Camila: Can we see each other today?

Lauren: No!

Camila: Why?? I miss hearing you moan and groan... I get wet just by thinking about it.

Lauren: I don't want to!

Camila: Hm... always the same thing.

Camila: Alright then. I won't insist, I'm tired of running after you. Not even when I give in you make it easy for me.

Camila: I don't understand, Lauren Michelle, and honestly? I'm tired of trying to understand. Congratulations, you got what you wanted(:

Six days had passed since that text message exchange between the two and Lauren still didn't understand what Camila meant exactly. Honestly, she just didn't want to understand, she wanted to fool herself. She really wanted to put an end to that complicated thing that they've been having for months, but then why did it feel so wrong to stay away from the Latina for so long?

Lauren was angry at Camila, because she couldn't stop thinking about her and because every day she appeared on the news with different women. Okay, it wasn't every day, but the news often hinted at the Latina's flings. It was too tiring mentally and the brunette couldn't handle it. Lauren could deny it out loud, but there was a little voice within her that admitted the jealousy she felt.

She shouldn't, yeah, she really shouldn't. Why? Simple, because they have a relationship that's completely and totally sexual. Something just physical, with no emotions. There are no rules that forbid Camila from living her life and having affairs with other women; because even though Lauren's relationship with Ryan is fake, they still had sex and felt a huge affection for each other, though they were just friends.

Lauren shouldn't demand anything of Camila, and that was why she opted to just walk away. She needed to exorcise the Latina from her life. It was necessary, before there was no way out of that situation. Not to mention that it was very dangerous, and Lauren was surprised to not have seen anything on the media about the Latina's often visits to her apartment. After all, there was no way to miss the Latina's flashy car. Only she had a vehicle with a huge pizza sticker on the hood. Who wouldn't see that?

Lauren knew that she should walk away before all hell broke loose, even because she wasn't ready to face all that. And maybe she'd never be ready.

But the thing was that; she unfortunately missed Camila, and couldn't just simply ignore her. Deep down, she didn't even want that.

Everything would be so much easier if we continued to hate each other as usual, the brunette thought, letting out a long, heavy sigh. Lauren wasn't immune to feelings, and to her misfortune, even unintentionally, she somehow ended up growing attached to Camila. Because it had been long weeks since the Latina had showed another side of her, and even though she was still the same womanizer, she no longer treated her like some random woman.

Somehow what they had, had become special, and Lauren wanted to avoid at all costs that that evolved into something more.

"You won't believe this, Laurenza!" An excited – and full of shopping bags – Normani opened the door of Lauren's apartment, waking her up from her trance and nearly causing her to drop her phone on the floor. "Ryan's personal manager called me and you two are going to be on the next cover of Rolling Stone magazine." Normani clapped her hands excitedly, dropping the shopping bags on the floor and looking at Lauren all smiley.

"What do you mean? What?" Lauren asked dazedly, blinking a few times while her mind assimilated the new information.

"Exactly what you heard, babe. You and your hot boyfriend will be on the next cover of Rolling Stone!" Lauren jumped from the couch, gaping. "Oh yeah, that was the reaction I wanted to see."

"Oh my God, Normani! I don't believe it!" Lauren has always loved the Rolling Stone magazine, and being on the cover was like fulfilling a childhood dream. "I'm going to be on the fucking cover of Rolling Stone!"

"Yes, you will!" Normani celebrated along with Lauren. The two of them began a kind of celebratory dance which ended with them falling on one of the couches laughing. "You need to see the clothes I've separated for you to wear on the photoshoot. One more beautiful than the other, I'm sure they'll look wonderful."

Lauren just nodded, Normani was great at many things, especially at everything that involved fashion. She was so good that Lauren never needed to hire a stylist, her agent/manager was all she needed. At last she had the perfect subject to get her mind off Camila and all the complication involving both of them.

She just wished to be able to get the Latina out of her head forever.

-----

Camila flashed a smile, nodding her head approvingly at the clothes Selena had chosen. She was at her best friend's apartment, helping her choose a good outfit so they could go to lunch and then go shopping.

"I look beautiful in anything, it's a fact." Selena commented with a faint air of arrogance, smiling at her reflection in the mirror. There was no denying it, it was really a fact that she looked wonderful wearing any kind of clothes.

"It looks like someone is starting to sound a lot like me."

"It's the coexistence." Selena countered, joking with the Latina. "You still haven't told me the reason for your sleepy countenance, nugget."

Camila sighed, she hasn't been sleeping well and she didn't even know why. She just lay on her bed and rolled from one side to the other, without being able to sleep a full night in peace. Her mind was a mess, full of jumbled thoughts, so she still didn't know exactly what was disturbing her sleep and causing her insomnia.

"To be honest, I don't know." The Latina shrugged, resting her splayed hands on the mattress beneath her. "I just haven't been able to sleep, you know?"

"Hmmm..." Selena murmured as she finished applying lipstick on her lips, then wiping the corners of her mouth even though they weren't smudged. It was a habit. "Maybe it's the many night outs? With that blonde... What's her name?"

"Carlson?"

