Paper Scars || camren

Chapter Twenty Three

Lauren found comfort at the people around her, everyone dancing on each other, no shyness involved in it. She wasn't drunk, despite having a couple of shots, and that was irritating her. As she pushed her way through the thick crowd to the bar, she felt someone grab at her waist. She smiled at the familiar sensation of a rough grasp and turned around to meet whoever was taking her home tonight. He wasn't drunk and was a little surprised to see she wasn't either. "Hi." She flirted.

"Let's get you some drinks." He smirked, walking behind her and leading her to the bar by her waist. She frowned at his persistence, secretly acting wasted so he would stop trying to drown her in girly drinks.

"Let's dance." She made a point to slur her words so he would let up. He smiled deviously at her request and they soon found each other in the middle of the crowd, his hands exploring every inch of her body, his mouth sucking on her exposed skin. He connected their mouths harshly, his hands gripping at her backside.

Suddenly, she felt a tight grasp on her hand, pulling her back, followed by hearing a loud smack.

"You fucking bitch, what the fuck?" The guy held his face, glaring down at a petite girl Lauren realized to be Camila.

"You fucking keep your hands off her." Camila screamed.

The man looked at Lauren. "Who the fuck is this? Is this your girlfriend or something?"

Lauren shook her head. "No." She seethed. "She's not." She took a step toward the guy, glaring at Camila.

The man arrogantly laughed. "Piss off, then. She doesn't want you. She was all over me before you fucked it up. Get out of here. You're just embarrassing yourself." He grabbed at Lauren's waist.

Camila boiled. "I just had to sit in a fucking car listening to some driver who thought he was in a fucking police chase. I had to let the fucking club bouncer feel me up so I could get in this disgusting place to find my girl. Get your fucking hands off my girl." She shot Lauren a look filled with rage. "Get your shit. We're leaving." Lauren opened her mouth to give a bitchy reply but Camila cut her off. "Now." She hissed. The tone in her voice was unquestionable, and her look toward the guy was menacing.

Lauren decided it best not to argue, shrugging out of the man's grasp and following behind an enraged Camila. They got in a car to go back to the hotel, the lighting dim. Lauren could only make out Camila's clenched jaw, as if she was having to restrain herself from exploding. She really wished she was drunk right now. She tried to push the guilt out of her mind that what she did was wrong, but the pain and anger radiating off of Camila told her otherwise. Camila had hurt her, but she went back with full force. She was no better. The way Camila was shaking made her feel horrible. She didn't know if it was from the rage or from the anxiety or from both, but it hurt just as much with every glance she stole.

When they arrived at the hotel, Camila got out of the car quickly, walking inside with Lauren trailing behind. Camila didn't know if she was sad, angry, or turned on. Probably all of the above. She couldn't help herself seeing Lauren in that outfit—she knew she'd done it on purpose. She held the elevator door for Lauren and it was silent as the dinging began.

This time, it was Lauren who winced at the small ding that came every second. She had never seen Camila so angry in the whole time she'd known her—never seen her so angry about anything. This was all new to her, the way Camila demanded to be heard. She'd always seen her as someone who made herself invisible: she never spoke up and she let people walk over her. Not tonight.

They exited the elevator and Camila watched as Lauren looked at her unsure. "I guess I'm going to my room?"

"Fine." Camila looked her up and down, groaning internally while she made her way over to her door and unlocked it. She watched as Lauren turned away, and her desires got the best of her. "You know what?" She grabbed her wrist and spun her around. "You're going to mine." They locked eyes before Camila crashed her lips on Lauren's red ones. She immediately shoved Lauren toward the hallway wall with a thud, gaining confidence when Lauren opened her mouth, granting her permission to explore. Camila opened the door and pushed Lauren inside, their eyes meeting in lust. She locked the door behind her without breaking eye contact. "You did this on purpose." Her dark brown orbs roamed over Lauren's body. She was wearing Camila's favorite everything.