think this is an exercise book,” La

think this is an exercise book,” Lauren admitted as she stepped around Normani and started to make her way towards Camila who knelt on the floor surveying it in search of her last missing book, the others now safely stashed in her locker.

Normani and Ally watched as Lauren approached the brunette and tapped her gently on the left shoulder.

“Hey,” Lauren greeted as Camila turned to face her, “I think you…” Lauren’s words caught in her throat as Camila lifted her face to look at who was addressing her.

The first thing Lauren noticed was the other girl’s eyes. Deep, dark pools of chocolate brown which she was in the very real danger of drowning in as Camila stood up to her full height.

“Uhh….” Lauren tried to finish her thought, the notebook held out between the two of them.

“Thanks,” Camila said gratefully as she glanced down at the item in Lauren’s hands and took it back in her own. The loss of eye contact, allowed Lauren the opportunity to recover her wits. Camila scrutinised the book in her hands, flicking through the pages as though she didn’t recognise it and Lauren used this time to examine the other girls’ features properly.

It was only from this distance that Lauren could see the marks of Camila’s accident and accept the truth of Ally and Normani’s words. The left side of Camila’s head was shaved close to her skull, a thick, pink, circular scar protruding from her scalp where’d she obviously had surgery. From a distance, a long layer of hair had hidden it from view but up close, what was effectively an undercut did little to disguise the obvious trauma Camila had undergone.

Camila lifted her gaze to look at Lauren once again, closing the notebook in her hands as she did so. Lauren finally saw the other girls face properly for the first time and despite the obvious scar which extended from her forehead and across her left eyebrow, she couldn’t help but find Camila stunning.

Lauren wondered how she’d never paid any attention to the other girl over the past two years together at school, not when she was standing here now, lost for words and for the first time in her life, completely paralysed but the butterflies she felt erupting in her stomach. Lauren caught herself staring at Camila and quickly glanced back towards the notebook between them, her eyes sweeping over Camila’s delicate fingers and taking in the stiff wrist splint which covered her left hand.

Camila, obviously following Lauren’s gaze, pulled at the sleeve of her sweater subconsciously in an attempt to cover her hand.

“I’m sorry,” Lauren apologised, sensing the other girls discomfort.

“That’s ok,” Camila replied, turning to place the notebook in her locker. “I’m getting used to it.”

“No, it was rude of me to stare,” Lauren reiterated, watching as Camila closed her locker.

“Well…” Was all Camila responded, her voice trailing off as though her thoughts were lost mid-sentence.

Camila picked her bag up from the floor and put it over her shoulder before making a move to leave. Lauren stopped her, reaching for the other girls hand and pulling on it gently. “I’m Lauren,” she said as Camila turned back around to face her.

“Ok,” Camila answered simply.

Lauren shifted uncomfortably on her feet, unsure whether Camila was going to introduce herself.

After a moment of awkward silence, Lauren decided that she wasn’t and so asked, “You’re Camila right?”

“Yeah,” Camila replied frowning suspiciously.

“Listen, I wondered if….” Lauren began, but she was interrupted by someone shouting Camila’s name off to her right. Lauren turned just as another girl reached them, slightly out of breath and anxious.

“Mila,” the other girl said once she’d caught her breath. “I went to the guidance counsellor’s room looking for you only to find you weren’t there. I’ve been searching all over for you.”

“I’m here,” Camila answered matter of factly.

“Well I can see that,” the other girl responded. “You were supposed to wait there for me so I could make sure you get to class ok.”

“I needed to put some things in my locker,” Camila answered as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Mila,” the other girl said, casting a confused look at Lauren when she finally noticed her standing there. “You….you’re not supposed…you were. Didn’t you listen to what the guidance counsellor said?”

“No,” Camila admitted. “My mom did.”

“What did your mom say after the meeting?” The other girl asked seemingly frustrated.

“I don’t know,” Camila said honestly.

“Didn’t she say anything?” The other girl asked.

“She did,” Camila informed her.

“What was it? Did she write it down for you?” The other girl questioned again, her eyes searching Camila’s arms for the notebooks she’d had earlier. “Where’s your notebook?”

“In my locker,” Camila replied.

“Mila,” the other girl groaned slightly.

