"What do you want with me? I already told you that we don't have anything else to talk about. I thought I made that clear." Lauren got up from the bench, straightening the hem of her dress, and she took advantage of that to look away from the Latina.

Camila couldn't help but look at the brunette's beautiful toned legs, feeling her body heat up at that sight and her hands begin to tingle with want. She needed to have Lauren again, it was almost a necessity, and she'd rather not try to understand that absurd obsession.

"But we have unfinished business." Camila blocked Lauren's path, bringing her hands to the brunette's waist where she squeezed a little hard, making Lauren gasp. "I want you." The Latina whispered close to Lauren's ear, making her shiver with the husky tone of her voice.

The brunette shook her head quickly to get out of that momentary trance, she couldn't fall for Camila's charms again, she had to be strong.

"Get your hands off me." The brunette ordered coldly; and though Camila was ready for that, to hear the brunette speak in that so rude way affected the Latina in a way that she didn't like at all. "I already told you, what we had is over, I don't want anything to do with you anymore." Lauren put her hands over Camila's hands on her waist, shoving them away from her hips with some violence. "I'm not going to repeat this again, stay away from me. Forget me." The brunette took a step back, staring at the Latina in front of her with hatred; her chest rose and fell in a rapid way and she felt her body vibrate due to the accumulated adrenaline.

Camila balled her hands into fists and lowered her head, feeling that rejection more and more. She knew that she needed to be quick and think of some way to convince Lauren.

She had to give in. And Camila would make her give in.

"I'm not going to stay away from you, we both know that you actually want me very close." Camila's voice increased in tone gradually, the Latina took two steps forward towards the brunette, who stepped back, moving away from the Latina. "Stop lying and admit that you miss my hands on you." The brunette's back collided with the pillar that supported the ceiling of the recreation area, and Camila inched her face closer to Lauren's, leaving their mouths pretty close. "Admit it... Do it..."

Her whole body cried out for Lauren's.

"I..." Lauren swallowed the saliva that had gathered in her mouth and wet her dry lips with the tip of her tongue. Camila followed the movement with her eyes, feeling her throat burn with thirst for the brunette's lips. "I. Don't. Want. Anything. To. Do. With. You." The brunette said slowly, and every word hit Camila in a different way. "Let go of me!" Lauren demanded impatiently, and Camila sighed heavily, shaking her head and muttering under her breath that she wouldn't let her leave.

"Just a little bit, Lauren. Just-"

"Let go of me, Camila. This is not a request."

"Why do you have such a strong aversion to me? Everything was fine between us. We don't have to expand whatever this is, Lauren. It can be just casual sex, and no one needs to know."

Camila was going to try a different approach, without less arrogance, even though she felt like just grabbing Lauren and convince her in the best way she knew: driving her crazy.

"Camila, no..."

"Did I do something wrong?"

"You didn't do anything wrong." Camila frowned, watching Lauren let out a long, heavy sigh. "I was the one who did it all wrong."

Camila got even more confused... What exactly was Lauren talking about?

"Uh... How so? I don't understand." The Latina scratched the back of her neck, in a clear sign of confusion.

Lauren pulled the hem of her dress further down, taking the opportunity to dry her damp hands on the fabric of her dress and move away from Camila. She couldn't think straight with the Latina so close to her.

"Yeah... I did it all wrong. So many mistakes." Lauren began, leaving Camila even more confused. "I made a mistake when I gave in to you from the very beginning, when I let you into my apartment and when I opened my legs for you. I made a mistake when I fell for your sweet talk, when I let myself get carried away by your charm, when I let you touch me. I should never have let that happen." The brunette concluded indignantly and disappointed with herself.

If she had been more firm from the start, she wouldn't be here today, mulling over because of the guilt that was killing her. If she had been strong, she would still hate Camila and she'd never have let that woman make her feel like a sex toy.

Lauren was disgusted with herself.

"Lauren..." Camila pressed her lips together, she was trying to understand the reason for those words and Lauren's actions.

"I have a boyfriend, Camila. Or are you suffering from short-term memory loss?" Lauren let out ironically, and Camila rolled her eyes, cussing at the memory of the brunette's stupid boyfriend. "He deserves respect, I deserve respect. I should never have done this..." The brunette made some gestures with her hands, searching for words to define that. Unsuccessfully, she just huffed. "Whatever it was we were doing. I don't want it anymore. Just forget about it like it never happened."

Lauren took impetus to leave that place, but Camila was faster and grabbed her wrist, preventing her from doing so. Lauren closed her eyes, counting to ten.

"And you just remembered your boyfriend now? When you were asking me for more, begging me not to stop; you didn't remember that shitty little boyfriend." The Latina squeezed the brunette's wrist a little hard, and Lauren's face contorted a little because of the pain, pulling her arm from Camila's hand in reflex.

"Wash your filthy mouth before you talk about him. Ryan is a thousand times better than you." Lauren defended her best friend, spitting her words in Camila's face, hitting her in the deepest part of her ego without even knowing. "If there's someone shitty here, it's you, not him."

Camila widened her eyes, stunned by Lauren's rude and offensive words. She had never been treated that way, but she also had never felt so attracted to someone.

Not after her.

