Yes, Ms. Cabello. (Camila x You)

Picture Perfect Citizen

Me: You have a twin.

I type frantically, glancing up at the time at the top of my screen. We only have a few minutes before we go into Ms Cabello's room, and we still don't have a solid plan. Camila seems to want to just tell them, as if she doesn't know what might happen if she does.

Camila 😘😍: what?

Me: You have a twin and that's who I'm dating. Choose a random name.

Camila 😘😍: No, Y/n. That won't work. They'll still find out at some point.

Me: Yeah like when we're married! And safe!

Me: OR I could go lock my parents in the bathroom and not let them out until you're off the campus??

Me: I just don't want you getting punished for this.

Camila 😘😍: aww you're sweet 😂

Camila 😘😍: Seriously tho, let me handle this xx

I sigh, knowing she's going to win in the end, and lock my phone.

"Ready?" Mama asks as we arrive at Camila's door.

I nod, too worried to speak, as I lead the pair inside.

As soon as I do, they gasp behind me.

"Hello again," Camila says from her desk. I don't dare look back at my parents, but by the tightness of her jaw, it can't be good.

I slowly make my way over to the middle chair in front of her desk, leaving my parents to sit either side of me.

"What the fuck?" Mom hisses as the door closes behind them, "She's your... your teacher?"

I simply nod, then turn to face them and say, "We- I can explain."

"Oh yes, please do," Mama says sarcastically, though crosses her arms behind me and waits for my response.

I sigh, hanging my head for a moment to gather my words before glancing up at Camila to borrow some of her confidence.

Unfortunately, she takes that as some sort of signal and, at the same time, we blurt, "It's my fault."

"What?" Both my parents say in unison too. If it weren't for the situation, I would've laughed.

"My fault." I repeat before Camila can put anything in, "I pursued her. So if you're going to get mad at anyone, get mad at me."

"I know you aren't the picture perfect citizen, Y/n, but fucking your teacher?!" Mom snarls quietly. I want to correct her, to say we're more than just fuck buddies, but how do I label us?

"We haven't... engaged in sexual relations, Mrs Y/l/n," Camila informs her, only adding fuel to Mom's fire.

"Oh, that's okay then. You haven't raped my daughter so I guess whatever is going on between you two is okay?" Her voice comes out as a hiss but I know that if we weren't in public, she'd be screaming.

"Mom!" I complain, standing up and catching her when she tries to move around Camila desk, "That's not what happened, or what would happen. I like her... a lot. More than anyone. Look, just sit down and relax. Please."

She listens to half of my instructions and sits in the seat to my left, with an angry Mama on my right. It return to my seat in the middle of them.

Camila visibly gulps, turning a light shade of pink.

"I'm so sorry." I mouth to her when she looks my way.

"Do you want to hear about Y/n's progress or not?" Camila pivots in the sweetest tone possible, but both my parents scoff at it.

"I suppose her grades have been swayed by whatever is going on here?" Mama suggests. I have to close my eyes and take a deep breath to calm myself down as their reaction is inspiring nothing but anger inside of me. Why can't they be happy for me? They seemed perfectly happy when they first met Camila. What's so different now that they know how we met?

"Absolutely not." Camila refuses, "Mrs Y/l/n  if you will excuse my language, this is not a fuck-and-reward system. Had we met outside of my work, I still would've had feelings for your daughter. You seemed to accept that the last time we met, though I understand your anger. What we have going on between ourselves is entirely separate from what goes on in the class, I can promise you that. Have a little faith in your daughter."

"Yeah right." Mom mumbles sarcastically, finally prompting me to snap.

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" I call out, standing up and turning around to face my parents, "You don't fucking get it, do you? Why can't you just be happy for me? I'm so much happier and a far better person ever since I met Camila. Can't you fucking see that? There's no need to be complete bitches to her! She's done nothing wrong!"

"She's breaking the law." Mama says calmly, "Both of you are."

"I don't give a shit about the damn law right now." I sigh, storming over to the door and slamming it open as I leave, needing to get out of the situation.

Why is everything in my life so fucking hard?

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