Think Again (Camren)

Wake Up

Lauren's PoV

"What the hell just happened?" Kyla asked, looking back at the staircase that Camila just ran up. We all jumped as a door slammed shut.

I swallowed hard as all eyes were on me. I couldn't speak.

Why was I so fucking stupid all the time? I let everything get the best of me and I end up causing Camila to run away. At this rate, I should already congratulate Normani because that's where Camila's going to be if I kept this up.

Yuck, Camila in Normani's arms.

"Laur, what is going on?" Sofi frowned, approaching me slowly, as if I were some wild untamed animal.

"Did I just hear her say that you two are getting married?" Kyla's eye widened and I looked away.

"Lauren." Austin placed a hand on my back. "You should go talk to her."

"Married?!" Sofi shrieked ten seconds later, the information finally sinking into her brain. I smiled at the cuteness of her. Briefly. "What?!"

"Calm down," Sammy placed a hand on Sofi's shoulder and looked at me.

I stood there for a few seconds, my feet weren't allowing me to move. Then I caught Mr. C approaching us from the back door and I ran.

I found myself at the door of the bathroom that was currently locked. I closed my eyes and leaned my forehead against it. "Camila," I said softly, knowing she could hear me, "baby, please open up the door."

"Go away Lauren." I heard the muffled request.

"Please Camz." I begged and jiggled the doorknob a little, even though I knew it was locked.

"I'm showering." And then I heard the shower turn on and I knew she wasn't going to let me in. I turned around and decided to wait on her bed.

About fifteen minutes later, I heard the door open and I whipped my head around to find her standing in a towel, eyeing me up in a way that I couldn't describe.

"Camila," I sighed as she shut the door and locked it. She was walking towards me and then dropped her towel. I swallowed as my eyes scanned her slowly up her body, her wet, very naked body. I felt her body weight on me as she straddled me, her lips on mine roughly, hands tugging at my hair. I instinctively gripped her slender hips, my nails digging into the flesh. Then a red light flashed through my head that something was not right. We just had an argument and there she was, ready to start something very intimate. On any other day I would've taken advantage of the situation but it didn't feel right.

"Camz," I panted and pulled back, looking at her face. She showed a look of sorrow and hurt with a tinge of arousal. I felt her take my hand, dragging my fingers down her very well defined abs and between her legs; where my fingers were coated with her desire. "Fuck Camila," I growled when her hips started rocking gently against my fingers.

"This is what you do to me, Lauren," she breathed, her voice cracking, "isn't this what you wanted? For me to prove it to you?"

I stopped my hand from probing any further and frowned. No, I didn't want her thinking that I didn't believe her. "No," I whispered and brushed damp hair away from her eyes, "Camz, not like this."

"Why not?" She challenged and pushed herself off me, grabbing one of her old jersey's and tugging it on with an old pair of jeans. "If I have to show you to prove to you, then that's what I'll do!"

I got up and followed her as she paced the room. "I can get a little carried away Camila, I'm sorry."

"I'm tired of it Lo," she spun around, "I'm tired of it okay?" She barely whispered that last part but I heard her and nodded. "I'm not going to keep trying to defend myself when I did absolutely nothing wrong."

"I know," I swallowed, "Camila, I'm sorry."

Her chocolate eyes blinked and she grabbed my hand. "Lauren Jauregui, I am so in love with you. You are the only thing on my mind, day in and day out. The last thing I see before I close my eyes is your smile, the first thing I see are your eyes when I wake up," she sniffled and slowly dropped my hand, "but I can't help but feel like you don't believe me or worse," she paused and my heart stopped, "that you don't trust me."

"God baby, no, I do trust you." I pleaded.

Why did I have the need to go and fuck things up?

"I just," I swallowed and shrugged, "I don't trust her."

Camila looked at me in disbelief and shook her head. "If she really wanted to make a move and break us up, she would've already succeeded, don't you think? I spent the last twenty minutes with her and not once did she give me a reason to feel uncomfortable or for you to feel threatened." She sat down on the edge of her bed and ran her hands through her wet hair. She looked at me and took a deep breath, "I like Normani, Lo. I wouldn't mind getting to know her a bit more," I tensed as she said this to me, not exactly expecting it. I closed my eyes and clenched my fists, "but I'm not looking to hook up with her – at all. I don't like her that way and if you would just give her a chance, I know you'd like her."

"I know her type, Camz." I sighed, the words tumbling out of my mouth before I could even stop them. I met her gaze and she rolled her eyes.

"What type is she?" She raised her eyebrow.

"You said it yourself, she uses women and she's good at playing mind games, that you hated that and now, you're all for being her friend?" I managed to keep my cool.

Camila let out a laugh and stood up, throwing her hands in the air. "I cannot believe we're arguing over this. I'm just going to say this one thing and we're going to drop it," she hissed and stepped closer to me, "you know Normani's type because you were her once, is that right?"

Where exactly was she going with that?

"You would use the girls you were with while you had a girlfriend and don't take this like I'm throwing it in your face, Lo, because that's not what I'm doing. But you were given a second chance to change your life around and I'm proud of you for sticking to who you are now, I know it couldn't have been easy..."

But she was wrong. Camila made it easy for me. She was kind and she would take the time out to understand instead of judging...

Oh.

I got it.

"You really need to stop with being so jealous with her because it's not exactly a turn on. In fact, it kind of hurts that you don't trust me." Camila crossed her arms and stepped closer to me. "So please, would you just stop? For me? Trust me, okay? I'm begging you Lo, just fucking trust me."

"Okay." I murmured, my heart breaking for her. "I do trust you." I silently whispered and jumped slightly when I felt arms wrap around my neck and lips pressed to my forehead.

"There's more to this, isn't there?" Camila whispered against my cheek, holding me close. "This isn't just about Normani, is it?"

I tried to hold back on the tears that finally threatened to fall. My own fear of what was going to happen after graduation consumed me and I found myself hiding behind something that was easier to figure out – Camila's fast building friendship to Normani.

"Whenever you want to talk about it," she whispered, "I'm here."

I nodded quietly.

Camila stood there holding me for a few minutes before pulling back slightly, "I hate this Lo," she sighed, "arguing with you. It leaves me all achy inside and I hate it, don't you?"

"Of course." Was all that left my lips before I cupped her face and looked deep into her eyes, "Camz, I trust you."

"Thank you." Camila nodded and looked back at her clock. "We should go and see if my Dad needs any help with dinner."

I guess I should've held her there for a little longer. Tell her about how I was feeling. Talk to her about graduation and what was going to happen afterwards.

But I didn't. I watched her walk out her bedroom door and disappear. I hated the feeling that nothing was resolved.