Daddy's Little Girl

Ch. 9

I sat next to Camila, she didn't say anything so I took the chance to look around her room. It looked like a typical teenagers room. Posters, pictures, and a great collection of books. I expected 'The Great Camila's' room to have some sort of chart with the names of girls she hasn't got at. I actually thought her pink room was cute. I was really attracted to that pile of dirty clothes in the corner.

"Go head judge" She said looking down at her fiddling fingers.

"What?"

"Judge. Say it looks like a thirteen year old girl's room. Say that I'm too old to have posters of singers on my wall. Say I'm a nerd for having too many books. Just say it." She said looking straight at me. She frowned and looked down again.

"Everyone else already has." She whispered the last part. I got up and walked up to her One Direction poster. I pointed and Zayn.

"He's mine." I said, she looked up and saw what I was doing and looked surprised but smiled. She got up and pointed at Harry.

"He's mine." I walked around looking at her other posters. I saw a large collage of cut outs of her favorite singers.

"Oh My God Lana Del Rey!" I said gasping for air. I put a hand on my chest making it rise and fall.

"You like her?" She asked standing next to me looking at her collage.

"I. Love. Her." I said, she giggled and stared at me. She quickly looked away and went to sit back on her bed.

"Sooo...." She said looking at her rug. I went and sat next to her again.

"What do you want to do?"

"I don't know. What do people normally do?" She looked up at me confused.

"The normal." I shrugged.

"I don't know what 'The norml' is. I've never really had anyone over." She said shyly avoiding my eyes.

"Oh well....they usually just hang out."

"Oh ok." She nodded her head but didn't move.

"Well then what are we doing?" I asked seeing she didn't say or do anything else.

"Lauren I don't know. I'm new at this. What do you and your friends normally do?" She said frustrated. She turned her body to fully face me.

"Uhhh well, they gossip. They like to gossip a lot, but I just sit back and listen." I said avoiding her eyes. My friends love to talk about Camila because they know how much she flirts with me.

"So what do you guys gossip about?" Oh well just a couple days ago we were wondering if your ass was real or not.

"Uhh the normal...who's dating who...who's...not?"

"Do you guys talk about me?"

"Your the most popular girl at school, every talks about you." The words easily came out of my mouth.

"So you do talk about me."

"No..."

"What do your friends think of me?"

"Ehhh....that..your a...really interesting person." I wasn't a complete lie.

"Lauren can I tell you something." I furiously nodded not wanting to continue this conversation.

"But please promise me you wont tell ANYONE" She putting up her hands.

"I promise." I put up my right hand.

"Ok" She sighed and looked around. "Im not rich..."

"Camila I already know that." I cut her off.

"I wasn't done." She took a deep breath and started again.

"I'm not rich or cool or anything. I'm the complete opposite from what I am at school. COMPLETELY. OPPOSITE." She said loudly trying to prove a point. She leaned closer looking into my eyes. I nodded my head.

"Lauren. Completely opposite from who I am at school.Complete Opposite." She was still looking straight at my eyes.

"I get it. Your not cool, popular, rich. Your a normal person. I get it."

She sighed and smiled in relief.

"Oh ok good. I'm glad. But don't tell anyone I'm not really a leabian. It's the only reason why I am popular."

Wait! What? Not really a lesbian?

What The Fuck Is Going On!!!

I opened my mouth to ask if I heard right. But I was paralyzed at the news. She can't not be a lesbian. She flirts. With every girl. But worst of all, I actually like her.

"Lauren your parents called they said you could go home now." I nodded and quickly ran out of Camila's room. I grabbed my bag and ran to my house confused.