My Favorite Camren One-Shots (Part 2)

Read You Till I Need You (1/2) *

*Sexual Content*

I was ten when I first noticed it. The kids rushed about the playground, the air ringing with laughter and joy as they played game after game. To the side, another child sat with a bow in her hair and sadness written in her features like it was the only story she would ever read. Yeh, that was me, Karla Camila Cabello. It was like this I spent most of my lunch breaks, silently wishing to be apart of the happiness I had only seen and praying I could get through it within being the victim to another prank. Normally, I would burst out crying at even the prospect of such a thing, but not this day. This day, I would be thankful. You see, it was for this reason I found out about my… ability. It started with a voice in my head. It was quiet at first, slowly building, growing louder. It took me a while to realize it wasn’t my own. It was a boy’; a boy who in fact had been the cause of most of my torment. It was saying things. Not coherent things exactly, but things nonetheless. Things like ‘stupid bow’, and ‘likes juice’.

I was confused. I couldn’t comprehend why I would be thinking about this boy let alone his love for juice. Whipping my head around trying to pinpoint his form, I realized I needn’t look far. There he was, standing behind him with a juice box in hand and a smirk etched across his lips.

He was stunned. His features didn’t show it, but I could feel it like the same thing ran through my own body. Taking advantage of the pause in time, I leaped from the seat with eyes still focused on the boy. ‘Quick, get her now!’ I heard before he lunged my way, juice box still wielded like a weapon.

I ran then. I ran until I couldn’t breath. I ran until his voice eluded my mind. Yet, there was no silence. Two more filled the space, then another five, followed shortly by four more. All these voices blending into a mix of words like a language I couldn’t understand. More and more joined until my brain pounded against its confines, ready to explode as the loudness became unbearable. I wanted escape; to run away but I knew in that moment, this was not boy with a juice box. I could not escape this.

I was eleven when I learned to control it. It took hours of concentration, thousands of screams into nothingness and millions of exhausted tears before I could tune them out. At first, it was difficult. It required the majority of my focus to selectively block out unwelcomed thoughts from my mind. Slowly, it became easier, until it became as natural as the air leaving my lungs. 

I was sixteen when I first noticed her. I had strutted into English - the ability to read minds giving a girl a whole lot of confidence – making my way to my usual seat. What was unusual about this morning, however? Well, the brunette with tiger-eyes sitting next to me. I had noticed her before, of course, as her beauty radiated like the morning sun, but never enough to let her thoughts drown my own. This day, I was glad I did.

Apparently, my lips were looking very delicious today. It wasn’t clear if this was a familiar thought that crossed the beauty’s mind but I decided I would have some fun with it. Drawing my bottom lip into my mouth, I began to nibble lightly on the flesh. The action did not go unnoticed.

Oh god, what is she doing? Does she even realize how unbelievably sexy that is? Why did I even sit here? This was the biggest mistake of my life. I swear that clocks going slower than usual. Surely, one minute doesn’t really need 60 whole seconds. Why can’t it be like 30 or maybe even 5? Yeh, I could go with 5- Don’t put your pencil there. Stationary does not belong in one’s mouth. Did she just lick it? God, I want that tongue to lick something else. I mean, what? I need to get out of here.

“Can I please go to the bathroom?” Her voice was a sensual husk despite the unmistakable squeak that accompanied it.

“Of course, Lauren.”