Bad Reputation (Camila/You)

Chapter 15

*There'll be a little bit of smut towards the end, so just a friendly warning*

Your POV

"Are you nervous?" Camila asked.

Today was the day of that little Judo competition held at John's dojo, and truth be told, I am not even excited for the slightest bit. Currently, we were both just warming up by the sidelines with the rest of the contestants.

I gave her a little shrug. "I'd say you look more nervous out of the two of us."

Camila didn't even hear me as she had her eyes strained at the audience. It took me a while to find who she was looking at but I think I found it. Her mother was in the audience. And the large man sitting next to her, with how similar he and Camila looked, I think it's safe to assume that's her dad.

"Your parents are here today," I said as an observation.

She turned to look at me again and nodded shyly. "Yeah. I've just casually mentioned it to my mom, I didn't think they'd care enough to actually come and watch it."

I glanced over to her parents in the audience again and frowned a little. Her mom did seem like she wants to be here, but her dad... Can't say the same about him.

"Are they supportive?" I asked.

Camila let out a chuckle. "When are they ever supportive of anything I do in my life," she muttered under her breath. It was probably meant for herself, but I still caught it.

And because I saw that Mrs. Cabello was looking at us, I didn't necessarily feel comfortable giving Camila a hug right now, so I just settled with a comforting squeeze on her arm instead. She smiled in appreciation.

The bell rang, signaling that the competition is about to start. John welcomed everyone and quickly went through the rules and composition of the competition. Basically, to win this entire thing, you have to beat 4 people. Doesn't sound too hard, I guess. Not that I actually have any confidence in winning.

Camila grabbed me by my collar and pulled me away to the side where no one could see us. "Good luck," she whispered under her breath before connecting our lips in a kiss.

My eyes widened in surprise and before I knew it, she pulled away again. "G-good luck," I muttered out.

"Alright, first off is Camila versus Wenda," John announced loudly into his mic.

Camila gave me a quick pat on the shoulder before running back into the main field again and showing herself.

The competition was actually going way better than expected. I don't know why and how, but I was winning for some reason. I wanted to say this was happening because I had trained and prepared myself for this, but I hadn't. My skin was starting to burn from hitting the floor so many times though, but just one last fight and we're done.

I was so consumed with myself that I didn't even notice who my final opponent is gonna be.

"And now, fighting for the first place is Y/N and Camila. Let's see who's the winner of this entire thing," John said with a smirk.

Are we actually doing this? Fuck.

Camila and I carefully walked over to each other and went to stand in our positions. We've practiced endless of times but that was practice, this was the actual real thing. I don't like this.

And then it started.

Because I was so used to her playing soft at training, it's made me forget how good she really was. The first two minutes was basically just us trying to grab ahold of each other and trying to sweep the other off their feet as fast as possible, but we were both way too fast to get out of the other's grip.