Yes, Ms. Cabello. (Camila x You)

This is Serious

"What's wrong?" Camila frowns, concern floating in her eyes.

"That whole 'nobody can hear you' thing? Yeah, somebody heard us." I sigh, momentarily pressing my palms against my closed eyes as if it'll lower my headache, "They don't know who you are but you're gonna have to not like bananas for a while. Plus Cara's mad at me for killing Sir Bobble Hat the Third."

Camila splutters, covering her mouth and nose as she bends over at the waist and attempts to hold in a laugh. It doesn't exactly work as she straightens up and giggles, "What kind of a name is Sir Bobble Hat the Third?"

"Camila, this is serious!" I hiss, shifting on my desk, "Someone heard us yesterday, someone trusted by the popular girl clique who run the gossip website of the entire school. Now everybody wants to know who I'm in love with!" I pause, eyes falling to the ground as I add, "Once they find out..."

"We won't let them." Camila refuses, shaking her head, "We managed to convince Harry. We can convince everyone else, too."

I lower my gaze to the floor, fiddling with my fingers as I let out a huff.

"Hey," She says reassuringly, moving around her desk to stand in front of me, "Baby, look at me."

I don't, keeping my gaze on the linoleum floor instead.

"Darling." She tries again, but still, I don't budge, "The most beautiful girl on earth?"

A small smile crosses my lips, despite how I fight it. "You know, Camila," I chuckle, finally looking up at her, "Talking to yourself isn't healthy."

She smiles, tongue between her shining teeth, as she laughs deeply, still giggling as she presses her lips against mine.

"Listen, we'll get through this." She promises.

"I know," I say solemnly, resting my forehead on hers and relishing in the warmth of skin-on-skin contact, "I just don't want to lose you."

"You won't." She promises, "I don't want to lose you, either."

I nod as she pulls away, moving back to behind her desk.

"Right, well," I say, taking a deep breath as I hop off of my desk, "I should get going so I can walk in late."

She smiles as she glances down at her paperwork.

"And I should pretend to not miss you while I wait. See you, Y/n."

"Later, Ms. Cabello." I wink, swinging my satchel over my shoulder and stealthily making my way out of the door, ensuring that nobody witnesses me leaving.

I glance back at her once, grinning as she's already sat in her seat and working on something or other, thick-rimmed glasses perched high on her nose, before making my way down the hall.