The Chaser (Camila/You)

Fourteen

Camila's POV

As the bell rang, dismissing our class, I drastically ran to search for Lauren.

Lauren, why'd you do this to me?

I am so frustrated.

I needed answers.

If Y/N's going to ignore me, the only one I can threaten is Lauren.

Lauren, who I trusted.

Lauren, who lend some help.

Lauren, who is my sister.

Lauren, who is my friend.

Lauren, who's supposed to defend me.

As soon as I saw her, walking towards the gate of the school, I quickly grabbed her arm and dragged her to the cheerleader's locker room.

"Camz, what the f--"

I slapped her.

I slapped my bestfriend.

"Explain" I said, with so much anger, tears forming in my eyes.

"What are you talking  about!?" She asked, holding the cheek I slapped.

(A/n: hmm, I bet there is  another kind of 'cheek' that you have slapped in Lauren's body, Camila. Oops, sorry.)

"Don't act stupid! Lau- Lauren, be honest with me! What's with you and Y/N!?" I asked stuttering, scared of what she's about to say.

"I-- I-" she couldn't answer.

"What!!?" I half-shouted

"I love her!"

I didn't respond.

I couldn't respond.

"I love her, Camila. I love her, more than you do! She deserves better than someone like you! Someone, who treated her like a dog who follows you everywhere! She deserves to be loved!" She continued, now both of us are crying.

Good thing, is that no one's around.

"H-How-- You lied to me, Lauren. You fucking lied to me." I ran.

                              °°°

"Ice cream"

"Kaki, you've already finished 1--"

"Ice cream!" My sister startled as I shouted at her.

"I-I'm sorry, Sofi. I'm just-"

"No, I understand kaki" she said, grinning widely at me.

Thank God, I have the most understanding sister.

"I'll be back sissy, I'mma ask Mom for more ice cream" and she ran downstairs.

1 ring.

2 rings.

3 rings.

4,5,6,- and so on.

I had 10 missed calls already from Dinah.

4 from Normani and Ally.

And Jake has been sending me messages.

I opened Jake's messages.

Hey, I heard about what happened, how are you? - 3:00 p.m.

Okay, that was a stupid question. But please, do tell me how are you doing now. - 3:02 p.m.

Mila, can I come over? I'm really worried. - 3:08 p.m.

I will be there in 10. - 3:15 p.m.