Think Again (Camren)

Definition Of Perfection, There Is None

Lauren's PoV

I took a deep breath before entering the warm house. Camila had gone after Kyla after dropping me off at home, even though I didn't want to be there. Where else was I supposed to go?

The house was quiet and I tried to sneak my way upstairs, wanting to avoid my Aunt or Uncle. Austin's truck was in the driveway so I knew he was home. I honestly didn't know what I was walking into.

"Lauren?" I stopped mid-step up the stairs and turned around slowly at Aunt Greta's voice. "We're in the dining room, would you come join us?"

My heart raced as I made my way back down with heavy feet. The moment was here, would I stay? I was hoping I was right when I told Camila they wouldn't ship me back home.

Reaching the room, I noticed all three of them sitting at the large oak table, with cups of coffee in front of them. Uncle Vic poured me one and scooted the empty seat for me to sit in. "Sit," he said quietly and I obeyed silently.

"We know." Aunt Greta looked at me through her brown eyes. I couldn't read them like I usually could. "We know, Lauren." She repeated.

"Mom." Austin scolded lightly, "please."

"No Austin, I want to know why," her head shook a bit, "out of all the girls, you had to chase after our son's girlfriend. Why?"

"Mom, this is between Lauren and I, not you!" Austin said a little more sternly.

"Greta," Uncle Vic patted her hand and I swallowed, not able to move or say anything.

"You can't even say anything for yourself, can you?" Aunt Greta pushed forward, ignoring her son and husband's comments. "Your parents told me you were a little out of control Lauren."

"Out of control?" I finally spoke, furrowing my eyebrows. "How the hell am I out of control Aunt Greta? I always meet my curfew, I've talked Austin out of throwing parties when you two are out of town and I'm on the Honour Roll at school. I've never lied to you about anything and sure, this is a huge thing but don't you dare call me out of control!" I slapped my hand on the table, leaning forward slightly. "Have you asked your precious son how innocent he is in all of this?"

I watched as Austin clearly shifted uncomfortably in his seat. His green eyes darted to meet mine and I knew that he had yet to tell mommy dearest his own guilty activities. I could've been the bitch that spilled everything out on the table right there and then, but I wasn't. I'd let Austin do the pleasure in telling his parents that news.

"Lauren, Camila was a wonderful young woman," Aunt Greta sighed, "she and Austin were perfect for each other."

I looked across the table to see Austin duck his head down. It would've been nice to have him pipe up and say something, take the heat off me, but no.

Fucking Momma's boy.

"Greta, teenagers break-up all the time," Uncle Vic pointed out and patted Austin on the shoulder, "not everyone will marry their high school sweetheart like we did."

"Can I go?" My cousin stood up. "This is pointless mom. Stop pointing fingers at whose fault all of this is. Camila left me for Lauren, simple as that."

I bit my tongue so fucking hard it hurt. Camila may have broken up with him but he had no right to play the victim card. "She left you because you two make better friends than lovers," I said rather calmly, "this has nothing to do with me."

"Oh really?" Austin rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "So you're telling me if you weren't in the picture, Camila would've dumped me?"

"Eventually." I nodded with assurance.