“Umm….I should go,” Lauren interrupted feeling out of place. “Leave you guys to it…”

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think this is an exercise book,” Lauren admitted as she stepped around Normani and started to make her way towards Camila who knelt on the floor surveying it in search of her last missing book, the others now safely stashed in her locker.Normani and Ally watched as Lauren approached the brunette and tapped her gently on the left shoulder.“Hey,” Lauren greeted as Camila turned to face her, “I think you…” Lauren’s words caught in her throat as Camila lifted her face to look at who was addressing her.The first thing Lauren noticed was the other girl’s eyes. Deep, dark pools of chocolate brown which she was in the very real danger of drowning in as Camila stood up to her full height.“Uhh….” Lauren tried to finish her thought, the notebook held out between the two of them.“Thanks,” Camila said gratefully as she glanced down at the item in Lauren’s hands and took it back in her own. The loss of eye contact, allowed Lauren the opportunity to recover her wits. Camila scrutinised the book in her hands, flicking through the pages as though she didn’t recognise it and Lauren used this time to examine the other girls’ features properly.It was only from this distance that Lauren could see the marks of Camila’s accident and accept the truth of Ally and Normani’s words. The left side of Camila’s head was shaved close to her skull, a thick, pink, circular scar protruding from her scalp where’d she obviously had surgery. From a distance, a long layer of hair had hidden it from view but up close, what was effectively an undercut did little to disguise the obvious trauma Camila had undergone.Camila lifted her gaze to look at Lauren once again, closing the notebook in her hands as she did so. Lauren finally saw the other girls face properly for the first time and despite the obvious scar which extended from her forehead and across her left eyebrow, she couldn’t help but find Camila stunning.Lauren wondered how she’d never paid any attention to the other girl over the past two years together at school, not when she was standing here now, lost for words and for the first time in her life, completely paralysed but the butterflies she felt erupting in her stomach. Lauren caught herself staring at Camila and quickly glanced back towards the notebook between them, her eyes sweeping over Camila’s delicate fingers and taking in the stiff wrist splint which covered her left hand.Camila, obviously following Lauren’s gaze, pulled at the sleeve of her sweater subconsciously in an attempt to cover her hand.“I’m sorry,” Lauren apologised, sensing the other girls discomfort.“That’s ok,” Camila replied, turning to place the notebook in her locker. “I’m getting used to it.”“No, it was rude of me to stare,” Lauren reiterated, watching as Camila closed her locker.“Well…” Was all Camila responded, her voice trailing off as though her thoughts were lost mid-sentence.Camila picked her bag up from the floor and put it over her shoulder before making a move to leave. Lauren stopped her, reaching for the other girls hand and pulling on it gently. “I’m Lauren,” she said as Camila turned back around to face her.“Ok,” Camila answered simply.Lauren shifted uncomfortably on her feet, unsure whether Camila was going to introduce herself.After a moment of awkward silence, Lauren decided that she wasn’t and so asked, “You’re Camila right?”“Yeah,” Camila replied frowning suspiciously.“Listen, I wondered if….” Lauren began, but she was interrupted by someone shouting Camila’s name off to her right. Lauren turned just as another girl reached them, slightly out of breath and anxious.“Mila,” the other girl said once she’d caught her breath. “I went to the guidance counsellor’s room looking for you only to find you weren’t there. I’ve been searching all over for you.”“I’m here,” Camila answered matter of factly.“Well I can see that,” the other girl responded. “You were supposed to wait there for me so I could make sure you get to class ok.”"Tôi cần thiết để đưa một số điều trong locker của tôi," Camila trả lời như là mặc dù nó đã là những điều rõ ràng nhất trên thế giới."Mila," các cô gái khác đã nói, đúc một cái nhìn nhầm lẫn Lauren khi cô cuối cùng đã nhận thấy mình đứng ở đó. "Bạn... cậu không nên... cậu. Không bạn nghe những gì nhân viên tư vấn hướng dẫn nói?""Không," Camila thừa nhận. "Mẹ tôi đã làm.""Những gì đã làm mẹ của bạn nói rằng sau khi cuộc họp không?" Các cô gái khác hỏi thất vọng dường như."Tôi không biết" Camila, nói một cách trung thực."Không cô nói bất cứ điều gì?" Các cô gái khác yêu cầu."Cô ấy đã làm," Camila thông báo cho cô ấy."Những gì đã là nó? Đã làm cô ấy viết nó cho bạn?" Các cô gái khác đặt câu hỏi một lần nữa, đôi mắt cô ấy tìm kiếm Camila của cánh tay cho máy tính xách tay mà cô đã có trước đó. "Ở đâu là máy tính xách tay của bạn?""Ở trong tôi" Camila trả lời."Mila," các cô gái khác groaned hơi."um... tôi nên đi," Lauren gián đoạn cảm giác ra khỏi vị trí. "Để tụi nó..."