[[DISCLAIMER: EXPLICIT/MATURE CONTENT; g!p Camila, language, heavy use of drugs, sex; drama, comedy, angst. This story does not promote or encourage substance abuse or any illegal activity.]]
"I hoped she'd never leave me. Please, God, you must beli...
A/N: Before we begin, R.I.P. to Eddie Van Halen, a rock God that knew his way around a guitar as if he invented the damn thing himself. Super sad about his passing, he was so nice, hilarious and down to earth and overall just had a beautiful soul. So I'm gonna include him in this chapter hopefully I portray him well enough. Hope y'all enjoy.
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"I didn't sleep with her, Lauren. "
The accuser, assuming she was being taken for a fool, laughed ironically and threw up her hands as she spun around in disbelief, then had them fall to sit on her hips. She grimaced at the other brunette standing in the cold with her arms crossed, her eyes barely open. Lauren's voice raised in volume and pitch, "Are you fucking kidding me, Camila? Do you think I'm stupid??"
"I think you're brilliant. Your accusation is what's stupid. If I said I didn't fuck her, you better believe me," she said flatly.
"Oh, I better believe you."
"Right."
"Because I haven't been told that a million times before."
"You've been dealing with liars, baby, but I'm not one of them."
