Think Again (Camren)

Unstoppable

Camila's PoV

I was screwed - and not in the good kind of way either. I know I sound repetitive with what I was about to say, but I was in so much trouble. I shouldn't have made a move like that at the mall. I shouldn't have pushed her up against that mirror the way I did. I shouldn't have gotten all... wet, when her fingers brushed my bare sides while her thumbs stroked the outline of my breasts.

I knew that Lauren liked me. I knew that I liked her. I also knew that there's one major factor standing in the way.

Austin.

I couldn't bring myself to break up with him. What if what I was feeling towards Lauren was just sexual? Purely sexual. What if she only felt that way about me? I couldn't just give in like that. But oh how I wanted too.

I threw myself into school and hockey and didn't look back. I tried to ignore the glances Lauren gave me in school or while I was having dinner with her family at their place. I'd lock myself in Austin's room with him and did my homework. His parents would only allow us to have the door cracked open, so it made it hard for me to ignore the brunette that kept pacing back and forth in the hallway. And no, we did nothing, not even make-out, in case you were wondering. I could tell Austin was more than frustrated with me.

Too damn bad. You don't think I was frustrated? You don't think that every time I closed my eyes I saw Lauren, dancing erotically in front of me? What I'd give to touch her...

"Camila, would you like to sit in the front more?" Mrs. Mahone smiled at me as we made our way into the gym where Austin's game was being held. Mr. and Mrs. Mahone grew to be like my second parents and it made it hard for me to keep my eyes off their niece whenever they were around.

"Yea, your boyfriend would love for you to eye-fuck him while he's on the court," I heard Lauren whisper behind me. I closed my eyes and clenched my fists. Jealousy wasn't something she was good at hiding.

"I can sit here, that's fine," I smiled at the older dark haired woman and took my place on the bench. Lauren sat down behind me on one seat up. I could feel her knees pressed gently in my back as she adjusted herself.

"Camila!" I turned and watched as Trixie made her way through the crowd and finding a space between me.

"Trix," I grinned. "What brings you to ViewBelle?"

I heard Lauren snort. Again, I'll keep repeating, Lauren was not good at hiding her jealousy. Ever since I introduced the two, she acted like Trixie was an ex or something. Or that I had interest in the redhead. No offence, redheads really weren't my type.

"Well, it's a basketball game," Trixie smirked and nudged my shoulder with her own. Oh. Where there were basketball players, there were cheerleaders.

"Somehow I don't think you came just to watch a bunch of guys pat each other on the ass," Lauren leaned forward, joining in on the conversation. I hadn't told a soul about the Trixie/Madison relationship. They've been girlfriends for nearly a month and they were cute together. Granted at the time, Madison didn't know I knew about her, but I'm an observer. I've seen Madison at our hockey games, cheering her on.

"Uh no," Trixie laughed and shook her head.

"She's here because she knew I'd be here!" I joked and slung my arm around the redhead's shoulders.

Lauren sighed and sat back. I felt bad for pulling away from the brunette. I felt bad for leading her on and then taking it all away with the one thought of it being purely sexual.