One Hot Summer

Chapter 10: Instagram Famous

Cami sat up in Melissa's bed, her eyes glued to her phone. Unlike Melissa, who was ecstatic about their new celebrity status that blasted the internet, Cami was freaking out. Her mom was going to lose it.

"Oh my gosh, look how cute Scott and I look here," Melissa said as she put her phone in front of Cami's face.

"I'm happy for you. But I'm royally fucked."

Cami threw her phone on the floor, hid underneath the blanket, and screamed.

"Come on, your mom will really be that mad? She won't be excited at all?"

Cami peeked her head up from beneath the covers.

"My mom is nothing like your mom, Melissa."

She sat up in the bed.

"She thinks school dances are an excuse for teenage boys to get laid and girls to dress like whores."

Melissa looked concerned.

"What happened to her during her childhood?"

"Great fucking question. She's going to be even more pissed that I lied to her! Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Cami jumped out of bed.

"Where are you going?" Melissa questioned.

"I need food. I'm freaking out," Cami said. She was a believer in emotional eating during times like these. "My parents are going to send me off to military school, like they've been dying to do."

Melissa got up and followed after Cami.

They walked downstairs to the kitchen. Mrs. Martinez was eating by herself at the table in her custom made silk pajamas.

"Morning girls," she said.

"Mom, check this out," Melissa said, flashing her phone to Mrs. Martinez.

Mrs. Martinez took Melissa's phone in her hand and observed the photo of Melissa and Scott on TMZ.

"Oh my gosh! You're on TMZ."

Mrs. Martinez handed Melissa her phone.

"I'm going to share this on my Facebook," Mrs. Martinez said.

Cami plopped down at the table across from Mrs. Martinez while Melissa poured two cups of coffee and popped some bread into the toaster.

"Why are you so cool? My mom is a total boner kill."

"Aw. I'm sure that's not the case. You're her only daughter. She worries about you."

"No. She hates me. If she had to choose between me and her rose bush, she'd pick the roses."

"That's not true. It's all about trust. She has to trust that you're going to make the right decisions, that way you will. Because no one wants to break a person's trust. Especially a mother or father's. And you have to trust that no matter what happens, you can be honest with her."

"But I can't. She blows up. You saw the other day."

"What are you worried about?"

Melissa sat down between her mom and Cami, half listening to their conversation as she stalked all of Scott's fan accounts that she was tagged in.

"If she finds out we were at that party last night, I'm dead. And it's all over the internet."

"Hm. That's an issue."

Mrs. Martinez was brainstorming how she could help Cami. She was a teenager once and her mom was a lot like Cami's. She was a strict, Catholic mother who barely knew English when she moved from Mexico to the States. Thinking back, Mrs. Martinez would've handled things with her mother much differently than she did as a teenager.