"Don't offend me!" Camila demanded, controlling her anger as best as she could, she didn't want to end up losing control and say things she'd regret.

Lauren was the only person who made her lose sense of everything. Camila simply couldn't control herself when she was around the brunette.

"Then don't offend my boyfriend." Lauren countered, making it clear that she was angry too.

"This is bullshit." Camila let out a humorless laugh, shaking her head. "You had sex three or four times with me and you didn't even remember that-" The Latina pressed her lips together when she realized she was going to cuss him again. "And now you magically remember that he exists. What happened? It's just because he's coming to see you, isn't it?"

"No, Camila. Why is it so hard for you to understand that I don't want to be involved with you anymore?" Lauren asked loudly, she was almost losing her patience and her hands itched to choke the Latina. "I don't want this anymore. From the beginning you knew that eventually this would happen. Stop being an idiot and forget me."

"You know that he doesn't make you feel like I do." Camila flashed a naughty, smug smile. She wouldn't let Lauren put her down. "He doesn't make you shiver like I do, and he surely doesn't arouse you like I do." The Latina concluded, smiling even more when she saw that she had affected the brunette with her words.

Lauren closed her eyes, Camila knew how to drive her crazy in a good way, but this time things would be different.

"You're so full of yourself, aren't you, dwarf?" Lauren smiled in a devilish and mocking way. "Who guarantees you that he doesn't make me shiver better than you?" The brunette walked over to Camila, who swallowed hard at Lauren's cold voice tone. "Who guarantees you that he doesn't arouse me more than you do? He's a thousand times better than you." Lauren let out an evil chuckle close to Camila's ear.

The Latina felt the adrenaline start to run in her veins. Lauren was managing to affect the Latina in a way that even the Latina herself hadn't managed to.

"If so, then why did you open your legs for me? If he's that good, why did you need me?" Camila countered ironically, she wouldn't remain in silence listening to the absurdities that the brunette was saying.

Lauren tsked, shaking her head. The brunette only needed to say one last thing before she left.

"You really don't understand, do you?" Camila arched one of her eyebrows, curious. "You were of use to me only to satisfy my curiosity, it was a moment of madness. I like to experiment things." Lauren's voice became serious, cold again. "But I don't want anything to do with you anymore, I'm tired of playing with you. From now on we'll be professional when necessary, and when it isn't necessary, don't even speak to me."

Lauren moved away from the Latina with a smile on her face and started walking towards the door, she felt like she was floating such was her bliss at the knowledge that she had managed to leave the Latina speechless. Camila stood motionless for a few seconds, processing Lauren's words, refusing to believe them. That wasn't true, it couldn't be.

"Wait a second!" Lauren tried to hurry her pace, but before she could, Camila managed to reach her. The Latina grabbed the brunette's waist and pushed her against the wall, pinning her there. "I'm better than him. Why is it so hard for you to admit it?"

Their heavy breaths mingled. Camila needed to hear from Lauren's mouth that she was better than Ryan, it was a matter of honor. Lauren shook her head, smiling in a mocking way again.

"And why is it so hard for you to accept that he's a thousand times better than you'll ever dream of being? He makes me feel like a powerful woman, unlike you."

That was the final blow for Camila, she backed away from the brunette completely stunned. Lauren finally moved away from the wall and left without looking back.

2-0, the brunette boasted in thought as she descended the stairs. This time she knew that she had gotten rid of the Latina.

Camila was still standing in the same place, the brunette's words echoing in her mind. If there was one thing that she always cherished, it was pride, and now, thanks to Lauren, it was terribly hurt. She couldn't pinpoint exactly what had left her so devastated like that. Lauren's rejection or her so offensive words.

No... This doesn't end here, the Latina thought to herself. Lauren was going to regret having said that. Camila was going to make sure of it.

Not in the mood to stay there anymore, the Latina left the apartment as quietly as possible, taking advantage of the fact that her friends were distracted.

"You were of use to me only to satisfy my curiosity, it was a moment of madness. I like to experiment things."

"But I don't want anything to do with you anymore, I'm tired of playing with you."

"He's a thousand times better than you."

Lauren's rude words hammered in Camila's head. The Latina stopped a few feet from her car and put her hands on her face.

"I'm a thousand times better than him." She spoke to herself, sure of her worth.

I'm better than him, the Latina insisted on her certainty.

"And why is it so hard for you to accept that he's a thousand times better than you'll ever dream of being? He makes me feel like a powerful woman, unlike you."

Camila's blood boiled; her body being taken over by an out of the ordinary fury. She let out an angry growl and clenched her fists with extreme force. She had never felt such hatred in all her life, adrenaline dominated her body.

"I hate Lauren Jauregui!" She seethed to no one in particular and without even realizing it, her right hand flew towards the window of her car on the driver's side.

Her anger was so colossal that the strength of that punch made the window break and fall apart into a thousand shards. Blood began to trickle down between her fingers and wrist, but she wasn't feeling any pain. She only wished that instead of the window it was Ryan's face being punched.

The Latina pulled her car keys from her pocket with her left hand and unlocked the car, its alarm had started going off due to her punch on the window. She used the hand that wasn't hurt to wipe her seat, and then she got into the car and put the key in the ignition, she needed to get out of there before someone showed up.

And she also needed to go to the hospital.