Camila Cabello Imagines and Oneshots

34.That's Ms. Cabello To You

The book based on this oneshot is now published! Titled: Yes, Ms. Cabello.

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Have you ever heard of a better forbidden romance than the one between the infamous bad girl and the goody-two-shoes? It's been told many times before, but never quite like this tale. You see this time, the bad girl isn't so bad after all, and the goody-two-shoes happens to be the new Spanish teacher.

Scandalous? Sure.
Illegal? Very.
Still cliché? You bet.

"Y/L/N!" Someone shouts, followed by the dropping of a textbook on my desk. I look up to see the very object of my writings towering above me. Damn, she looks hot with those glasses on.

"I asked you a question." She says slowly, as though speaking any faster would leave me confused. I still was, though, so I let out a long 'ummmm' as I looked up at my notebook as though the answer would jump up at me, slap me in the face, and tell me to snap out of it.

With a sigh she moved back to the front of the room and my gaze couldn't help but follow her. Who walks with that much of a sway in their hips without wanting eyes to follow them? She's tempting me, and who am I to not give in?

"Cómo se dice, 'I would go to the park with my friends on Saturdays.'?" She continues when she reaches her desk.

"I, um..." I think for a moment but the girl in front of me is already raising her hand.

"Salía al parque con mis amigos en los sábados." She says before she was even called on, and then turns in her seat to offer me a sarcastic grin paired with a just-as-snarky 'You're welcome.'

"Shut the fuck up, Hermione." I grumble, but apparently louder than I'd expected because the rest of the class erupts into 'Ooooh!'s and Camila's head snaps up from her computer.

Yeah, we're on a first name basis so long as nobody is around, and when there are people we both tend to use last names, even her as you saw earlier. That's where the scandalous and illegal part comes in.

"See me after class, Y/n." She says calmly and I turn red. I am in deep shit. The rest of the class just gets louder, though, and I try to cover my nervousness with an overly dramatic roll of my eyes as I slump back in my seat, kicking my legs out in front of me and resting them on the back of 'Hermione's chair and earning a glare from her in return. Her new nickname suits her more than I thought.

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"Y/n," Camila sighs when the last student left the room to lunch, "Why do you make this so hard on me?"

I watch as she takes her glasses off and gently folds them into their case, looking up at me and waiting for a reply.

"I don't know what you're talking about, babe." I tease and I could've sworn I see a smirk tug at her lips for a millisecond.

"Come on," she instructs and starts packing up all of her things, "You and me are going for a walk."

"Oh, a walk, are we?" I tease some more but when she looks at me this time, her jaw clenched and her temple throbs and I gulp. I'd say oops but it's not like I don't love working her up to this point.