The art of being a beard (Camila/You)

Chapter 18

Narrator's POV

"Do you have anything to tell me?"

Camila and Y/N were having a staredown in the brunette's apartment. It was now later that day, the novelist just came home from the set and was already met with a Camila that looked like she was ready to kill.

The Y/E/C-eyed girl slowly went to take off her shoes as she remained in eye contact with the older girl. "Can you at least be more specific?"

Camila stood up from her spot by the kitchen island and stormed her way over to her. "How many things have you even been doing behind my back?" she asked in a ridiculed tone. She thought it'll be pretty obvious what could have gotten her so heat up, but the answer she gave her made it sound like there were multiple reasons for her to be so upset.

"I'm tired, so if you're just gonna stand here and waste my time--"

"I'm talking about your kiss on set," the singer cut her off. "Why were you kissing that actress?"

Y/N clenched her jaw as she felt herself getting angrier with each second. "She said that she had never kissed in front of cameras before, and she knew I obviously had some experience, so I just taught her a thing or two."

Camila cocked her head to one side as she furrowed her eyebrows. "Are you trying to tell the world that our relationship is only for the cameras?"

"Isn't it?" the novelist spat out. "Normani only had to tell you that she's in love with you and it already completely swept you off your feet. I mean, I get it though, we're just some stupid fucking PR while you and her actually had some history."

"Is that really what we are to you? Just some stupid fake couple?" the brunette asked, hurt lacing in her voice. 

Y/N let out a bitter chuckle as she felt her own heart breaking at all the thoughts going through her mind. "Do you dare to say that you weren't thinking about her when I fucked you last night?"

"Yes, I've thought about her but not in that way. I was just--"

"You were just thinking how you would rather be with her right now?" Y/N filled in for her, cutting her original answer off.

The brunette ran a frustrated hand through her hair. "I haven't done anything with her. You, on the other side, went and kissed another girl."

"How do I know what else happened besides what's pictured in those photos?" the younger girl fired back. "You were all over each other. For all I know, you two could've full-on made out when the camera wasn't around."

"We didn't fucking do anything. Why is that so hard to believe?" Camila asked in a raised voice.

"But do you wish something had happened?" Y/N retorted in the same volume.

And then it got quiet all of a sudden.

Both of them were so close to breaking down now.

The older girl blinked back her tears as she glared hard at the Y/E/C-eyed girl. "I didn't, but now I do," she said before turning in her heels and storming to her room. The door slammed shut behind her.

Y/N stared at the spot Camila was standing on not too long ago and moved her jaw. Hot tears streamed down her face as she thought back to everything she did. She put on her shoes again and just walked out of the front door.

Okay... maybe that last sentence was what she needed to wake up from her jealousy rage.

Camila had repeatedly told her that she was the person she wanted and that nothing happened between her and Normani. Why didn't she believe her? Why couldn't she let her talk everything out for once?