Yes, Ms. Cabello. (Camila x You)

Guilty

The next time I see Camila, there is an obvious tension in the air. It presents itself in the way we make eye contact for less than a second before looking away, and in the way she stands as far away from me as possible throughout the class, circling each seat beside my own instead of sitting in her own desk like she usually would.

When she finally does sit down, my phone lights up with a text from Lauren, which she sees of course. I lock the phone quickly and turn it over, our eyes finally meeting properly. No words are said, but I'm the first one to look down.

I feel incredibly guilty for what I did. I mean, I could've at least let her explain, even if I didn't believe her. I just disappeared without a trace and ignored her for a whole day and a half! And, ironically, what I regret the most is kissing Lauren, even after saying that I don't. In kissing Lauren, I lost the one thing that was putting me higher than her, giving me control of the situation. If I choose to believe her, Harry kissed her forcefully while I chose to kiss Lauren. It's all one huge mess, and it's going to take a while to untangle it.

In the meantime...

"Sorry." I offer when class ends, "For... well, you know."

She simply regards me for a moment before looking back to her computer.

"Have a good day, Y/l/n." She says, and I sigh, nodding and turning to leave.

"See you tomorrow, Camila." I try when I reach the door.

"Ms. Cabello." She corrects before I leave.

Great. I've really gone and fucked it up this time.

"Okay, what happened?" Cara interrogated me on the other side of the door, "You've been acting weird ever since you left early on Friday and she is too."

"We, um..." should I tell her? I mean, she's the only person I can tell. I sigh before informing her, "Fucking Harry kissed her at the clothes place we were in, so I got mad and left and wouldn't let her explain or anything... and being the absolutely fucking bitch I am, I kissed someone else too. Except I chose to, to get back at her. I'm so fucking stupid."

"Damn." Cara whispers, "I don't think I've ever seen you beat yourself up this much over a girl."

"She's not just some girl to me, Cara. That's why." I mumble, "I have real feelings for her, and they're so fucking confusing. God, it would be so much easier if I could just fuck her and be done with it."

At that, Cara laughs, causing me to glare at her.

"You're such a puppy." She jests, "You think you're some hardcore, emotionless person and all that had to happen to prove you wrong is Ms. Cabello turning up and turning you into slush. You'd do anything to get her back, wouldn't you."

I think about it for a moment, trying not to take offence at her comments, and then nod. I would because she's... well, she's Camila.

"See? Whipped." Cara points out, laughing again.

"All jokes aside, though," she adds, "She likes you too, I know it. She's just hurt because of what you did like you were hurt because of what you thought she did. You'll make it up to each other."

"You really think so?" I ask, coming to pause at the end of the hall where we usually head our separate ways. I glance down the hallway at Camila's door and see her leaving her room, heading in the other direction.

"Yeah." Cara nods, "You'll get your fairytale ending. You'll probably save the princess from a dragon marry her."

"Shut the fuck up." I snap sarcastically, pushing gently against her shoulders. She laughs again and turns to leave.

"Later, Y/n." She calls over her shoulder.

"Yeah. See you, Cara." I reply, making my way to the auditorium for Tech Theatre. I really hope Cara is right. I already miss the cheeky smile Camila would wear whenever we'd flirt. I don't know what I'd do if I saw her giving it to someone else.