Blame It On Bad Luck (Camren)

Chapter 4

Camila's stress levels skyrocketed following Lauren thoroughly and effectively terrifying her, causing an endless pattern of anxiety fueled days and restless nights for the smaller brunette. She had the constant uneasy feeling wondering whether or not her roommate was going to try something and just how bad would it be this time. The thought alone was enough to drive her insane.

They followed with their back and forth of childish pranks—most recently Lauren taking the liberty of going through Camila's wardrobe and hiding everything but shorts and tank tops on a particularly chilly day spurring a pretty nasty fight between the two girls. Camila still cringes at her screaming at the invasion of privacy and Lauren's callous laughter. Camila would have been dead if she had done the same thing to Lauren. She wasn't playing fair.

She attempted retaliation by muting her alarm the second it went off the next morning so she wouldn't wake up in time for class. She didn't even know if Lauren was aware that it was her fault or not. She gave nothing away and made no indication that she was angry with the girl—well, angrier than she normally was.

Camila quickly learned that Lauren played by her own rules when it came to just about everything and it infuriated her to no end. And she soon realized that Lauren would always have the upper hand solely for the fact that Lauren intimidated her. While Camila knew she wasn't some pushover she knew that her tiny frame, baby face, and doe-like eyes were very non-threatening. They would never have the same effect Lauren had on her.

Camila sat at the long desk in her psychology lecture hall rubbing her eyes furiously and trying to stay awake. The constant anxiety of watching her back in her own home was taking a toll on her tremendously and Camila was beginning to wonder if it was all even worth it. She knew it was exactly what Lauren had wanted to accomplish too. She wasn't stupid. She knew the stress was worse than what she was actually doing.

Her eyes were struggling to remain open when the loud thud of a notebook slamming down beside her on the desk jolted her awake and her seat rolled back a bit.

"'Sup, roomie!" Lauren obnoxiously shouted directly into her ear, no doubt amused with how sleep deprived her roommate was. Camila flinched with her eyes wide open as she was finally fully awake from the loud noise. She groaned upon turning her head to find the green-eyed girl taking a seat beside her, taking off her large headphones and hanging them around her neck. She was less than thrilled to say the least when she found out they shared a class together; she would have known earlier had Lauren actually attended the first few classes of the semester. Plus, it was an extremely large lecture hall.

"Ugh, God..." she mumbled, rubbing her temples to relieve the pressure to no avail "Is there a reason you're over here? I would have thought you'd want to sit as far away from me as possible."

"All the seats were taken. Go figure. It's not my fault no one else wants to sit by you either." At her response Camila rolled her eyes and shifted in her seat so that she was leaning on the desk away from Lauren. "The hell has your tits in a twist?"

"Please just leave me alone. It's bad enough I have to deal with you at home. Shouldn't you be busy like, hating me somewhere far, far away from me?"

"And here I thought we were the best of friends, Camz."

"Gag me."

"I could. Are you trying to give me ideas?"

"Jesus, you're so vile," she said with a grimace as she felt her eyes drooping again. She couldn't for the life of her focus on what the professor was saying. And she was desperate to keep her attention on the lesson, anxious about the first test of the semester the following day. Camila was always a great student. But she was having the hardest time even staying awake that day. The professor droned on in front of the class, giving a review of what the test would be on, and Camila was barely keeping her head up.