colours. (camren)

Chapter 4

Camila POV

"Hey Ally, who's that girl that was standing next to us by the lockers talking with Dinah?", I asked on our way to the class and shrugged like I didn't care if I got the info or not; when deep down inside, I was dying to figure out more about this girl.

"Oh Lauren? She's in our Math class now...", Ally said looking down on her phone while walking.

"Oh cool", I said slightly lifelessly, or so I wanted it to seem.

As soon as I sat down in class, I wanted it to be over. I immediately checked the clock hanging above the door to really see how much time we had left because sometimes class would start a couple minutes late. My eyes didn't leave the clock. I could not express how much I wanted to be home in my bed right now.

Then, suddenly, my reason to feel at least less annoyed at the fact that I'm at school, walked in.

Lauren...

I couldn't help but think back on the time she bumped into me in the hallway, and the short time, or so it felt like, I spent next to her bedside in the nurse's office; just watching her sleep. Wait was I wearing my bow that day? I think I was.

Woah Camila, that's a bit awkward when you say it to yourself..., I thought, not retracting my eyes from this girl's body.

My eyes followed her to the teacher's desk and let out a little smirk when she didn't reply to Mr Brand's banter. God she's adorable. Even if she doesn't do anything, she's quite the stunner.

I felt like I needed her to know who I was. There was this urge for her to know me and get close to me. I felt antsy in my seat, just sitting there not doing anything but tapping my heel on the floor repeatedly with my knee bouncing. Mr Brand doesn't look like he's going to start the lesson yet so maybe I should go introduce myself. I think I should. I suddenly got this burst of adrenaline and quickly got up from my seat and skipped over to Lauren's desk.

I leaned over on her and placed both of my hands on either corner on her desk and just stared at her. Slowly, she craned her neck up to meet my eyes.

Finally...

"Hi, I'm Camila"

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Lauren POV

I was too nervous to meet her eyes immediately. I saw her arms drape over the sides of my desk, with her breath slowly coming closer into contact with my skin. Now I had to look up.

"U-uhm hi I'm Lauren", I said nervously with a toothless smile as our eyes battle to outshine each others.

She didn't reply instantly. She just stared at me intently with a smirk planted on her face. But the longer our staring contest, the more comfortable I got around her. I began to narrow my eyes and grabbed my bottom lip between my teeth.

That clearly got a rise out of her, since her face shot out a bright red colour, covering her cheeks, and she began to fidget nervously, trying to steer away from my gaze. There was still a comfortable silence between us two and neither of us was making an effort to fill it. Suddenly, a distant voice broke this earth-shattering attraction.

"Mila, can you come explain this question to me. I don't get it", Ally said letting out a nervous laugh and gripping the back of her neck with both hands, letting out an exasperated sigh and looking up at the ceiling.

Camila tore her eyes away from mine, finally. Honestly, if she didn't look away soon, who knows what I would've done. I may not have been able to control myself.

"Uh yeah sure, no problem Al", she said turning and returning to her seat across the class. She made sure to let her right index finger drag along my desk as she walked away, like she wanted her presence to linger or be remembered. I definitely couldn't forget that. If only she would see that.

No Lauren! Remember what happened the last time you got feelings for a girl...things got heated and certain things came ou-

"Okay class, let's get to it", Mr Brand said interrupting my thought process, clapping his hands and rubbing them together. It's about time. Thank you sir for getting me out of my own thoughts before something happened.

"We're going to do some polynomials today", which produced a chorus of frustrated groans from the class. I couldn't care less because I already knew about them so I didn't have to listen to the lesson.

Sitting there twirling my pencil through my fingers was not enough to keep me awake. My eyes began to feel heavy. It can't hurt to take a nap during this, I already know what's happening. I crossed my arms on my desk and rested my head on my arms and closed my eyes, hoping that the bell would be my alarm away from home.

~ Push Ana! One more push! ~

~ It's going to be okay sweetie. We're going to help you through this ~

I jumped out of my nap. That was enough to scare me and stay energised for the rest of the day, terrified to once again close my eyes and see how she was screaming for me. This classroom really doesn't like me. I've had very disturbing experiences with memory in here and it's making me begin to feel claustrophobic. I need to get out of here. I stared at the clock and saw that we had one minute left in class and even that seemed like too much to me. I looked at it nervously and began to break a sweat, struggling to control my breathing, something that was slowly slipping away from me.

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Camila POV

As the bell rang, Lauren raced out of here really quickly. It was really weird. I inwardly hoped she was okay. Something inside me kind of hoped she'd run back in the class and take me with her wherever she's running. This feeling I get from just someone mentioning her, is simply immeasurable. What does it mean?

I tried to push that to the back of my mind because it was lunch and PIZZA DAY. I inwardly squealed at my realisation and quickly gathered my things and rushed out the classroom, much like what Lauren did not a minute ago. In my mad dash for the cafeteria, I found myself searching the crowds in the corridors for the green-eyed beauty. I couldn't help but shake the feeling that she needed someone right now, but I had no idea where she was or if she would want to see me right now if it were as urgent a matter as she made it seem a few moments ago.

The halls were way to full to walk in the middle, so I gravitated to the left side to avoid as many bump-ins as possible. The hallway at lunch was a very dangerous place. My pace began to slow, the atmosphere just suddenly got so dark and lifeless that I lost my muse entirely. I just began to stare at the ground, depression overflowing in my soul and put one foot after the next, with no motive whatsoever anymore.

I reached the girls' bathroom and upon arrival, I heard a soft, helpless cry. I don't know if anyone else heard because they just continued to rush past me. It kind of felt like I was supposed to hear this plea for help, a shoulder to cry on. I made no mistake and pushed the door of the bathroom and rushed in to assist the damsel in distress.

When I walked in, I saw a girl, on the floor with her knees brought to her chest and her face in her hands, crying away. I didn't want to intrude, but I needed to help this girl. Like it was itch and I had to scratch. I knew she needed me, if not me in particular, she needed someone. Deciding that I'd be knight in shining armour, I slowly walked towards her and stooped down right in front of her. I stretched my right hand to caress her right thigh.

"Hey are you okay?", I asked already knowing the answer, but I wanted to be polite. She slowly lifted her head up like it weighed a tonne. She sniffled and ran a hand through her hair and cleared her throat to begin to speak. It's only when she lifted her head completely that I recognised who it was.

"Lauren...?"