yellow ➸ camren

nineteen

"How do you know Camila?" the blonde asked once they were on the road. Lauren shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

"She's my... uh," Lauren cleared her throat and looked out the window. "My girlfriend."

The car nearly ran off the road when Sydney heard Lauren's words. "Your what?"

"Girlfriend," Lauren bit her lip.

"Wait, but didn't she like... read your texts to the entire school and out you?"

Lauren nodded.

They pulled up next to the woods behind Camila's house and Sydney parked the car, signaling for Lauren to wait for a moment.

"And you're sure she's not just going along with it because she doesn't... understand?" the blonde asked carefully. Lauren grew confused. "Like... she had a boyfriend before, not a girlfriend, y'know?"

Lauren bit her lip as the thought crossed her mind. She didn't have an answer. Sighing, the dark haired girl shook her head and exited the car. "I'm not worried about that right now," she said, leaning down so she could see the other girl. "My main concern is getting her back home safe. Thanks for the ride, but you can go now."

She closed the door and stormed off without another word. Lauren was reminded of why she left this town. Everyone was so close minded. She heard Sydney's car speed off just as she reached the beginning of the woods. The back of Camila's small brick home could be seen through the trees, and Lauren wasted no time in pushing her way through the brush.

There was caution tape draped all across the back door, as well as the windows. They really hadn't left anything up to chance.

Then something caught Lauren's eye. The storm cellar. Glancing both ways to make sure no one was watching her, she crossed the yard and pulled on the handle of the cellar. Shit. Locked.

She was desperate now. Desperate for answers. She kicked the door in frustration, about to turn back around when she heard a cracking noise. The hinges.

Lauren quickly kicked the door again. And again. And again, until the hinge of the door snapped off and hung down. She quickly crawled down into the cellar, pulling out her phone and turning on the flashlight.

Luckily, the cellar seemed to be connected to the house. Lauren climbed the small metal ladder, pushing the trap door above her open. She pulled herself up, shining the flashlight around and realizing she was in the garage. Mission accomplished.

Quietly, she entered the house. Right away, she was greeted with a scene that made her gasp. The white tile floor of their kitchen was stained with blood. Glass was shattered everywhere, and Lauren was thankful she wore boots with thick soles.

Glass.

Dinah had mentioned something about how there had been glass in Camila's feet when she showed up at their apartment. She couldn't have possibly fled straight to their apartment after this happened, could she? Lauren bit her lip.

All she knew, and all she was sure of, was that Camila wouldn't kill someone unless it was absolutely necessary.

The kitchen reeked of dried blood, and Lauren headed towards the rickety wooden staircase. Each step felt as if the floor would give out any second. The house was a mess. No one would suspect that mega-popular cheerleader Camila Cabello lived here.

She found Camila's bedroom right away. Bright yellow. Lauren bit her lip to hide the smile, realizing that some things really hadn't changed.

Bumping the door open with her hip, Lauren took a moment to study Camila's old bedroom. The walls were yellow, the same yellow that Camila still adored. The same color as the hoodie Lauren had given to her.