Blame It On Bad Luck (Camren)

Chapter 5

                  

The faint cloud of steam coming out of Camila's coffee was the only thing she could focus on the next morning as she stared at it, unmoving for what seemed like hours. It was all she could do to take her mind away from the front pocket of her jeans, her stomach turning slightly. Her leg bounced up and down in her seat at the table near the tiny kitchen as her finger traced the rim of her mug mindlessly. Lauren still hadn't woken up and Camila was beginning to believe she never would.

She shook her head.

She had waited up for Lauren the previous night for as long as she possibly could. She hadn't anticipated just how late her roommate would be out though; not that it was the first time or anything. She sighed heavily, rubbing her eyes at the bright light pouring into the apartment through the large windows of the living room. She glanced at her watch and felt her nerves creep back up on her in anticipation for what she would even say to the raven haired girl.

Camila went over it a million times in her head all night long the whole time she waited up for the girl who never came. God only knows what hour Lauren finally returned to their room but Camila was already out like a light by then—like any normal person would. She tried to keep her eyes from wandering down to the front of her jeans.

She was thrilled and anxious all at the same time. She knew she had her—she finally had her. But she was still so unbelievably worried how her roommate would react upon finding out that she knew. On one hand, she would be exactly as how Dinah predicted and would finally succumb to her wishes and leave her alone for once and they could both live in peace. On the other—which worried Camila more than she'd like to admit—she would be furious, and come down on Camila even harder than before.

Or, perhaps, worse.

Camila shuddered at the thought and raised her cup to her lips, carefully sipping the scalding hot liquid in a desperate attempt to calm herself. She shut her eyes tightly but it was useless when the loud sound of someone moving around in her bedroom caused her to pry them back open.

"Shit," she whispered to herself, her confidence from the previous night completely dissipating as her hands fought the urge to tremble around the handle of her mug. Camila could always tell right away when Lauren would wake up already in a bad mood or not, having gotten used to the green eyed girl's patterns and behaviors despite her apparent mood swings. Never mind the fact that she was almost always in a bad mood regardless—some moments were just better than others. Camila sighed.

Lauren emerged from the doorway, a disgruntled expression crossing her otherwise exhausted facial features. Camila was surprised to see her already dressed for the day in a pair of simple skinny jeans and a tight black tank top, her hair still a mess sprawled over her shoulder and flowing down below her breast.

"Morning," Camila attempted only earning an indecipherable grumble in response, which in Lauren's defense, was more pleasant than most of her greetings. "Rough night?"

"Shut up." It wasn't packed with quite the punch Camila was used to by that point. It sounded more tired than irritated and she didn't know how to tread about the situation at hand. She wanted to bring it up, to rub it in her face. And at the same time she just felt...bad. She knew she had purposefully kept it a secret from her and was more than willing to bet it was why she never wanted her there in the first place.

"There's extra coffee if you want," she mentioned, in another attempt at conversation, unsure of how to even bring everything up. Out of everything she had tried to rehearse and go over in her brain ahead of time, that wasn't one of them. Lauren paused her movements briefly to look over at Camila, a mildly surprised look on her face.