it takes a bit more than you

four

[ note: not proofread, sorry! ]

“How can this happe—”

“I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean for them to know, or for Normani to know and then suddenly babble about it to them! I swear it wasn't in my intention!” you tried to defend yourself against an aggravated Camila who looked like she could punch you right at that moment. Technically, the restroom was not the safest and most serious place both of you could've been arguing in. Deep down, the area was uncanny for you, but you did your best not to make mention of relocating the argument elsewhere.

“Fuck,” Camila cursed, leaning her back on the wall and sliding down on the floor. “With intention or not, they now know. Fuck.”

“Yeah, I know, I'm really sorry. I was clumsy and didn't—” you kneeled to her level and watched her rub her face in disdain.

The latina sighed deeply. “It's fine, Y/N. They're bound to find out anyway. I just didn't want it at this time, I'm not ready to face the world with my problems out there.”

“I'm sorry,” you apologized to fill in the silence in the room. Camila looked up to you with an unreadable expression plastered on her face, you couldn't tell whether she was done with your shit or if she absolutely fine with what's recently happened. Either way, your friends know that Camila's single and so does the whole school. Sure, it didn't seem like a hunch but for Camila's situation, it actually does. Every guy in that hormonally-tainted school of yours were the exemplary of ravaging beasts towards the opposite gender.

“It's fine. Let's get going, I can't be late for English class.” She stood up from the floor and headed straight for the door with you trailing behind her. You and Camila received stares from your friends, and you shook away the signalling look from Normani. Dealing with it later on that day was much preferable for you, it was too much to handle when questions came from each corner.

You were right. Camila, through the day, got unnecessary adulation from the boys and not once did she enjoy every ounce of it. She was so irritated that she almost threw her pencil case to this freshman's head on the corridor. If it weren't for you, she'd probably be in the discipline counselor's office by now with a student on the clinic department.

“I'm sorry,” you said desperately trying to grab her attention.

Camila nodded. “It's okay, I told you. I guess the best thing you could do is just prevent me from doing something that's gonna bring me to jail.”

You gave her a confused but a shocked look and Camila laughed.

“Kidding! C'mon, I was kidding—”

“But you were mad!” you frowned, but she just continued laughing at you whilst other students' attention were turned to both you and Camila.

“Of course I was, but not of you. I swear on my heart that it's not you, it's those bastards. They all assume I'm straight and I hate it. This is exactly why I am not straight.” Camila took a bite of her peanut butter and jelly sandwich and shook her head dismissively towards that boys across you two.

You didn't eat because you were worried of what you just did. Everyone knows because of that one call you did not put down, you hated yourself for that. The amount of attention that Camila was receiving must have felt unwanted for her and you could sense her feeling of annoyance rooted from it.

“Still, it's my fault that they know,” you objected and Camila waved you off with her hand.

She swallowed. “Promise you that it's totally okay, all right? I'm realising that maybe I do want people to know. You know, everyone always thought I was reliant on Lia and everything, but I wasn't. I wanna prove to them that I can be on my own.”