and second with her. And after lunch it's just rutherford. I think it's good that i'm trying to make a new friend other than ethan. Speaking of ethan i can see him barreling down the hallway towards me. He hug tackles me and we spin in the hall for a second. "What the fuck was that!" he says in a shrill voice. " a hug?" i ask. He shakes his head. "No you idiot, did you just ride in on the totally hot new girl's bike??!" he asks his voice still high. "Her name is camila and she offered me a ride." his eyes widen "and you accepted??" "yes you idiot, i rode in with her didn't i?" i drag him off to his class.

After dropping him by his class i sprint off to class. Barely making it before the bell rings. I sit in my chair and pull out the homework i totally didn't do and copy off of the person next to me. I can't really remember ever paying attention in this class. I turn "my" homework in ten minutes into the class. And i try to tune out the teacher while still looking as if i'm paying attention. And i magically find a way to get through the lesson without falling asleep.

I meet up with ethan in the hallway and he seems to have a million questions. "Okay first of all, how did you guys meet?" i roll my eyes "why do you have so many questions about her?" he looks at me like i'm the crazy one. "Because as much as i like being your only friend, it's exciting that you're meeting new people!" he says clearly excited for me. I roll my eyes, done with his theatrics. "I invited her to sit with us at lunch by the way. And of course he squeals like a fucking idiot. Ethan has jet black hair like i do, his is styled in a quiff and while mine is natural his is cheaply dyed. Believe it or not he's the perfect description for the blonde boy next door. He doesn't want that as his image shockingly enough so he regularly dyes it. In the summer it changes to a nice purple color. He has ruby red snake bites, my piercings are spider bites. We look like we match, another reason people think that we're dating. He walks me to my class, and when we got to the doorway he gives me a hug. "Just remember" he starts "you're my best friend" i return his hug and smile at him. "Of course ethaniel" i say. He frowns "that is not my name and i told you not to call me that!" he stomps his foot childishly. I giggle and turn to walk in the class "bye ethaniel." he turns on his heel and leaves. I smile victoriously and walk into class.

The seat behind me that is usually taken up by that rude bitch is taken up by camila. I sit in my chair and turn to her "hey, cam." i say she raises her eyebrows at me. "cam?" she questions. I shrug and turn back around. I look back five minutes later and she's still smiling.

When class ends she comes up to me. "Hey Y/N!" she says. "Hey, what's up?" i ask. I continue my walk down the hall with her at my side. She smiles "nothing, ready for mr.lincoln's class?" she asks me. I frown and i guess it's all too visible because she giggles. "I'll take that as a no then?" she states more than asks. "I fuckin hate his class" i say. She looks at me. "Wow! Really? I couldn't tell." i give her an unimpressed look. She laughs. Her eyes sparkle. After a couple of seconds we make it to class. I turn to her "So is it possible that i can have my chair back?" i ask. She then proceeds and crushes my hope and dreams by saying "nope. Not a chance" she smirks as i frantically look for another chair. She laughs "i'm kidding! I had someone save me a seat!" i look at her with pure unamusement.

 She waves and heads off to her seat. I sit down and decide id better not risk pulling out my sketchbook. Lincoln asks a student to pass out the pop quiz scores from yesterday. My heart drops when i see mine. 38% is scrawled at the top in red ink. Fuck. I'm so screwed. I could have sworn that i passed that quiz. Out of the corner of my eye i can see camila looking at me. She seems concerned. I spend the rest of the class struggling to pay attention all while her eyes burn a hole in the back of my head.

By the time the bell rings i feel unsurprisingly burnt out. I go to make my way to geometry but a hand on my wrist stops me. "Hey danny, are you okay" i turn to the ocean green eyes that pour over my own with concern. "Yeah i'm alright" i decide to answer. Luckily she seems to believe me. I feel a crushing weight on my chest and in my heart at the fact that i've lied to her. I don't understand why, though. I lie to ethan all the time and never feel guilty. Maybe it's because we're new friends and i feel bad about already being so deceitful. I plaster a smile onto my face and i walk towards my geometry class, as soon as she's out of my sight the smile fades.