The way you treated me (Camila/you) (Discontinued)

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Lauren, Camila and I were walking back home from school. Normani was still sick. So I'm still staying with them. Which I enjoy a lot because Mrs Clara gives me a lot of desert. "So what did y'all do today?" Lauren asked us. "Same old thing. Except I passed my test." I told her. "I did too. I think it was easier since I have someone to study with." Camila said. "You could've studied with me if you needed help." Lauren said. "Yes but your mean. Y/n is nice when I get a question wrong." Camila told her. "Oh whatever. What else did y'all do?" She asked.

"Some of the girls were talking about there first kiss. It was mostly Tanyas fast ass. She needs to slow down before she winds up pregnant like her sister." I said. Lauren gasped and smacked my arm. "Y/n don't say that. That's mean." She said. "Oh please. I heard Mani and you say that in our room." I said. "Um well, I'm older than you." She said. "Yeah by two years." Camila said. "You know what-" Before Lauren could continued some guy yelled running towards us. "Get down!"

He grabbed the three of us and ducked behind a car. Gunshots started going off. Bullets flying everywhere. It seemed like hours until it stopped. The guy who helped us made sure it was safe. "Come on. I'll walk you girls home." I realized it was Mrs Johnson's husband. Camila cried just about the whole way there. Lauren carries the shaken up girl. While Mr Johnson carried me on his back. Once we got home Lauren's dad was already outside.

"Oh thank god! I was just on my way to come looking for you three." He pulled the three of us into a hug. "Are y'all ok?" He asked. "Yes. Just a little scared." Lauren said. "Well you three go inside. Y/n your aunt is on her way to see you." We all nodded and went in. "I'm so glad you girls are ok. Why don't you all come in the kitchen with me." Mrs Clara said. "Can I get a snack mom?" Lauren asked. "Of course you can." She said.

"I brought ice cream. Maybe it'll help calm y'all nerves." My aunt said as she came in the house. She fixed us a bowl and we sat at the table to eat it. I looked at Camila who was still looked scared. "Are you ok Mila?" I asked. She smiled and nodded. "I will be. Thanks for asking." I nodded and held her hand.

~Rocky