The exchange (camren) English Version

Chapter 39

Camila's POV

How am I going to follow her?...

The main reason I'm following her it's because I want to see how big the problem she is in is, and with who she gets involved.

I told Clara and Michael that I would go to the movies, since Tay will be going out with Drew that night.

As soon as Lauren closed the door, I went after her. I noticed that she was walking, which made my life easier, but I ended up taking a taxi and saying the famous phrase of the movies ‘follow that car’.

The poles illuminated the road, ans my sneakers made a funny noise on the sidewalk. I left a big distance between me and Lauren, always trying to stay close to somewhere I can run to hide in case she turns around.

I was mentally cursing myself for not bringing a jacket with me, now that the icy wind hits my body.

We walked a lot, I thought we would never get to the place, but I saw an illuminated sign, with the name of the club and a certain movement in front.

I crossed the street, watching Lauren meet Keaton and the rest of the drug...her friends

She leaned back against the wall of the place, placed one foot back, supporting her there and I almost started laughing almost.

She looked like the perfect ‘bad boy’ that moment, and she was just missing  'something' in the middle of her legs.

But the laughter died in my throat when I saw one of her ‘friends’, holding something hidden.

But... already? This fast? I closed my hand in a fist and restrained myself not to go there and face Lauren.

She placed the thing that they gave her on her lips and swallowed.

Congratulations Lauren, one more night that she will come looking like shit to the house.

When entered the place, only then I crossed the street and wentbehind.

“So, doll, are you new to the area?” someone asked. Is it possible that this was just a compliment?  I ignored it and I stood in front of the entrance, would I need an invitation to enter?

“Hello!” I said politely, to the security faced wrong that was in the door, John,
it's his name, from what I read on his plaque.

“What do you want?” he asked coldly

“To get in.” I said and smiled, in the end, which asks so obvious.

“Ticket?” He said stretched out his hand, waiting for me to place it there.

“Oh, I ...” I bit my lower lip, before he said anything, the guy who called me ‘ doll’ came back.

“Paul talking, is there a problem?” he said

“Hey, Paul!” he said “no, nothing else that the girl does not have ticket of entrance.”

“I have a ticket. What did you think, that you can come and go around guessing?”
I didn't answer anything

Okay, I don't have that ticket, but he doesn't have to know. Now.

“Then, put it here...” he stretched his hand again.

Stupid.

The guy, that Paul, intervened.

“ You're not the kind of girls who tend to frequent these places, doll.” he said

What a motherfucker

“I totally frequent them.” I told him

Then to prove what I said, I took the cigar he had and smoked it.

At the time I started coughing.

It's okay, I've never smoked, really, I don't understand how someone can find better a cigarette than an ice cream, if you're going to do something that's not good for you, why don't you choose a frozen chocolate treat and full of calories?

“Really?” He said and released the white smoke through his nose. That is not fair! He knows smoking tricks! “because I can swear I've never seen you in such a place.”

“I'm not from here” that wasn't a lie

“At least can you stop covering the entrance?” he asked with the coarse voice

“Hey, John, relax. The doll is with me.” he said pushed me closer to him. Germs, many of them. I can feel them in me while he hugs me sideways

“You sure?” Paul nodded “then, come in quickly.”

At least we got in..

“OK i'm done” I said and let go of him, looking for Lauren in the middle of the crowd

The urge to cough was huge, the smell of cigarettes all over the place was unbearable...