Daddy's Little Girl

Ch. 33

Today we're going back to school, Camila got sick two days after Christmas. For some stupid reason she was sick during New Years too. I think she still is sick but she's not too sick any more...I hope. We didn't get the chance to 'do it' but she let keep her little outfit till we do.

And guess what I got for Christmas????? A NEW CAR!!!!!

Well it isn't new, it was my mom's old car. She used it as an excuse to buy herself a new car.

I said I would give Camila rides to and from school. I'm still waiting outside for her.

"Hey sorry-"

"Yeah yeah. Are you still sick?" I desperately asked. She smirked but quickly sneezed an shyly smiled.

"Not yet.....but I'm getting there." I kissed her check and held her hand. Camila prevented me from kissing her lips. She's protecting me.

Camila wore some skinny jeans, a red coat with a black scarf around her neck, her hair was in its natural curls and had little make up on. I kept peeking at her. She looked so cute with her slightly red nose and her red tinted cheeks and she looked so cute all cuddled up.

We walked into the school holding hands like always. Students were standing around, not moving, like they were waiting.

I saw a cheerleader that I know too well stand on a chair and held up a speaker phone to her lips.

"Students of Carrollton High. I want to start this year off with some honesty. And honestly, we have all been lied to. We have been told lie after lie after lie. Camila Cabello, your so called queen, has lied to you, about everything." I looked over to see Camila with tears in her eyes but her haw clenched staring at the cheerleader.

"Shoot, her name isn't even really Camila. Right Karla?" Everyone started whispering to each other and stared at Camila.

"Karla how about you tell everyone how you're not really a lesbian?" Everyone gasped and whispered.

"Or better yet how about you tell them how you aren't rich? Or you know what, how about you tell everyone how you aren't really dating Lauren Jauregui?" Becky smirked and passed the speakerphone to some guy. She watched from above how everyone stared and Camila and how they said stuff about her.

"What a loser."

"I can't believe she lied how lame is that"

"I already suspected she wasn't really into girls"

Camila ran outside, I watched how everyone laughed to themselves and whispered hate about Camila. Becky laughed along with her friends and smirked winking at me. I felt disgust looking at her.

I ran out to looked for Camila and saw her trying to open the car door. As I got closer I saw her crying and groaning. I went and hugged her from behind. She let herself fall to the ground, I held onto her and hugged her. She cried on my shoulder, I cried with her. I hate to say this but the truth was bound to come out. I hate having to see Camila hurt.

After she ran out off tears we staid sitting on the ground leaning back against the car. Camila sat on my lap holding her self. I had my arms around her and rubbed her back. Her head was on my shoulder and mines against her head. I had my eyes closed as I heard Camila sniffle and hiccup.

She sat up breathing hard and looked at the ground. She looked at me, her eyes red and puff, her lips glossed over and her cheeks stained from the tears. She opened her mouth but nothing came out. She stayed the same, I kissed her forehead softly and caressed her cheek pushing a strand of loss hair behind her ear.

"How?" She said quietly. I was barley able to here her.

I shrugged and gave her a sympathetic look. She looked back down and hid her head in the crook of my neck. She wrapped her arms around my neck tightly and I felt the wetness of her tears on my neck. Seconds later she started shaking and cried. I hugged her just as tight and tried to stay strong for the both of us.