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

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A/N: this story is currently 477th in the category highschool au and honestly i'm kinda really proud of that. 

I wrap my arms around her waist as she kicks off of the curb. I feel nerves start to bubble in my stomach. I've never been to anyone's house before, aside from ethan. But that was always when my father lost his shit.

Her hair blew behind her and hit my shoulder. Perfect and ]brown.

Within minutes she's pulling to a stop in front of a nice two story house.

camila smiles "welcome to my home" she grabs my hand and pulls me to the door. As we enter the house a shout comes from somewhere in the building. "Mija is that you?" she calls back "yeah, i've brought a friend"

I hear fast approaching footsteps. A short woman approaches. "You've made a new friend!" she states excitedly. She comes up and wraps me up iN a tight hug. "Y/N this is my abuela" camila introduces. "Abuela this is my new friend Y/N. Her abuela does that weird eyebrow thing almost like she was insinuating something. camila gives her a look and tugs me to the kitchen. "Im grabbing snacks, do you want anything?" she has me sit on a stool and i look up at her. Her hair frames her face and my heart beats faster. "N-no thank you, i'm good." she smiles at me and grabs a bag of pretzels and two big reds. She goes to lead me upstairs when we walk past her parents in what i assume to be the living room. "camila, sweetie who's this" who i suspect to be her mother asks. "Mama this is Y/N" she introduces me. I walk forward and shake her mothers hand. "Hi i'm camila's friend"

She gives me a scrutinizing look. And i know. All she sees of me are my dark clothes. She sees the dyed hair and the piercings. She made her mind up on who i am.

I introduce myself to her father as well only to receive the same harsh glare. "And what is she doing here?" her mother asks and i look down ashamed.

"Y/N and i are working on some history work" she states and i can tell she knows what her parents are thinking. "Were heading up now" and tugs me up the stairs. "Leave the door open!" her dad yells from his chair. When we reach her room the closes the door. I take a look around her room. Her queen bed sits off to the side and she has a keyboard in the corner. She has posters all over the walls. We sit on the bed and she pulls out our history book.

She begins by asking what my problem zones are and i embarrassingly tell her that i don't know shit about history "i just kinda draw, i never seem to pay attention" she frowns and looks as if she's deciding something. Camila turns to me and says "how about we start with what we are currently learning.?" i nod along to her suggestion, however throughout the lesson i can only seem to stare at her eyes.

I wake up to my phone buzzing. I look down at the screen and smile

Camila: can i give you a ride to school today?

Me: yeah, totally!

Camila:i'll be there in liek 10 minutes

Me: okay cool.

I set my phone down and glance at the clock. School starts in twenty minutes and camila gets here in ten. I need to hurry the fuck up. Like seriously. I tear off my covers and quickly change into my clothes for the day before heading downstairs.

Hes not on the couch but the smell of alchohol lingers. I sneak to the front door and grab the knob. A hand grabs my shoulder and throws me backwards. My head slams into the floor. And it hurts so fucking bad. "Where the hell do you think you're going Y/RN?" he asks in his deep voice "i have to go to school" i say weakly, i'm terrified. "Youre not goign anywhere until this living room is fucking clean do you hear me?"

I try to stand up for myslef but that only enrages him more

"NO" i flinch. He closes in and i can feel his breath. It smells like shit.

"It's your fault that the house is this way. You're always out when you should be cleaning." i feel my eyes tear up "did you think i wouldn't notice that you've been slacking?" he swings at my face and i'm met with sharp contact my nose gets hit the most and i know it'll bruise.

I'm lost as what i should do. That is untiil i hear a motorcycle rumbiling.

Camila.

I shove him away and dash out the door. I can hear his footsteps behing me. I clamber on the back of her bike and yell "drive hurry please" and she gets the ,essage because she gasses that mptherfucker. I grip on to her stomach tightly and she speeds away from the scene. She drives and i'm content to just rest my head against her back until she pulls into a parkinglot.

"Why are we at target?"

She doesn't seem to be smiling. "I'm not taking you to school like that, we need to get you cleaned up." she points out the blood on my shirt coming from my nose.

I sigh. I really wish she didn't have to see this. 

A/N: i know that this doesnt really have a lot of reads, but thank you to the few of you that do actually read this. it really does mean a lot to me.