Weltschmerz

Chapter 5

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Camila really didn't know why, but she couldn't stop thinking about Lauren. Her warm touch still left a pleasant tingle on her skin where they had touched.

She remembered how Laurens fingers had perfectly curled around her own, how they had fitted together like they were meant to be. Camila had to remind herself that it was Lauren she was thinking about. The girl who obviously hated her.

But it was also Lauren who guided her through the panic attack. Who didn't judge her, or ask dumb questions. She could have made fun of her, could've told everybody, could've walked out, yet she had stayed. She had tried to comfort her and Camila could still feel the girls thumb rubbing comforting circles against her skin.

Lauren had made it pretty clear from the beginning that all she felt for her was dislike, but here they were and Lauren hadn't thought twice about helping her. She had even gotten herself into trouble by bewitching that Mahone boy.

Camila pushed the food on her plate around, resting her chin in her hand, releasing a deep sigh.

"You know... its got to suck to be in love with the girl whose father killed half of your family." Camila recalled hearing one of the girls say. It wasn't something she took serious, but the words kept repeating in her mind. Lauren wasn't in love with her. She didn't even know where that girl in the bathroom could have gotten that impression.

She also recalled Lauren telling her that she too used to have them but not anymore. What did that even mean? How could you just not have panic attacks anymore?

"Are you still thinking about Lauren?" Normani questioned with a mouthful of gravy, stopping any further thoughts regarding the girl.

Camila sighed deeply again, looking up at the dark skinned girl, confirming her question with one quick nod, that she indeed was still thinking about Lauren.

"Look, one good action doesn't automatically make her a good person." Normani stated, looking over to Ally for confirmation.

"I know that." Camila admitted, dropping her fork next to her plate before shrugging her shoulders. "I just... Why did she help me? She hates me."

"Come on now, Mila. Lauren doesn't hate you... ." Ally finally chipped in, running a comforting hand up and down Camila's back. "She just... ."

"She just what?" Camila asked confused, after Ally left the sentence hanging in the air.

Ally opened her mouth only to quickly close it again slightly shacking her head at the question, causing Normani to squint at her in suspicion.

"What do you know blondi?"

"I'm just saying... ." Ally slowly tried answering Normanis question, before quickly looking away again. "You can't really understand a person until you consider things from their point of view... ."

"Spill woman!" Normani yelled excitedly as she was almost fully leaning over the table now.

"I. Cant." Ally confessed in an sing-song voice. "I kinda promised her I wouldn't, so thats that, but believe me she doesn't hate you."

"Well, I wont tell her that you told us." Normani tried innocently as she pressed her hand against her chest in mocking offense. "Come on, Mila won't either."

Ally playfully rolled her eyes at Normani shacking her head no.

"Ally what do you know?" Camila interjected now interested as well.

"You with the Slytherin's now Hernandez." Normani reminded, flipping her fingers at the Hufflepuff. "You're with the Slytherin's now and that means we don't keep secrets."