Monsters (CAMREN)

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"Lauren Jauregui, do my eyes deceive me or have you been thoroughly sexed up in the past twenty four hours?"

This was her almighty greeting the day after her decidedly great—but not meaningful—night with Camila, and she cannot believe her ears.

She laughs nervously. "What?"

Normani leans against the locker next to hers and crosses her arms knowingly.

"You are acting very different this morning. Tell Beyoncé what happened."

Lauren shuts her locker and walks to class, Normani on her tail.

"I'll be sure to tell her when I see her."

Normani gasps. "Your words hurt me."

"Good."

Lauren turns her head to show her best friend just how roughly she's rolling her eyes. She bumps into someone while she isn't paying attention, and of course, it's the girl Normani wants to know all about—even though she doesn't know it yet.

Lauren looks down at Camila in her sinfully short skirt and tight polo shirt, looking up at her with disgruntled eyes and a scowl. Lauren feels a blush spread throughout her face without her permission and she stutters through an apology.

"Uh—sorry, I—"

"Watch where you're fucking going." Camila spits out in the middle of her embarrassing apology.

The smaller girl steps around them and Normani scoffs, yelling out a clear and crisp bitch before turning back to Lauren.

"I don't know how you put up with her."

Lauren's normal response would be something calm along the lines of she's not that bad, but she remembers just how heartless the girl was last night and she clenches her jaw.

"Me either." She spits out instead, walking a few steps to her class and turning around to address Normani.

"Nothing happened, by the way."

Her blue-haired friend purses her lips and raises her eyebrows like she understands that Lauren has to talk to her about it in her own time.

"Whatever you say, Jauregui. Beyoncé is here to listen when you're ready."

Lauren chuckles and walks over to her desk, sitting in it and wondering what exactly has Camila's panties in such a twist.

Earlier that morning, Camila was in a great mood.

She came to the striking realization last night that her unexpected feelings for the bearer of green eyes have absolutely no actual substance to them. Her stomach fluttered lovingly at their peak of ecstasy, so of course Camila is going to feel powerful in that moment, Lauren led her into the most powerful orgasm of her life.

She fell asleep knowing that the sex she had was completely meaningless and bringing her one step closer to the experienced position she desires to be in.

Getting to school made the light feeling she had all morning rear its ugly head.

Dinah picks her up from school every morning—her volleyball practices after school forcing Camila to walk home, or more often than not get a ride home from Austin, or more recently, Lauren.

As soon as she opens the passenger door and smiles at Dinah, the taller girl smirks knowingly and asks her a prying question.

"So I see you finally took that stick out of your ass and did the do with your boy toy. How was it?"