Sing To Me

Chapter 33

Camila POV

Ally ended up leaving my room. I told her I wanted to be alone. I've been laying on my bed for god knows how long. I've texted Lauren about 30 times and called her half that many. Still no response.

This is the worse feeling in the world. I won't be back until after New Years. I can't go that long without her speaking to me. I need this fixed. I need to get to her. I need to fly to her. That's what I will do. I will fly back and explain everything. I'll make her listen. I will tell her what I came here to tell her and that's I love her. I really do.

I run around my hotel room trying to gather my stuff up. I throw things in my suitcase not caring if it's neat or not. Before even checking when the next flight is, I pull my phone out and text Normani. Maybe Lauren has contacted her.

Camila: Hey have you spoke to Lauren?

Normani: Yeah she is actually in a car with me.

Camila: I'm flying back. I need to make things right.

Normani: DON'T.

Camila: Why not? Lauren misunderstood everything.

Normani: I don't think she did. She doesn't want you to come back. She doesn't want to see you.

Camila: I have too.

Normani: Haven't you put her through enough? Just stay there and do your music stuff. Let Lauren heal. You owe her that.

Camila: But I didn't do anything to hurt her. She needs to let me explain.

Normani: No. If you come back I will make sure you don't come near her.

Camila: I thought we were friends, why are you against me.

Normani: I've been friends with Lauren longer and the second she collapsed in my arms crying put me on her side. I'm sorry Camila. Don't contact her. Don't come see her. Don't think about her.

Camila: That's impossible

Normani: That's your problem.

I arc my arm back ready to throw my phone against the wall when I realize if I do so I will lose Lauren's number and all the pictures of us. I toss my phone on the bed and head out my hotel room. I go down two floors and walk in front of the door. I start pounding as loud as I can.

Moments later my dad opens the door. "What are you doing Karla? This is a hotel. There are other people here."

"WHAT DID YOU DO?" I scream at him not caring if I disturb the people on his floor. "You set me up. You got on my phone and texted Lauren. She heard everything and now she is gone!"

My dad pulls me into his room and shuts the door. "It's better this way."

"How is it better this way? You promised me! I went on air and lied for you thinking for once you had my best interest at heart. Instead you put a knife through it." I start crying all over again.

My dad tries to touch me but I knock his arms off of me. "This is for the best. You aren't gay Camila. You are confused by going to public schools. You are acting out and this is part of it."

I rub my temples slowly. "You don't know me dad. You never have. How would you know if I'm gay?"

"Are you gay?"

I've never been asked that directly. "I love Lauren. Do you hear me dad? I LOVE HER. Whatever that makes me is what I am."

"You don't know what love is Karla you are seventeen." He laughs as he takes a seat.