We Expect (Camren fic)

*The Visit*

Camila's POV

A look of pure shock was present on my face as I fixed my eyes onto my ex boyfriend. How the hell did he get into my apartment?! As if my night wasn't shitty enough, now I had to deal with a technical home invasion. My emotions were all over the place, but I lacked any fear. If anything at all, I was pissed! He was the last person I needed to see tonight!

I blinked my eyes a few times, unable to focus on wiping the tears from them. "Matthew, I swear to God...", I started, a certain ferocity in my voice that rarely ever appeared. Everything in me wanted to kick his ass, but a small voice convinced me not to. I shut my eyes slowly, beginning to take deep breaths as my fists were clinched by my sides.

Matthew chewed obnoxiously on his sandwich, staring at me with a puzzled expression on his face. "Darling, what are you doing with your hands?", he questioned, placing a finger in his mouth to lick off some mayonnaise.

"Don't call me that!", I yelled out suddenly, my temper failing me all at once as I reopened my eyes. "How the fuck did you get in here?!", I demanded an answer, subconsciously inching closer.

Noticing that I wasn't playing around, Matthew slowly raised one of his hands and took a step backwards. "Wait, just hear me out", he started, looking back briefly to make sure he wouldn't trip over anything. "I know this looks pretty bad, but-"

"You're damn right it looks bad!", I fired back, taking another step closer myself. "You broke into my apartment, idiot! Do you think that's okay?!", I questioned, furrowing my eyebrows angrily.

Matthew sighed, placing his sandwich down on my countertop. "Mila, you really should stop yelling and listen to me", he started, sliding his palms against each other to remove any stubborn crumbs. "This was the only way I could get you to face me."

My face held a dumbfounded expression, in disbelief of what he'd just said. "Are you fucking serious?", I started, squinting my eyes judgementally at him. "The only way for you to get my attention... is by breaking into my apartment? Do you know how psycho that sounds?"

He laughed, shaking his head slowly as he looked down at the floor. "I said I know it looks bad, but my intentions are good, Camila", he insisted, looking up to meet my eyes.

"Who could possibly have good intentions when breaking into someone's house in the middle of the night?!", I pointed out furiously, thinking of what might've happened had I been home when he first arrived. That smirk he held on his face only made me want to destroy him even more. "You're insane! There's no way in hell you're getting off easy from this...", I finished, reaching into my purse and pulling out my phone.

Matthew furrowed his eyebrows, moving towards me slightly. "Hey, what are you doing?", he questioned cautiously, pointing a finger at my phone.

I scoffed at his question, placing the phone to my ear. "I'm calling the police", I replied smugly, taking a few steps back from him. This was exactly what he deserved.

Matthew widened his eyes, shaking his head rapidly. "N- no you can't!", he objected, the signs of worry being expressed on his face.

"Oh no? Watch me", I responded, finally getting an answer on the other side of the phone. "Yes, ma'am. I'm calling to report a-"

I was interrupted as I spoke, my phone being snatched away from my hand. In a hurry, Matthew flung my phone at the wall, dismantling the parts and shattering the screen. He then proceeded to stomp on it heavily, making sure it was completely gone.