Bad Reputation (Camila/You)

Chapter 11

Narrator's POV

"Ugh."

Y/N put down her phone and glanced over at the brunette stirring awake. She watched as Camila rubbed the sleep away from her eyes before taking in her surroundings, and then finally, those dark brown eyes settled on her.

"Good morning," Y/N offered with a small smile.

Camila looked at her with a lot of hesitant in her eyes. "Good morning," she greeted back. She shuffled a little bit closer to the Y/E/C-eyed girl but on the contrary, averted her gaze down on the sheets between them. "I'm sorry about last night."

Y/N bit her lip as thousands of thoughts raced through her mind. "It's fine, you were just drunk."

There were so many questions inside her head right now. Whenever she's around this girl, there's just always so many unanswered mysteries. For example, did she mean everything she's said last night? What's the real truth about those rumors about her? Why did her mom talk to her like that? Is that why she's always so sad to talk about her family? Why did she stand up against her mother like that last night?

And... when they were making out last night, did she feel what she was feeling too?

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Camila asked softly. Her breath hitting against Y/N's lips with how little distance was left between their faces.

The Y/E/C-eyed girl raised her eyebrows slightly, not having a clue what that meant or where that was coming from. "Like what?"

Like you're falling for me, Camila responded inside her head. But instead, she just shrugged. "Let's turn the question around. Why aren't you looking at me like most people do?"

"And that is...?"

"You know exactly what I mean, Y/N." Her chocolate brown eyes bored into the Y/E/C-coloured ones in front of her. "I know that people are still talking about me. And I know that people are talking to you about me."

"I really don't care what they're saying."

"You don't even know me," the brunette said in a small voice. "Maybe I am just this slut that everybody is describing me as."

Y/N leaned forward and placed a hesitant, light peck on Camila's lips. "I think it's safe to say that I know you better than most people at school. And... the Camila I know is more than just the rumors, and that's all that matters to me."

"I meant it last night, I am just exactly what the rumors say," she murmured out. Her normally gentle, doe eyes portrayed this flash of pain in them as she continued to downgrade herself. "I dare you to tell me you haven't seen my body before last night."

The Y/E/C-eyed girl didn't answer that and just looked at her guiltily.

Tears slowly welled up in Camila's eyes the longer they stared at each other. The brunette liked Y/N. She really does, and she can also tell that the feelings aren't one-sided. But that was what scared her the most. She's scared that she's going to fall for the Y/E/C-eyed girl, whole-heartedly and unconditionally, because... she knows one day her past will catch up on them. One day, Y/N will realize that her history is just too much to ignore and that she really doesn't deserve this kind of happiness after all. And then she'll just be left alone with all her feels and nothing else.

Y/N gently wiped the brunette's tears away with the pad of her thumb but it didn't help much. Streaks streamed out of her eyes down on her cheeks like a waterfall. Camila pushed the Y/E/C-eyed girl's hand away and buried her face in the sheets instead.

"Just leave," the brunette muttered. Her voice told Y/N that she was on the verge of breaking down completely.

"Camila..." the Y/E/C-eyed girl called out pleadingly. There was no way in hell that she's gonna leave the girl alone in a state like this. Not that mention that they're currently at her place right now, so she got nowhere to leave even if she wanted to.