The secret

Camila

Camila's POV
I had gotten a call from Y/N's school and apparently there's something wrong with the way she's been acting.

A teacher had made many comments on how she's disrespectful and rude.

So here I go, on a Tuesday evening to go have a parent teacher conference with Y/N's English teacher.

I expected the teacher to be some old, prick that can't take a joke, or something. But fuck.
This women was none of that.
Her bright green eyes, and her pale skin did things to me.

"You must be Miss Cabello." She offered her hand. Y/N was at home since she wasn't aloud to come.

"Oh please, call me Camila. Miss Cabello makes me feel old." I chuckled and she looked at me weirdly. "If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?"

I smiled. "I'm 24." Her eyes grew wide. "Holy shit." She whispered, which made me laugh.

"You might be wondering how I ended up with Y/N. You see, well I actually had to adopt her since my friend Shawn, passed away and no one could adopt her. I felt as though it was in my will to do this for him."

Miss Jauregui smiled sympathetically.
"So Y/N isn't actually yours? And since she'll be eighteen..."

"Exactly Miss Jauregui. She'll be off my hands. Anyway, about her behavior. I don't understand how she could be rude and disrespectful. At home she is such a sweetheart."

Miss Jauregui looked at me gobsmacked.
"She makes sexual jokes every day and constantly tries to disrupt the class."

My eyes grew wide. "That can't be true. She's never done anything like this. Do you think, something could be influencing her?"

Lauren looked at me in the eyes. "Or someone. I recently caught Y/N out in the field with a few boys that don't exactly have good intentions. Austin, Brad, and Ty. They've always been one to hit on girls and be caught with drugs."

"Fuck." I mumbled.

She chuckled. "Indeed."

She reached across the table and grabbed my hand. "It'll be okay Camila. I'm sure if you talk to her about this, she'll realize how she's changed. Y/N is such a smart student. My best, if I may add. She never fails to make me smile with her little poems and book quotes on her assignments."

I smiled at her and accepted her comfort. I looked into her green eyes and it was as if time had stopped. As if we weren't just talking about the behavior of my daughter.

I couldn't help myself as I leant across the table and kissed her.

She kissed back. And that's how this started.