"Yes! That's her!" Selena waggled her eyebrows suggestively. "You two having an affair or what?"

"We're just friends." Camila answered quickly, receiving a sneer from Selena. "I'm serious. If she was the reason for my sleepless nights, I'd have already fixed the problem. You can bet on it."

"So there's another woman in play?"

"Why do you think this involves a woman?" Selena didn't say anything, just stared at Camila in a way that words weren't needed. The Latina understood her best friend's look. "There are other things going on in my life."

"If you say so..."

Camila rolled her eyes, quickly standing up upon seeing that Selena was finally ready. She bent her left arm and lifted it so that her best friend would intertwine her arm to hers, and then the two of them left the bedroom towards the front door. During the drive to one of their favorite restaurants, they talked about several things, including their respective jobs and some gossip.

It was all that Camila needed, a whole day with her best friend to have some peace of mind.

-----

The days then passed in a blink of an eye... In Camila's perspective, too fast even; and in Lauren's, they practically dragged on.

Ryan had to go back to London earlier, the rehearsals for the new One Direction tour were going to start early, as well as the interviews and appearances in talk shows. When the time came to say goodbye, the same old melodrama happened, much of it by Lauren. She never liked goodbyes, especially because she knew she'd be alone in her apartment again.

Which by the way, was too big for a single person in her opinion.

Maybe she really needed someone there by her side, keeping her company and cuddling her. But her life has been so messy lately that Lauren didn't even have time to close her eyes and sleep for a whole night. Especially now.

Why do these things only happen to me?, the brunette thought, chuckling ironically. If the situation wasn't so tragic, it would be comical. There she was, once again, sitting on the balcony of her bedroom feeling the wind mess her hair, and with her thoughts far away. In fact, not as far away as she thought.

Less than 30 minutes away, to be more precise. The reason for her torment and her reveries, the reason why she was going crazy... The damn Latina who turned Lauren's life upside down, and affected her in such a way that the brunette could no longer go back.

And who could make it all okay again? Yup...

She didn't know... or at least she pretended she didn't.

"Shit." The brunette cussed, pushing the chair back when she felt the warm liquid run down her left thigh.

She was so distracted that she didn't even notice that the tea cup was on the edge of the table, and when she bumped her knee into the table, the greenish liquid overflowed and ran down her thigh, clinging to it. Lauren grimaced, feeling uncomfortable because her skin was already all sticky. She got up quickly, walked into her bedroom, and headed for the bathroom, quickly getting into the shower-box. She turned on the hot water of the shower which splashed on the floor, splashing her feet. Without thinking twice, and without caring either, she got under the water, closing her eyes as she felt her face being covered by the waterfall coming from the shower.

She took a deep breath, letting the air out slowly. Her mind was still a jumble of thoughts, which she tried to ignore, to think about anything else. But still, Camila was present in all of them.

"What the fuck am I going to do?"

-----

The first thing Camila did before opening her eyes was to bring both her hands to her face and press them against her eyelids. She sighed heavily, gaining courage to then open her eyes and get up from her bed. But the courage didn't come, she just remained there, lying on her not so small bed. Camila just wanted to spend the whole day there, in her safe-haven, in her little corner. Away from all the madness of the world outside, away from everything and everyone.

Especially from a certain green-eyed brunette.

Damn her, the Latina cussed her in thought. Camila couldn't understand the reason why she was feeling like that because of Lauren, it has always been just desire. Why did Lauren now simply torment everything in her life and not in the same fun way as before? It was really disturbing.

Camila wanted to feel angry at Lauren, but every time she tried to, she just felt a huge empty void.

"Yup, Camila..." She talked to herself, letting out a bitter laugh. She removed her hands from her face and opened her eyes, blinking a few times before focusing on the white ceiling above her. "You're fucked, so fucked." She concluded, and it was true. She knew that she was really in trouble, that there was no turning back. But she'd never admit to feeling anything more than a strong attraction for Lauren.

It wasn't worth it; that was what she was sure of, at least she thought she was.

I wanted to be fucked, but in another sense. It would be a lot better than this bottomless pit, The Latina couldn't help the mischievous thought. She shook her head to shoo away the images that appeared in her head. Camila pushed her blanket away, leaving her torso uncovered. The cold wind from the AC hit the Latina's body, making her shudder slightly. Not intimidated, she sat up on the bed, stretching. She groaned when she felt her bones pop and her tense muscles relax a little. She turned her neck to the left side, groaning as she felt much more relaxed; she repeated the same movement to the right side, feeling the same immediate relief.

She yawned quickly before pushing the rest of the blanket away to then jump out of bed. Camila walked to the switch near the bathroom door, which had four buttons. She pressed the second one and then the thick shutters of her glass windows opened. Sunshine invaded her bedroom, illuminating it completely. The Latina walked over to one of the windows to be able to contemplate a little of Culver City, she simply loved her city. A smile appeared on her lips, for some reason something about that view gave her the energy she needed to act. She felt energetic.

And she really needed energy because she knew that the day today would be full. The tv show was back to filming and she needed to be mentally ready to act with Lauren.

Camila hoped to have enough strength to put up with that unsettling brunette.

"I'm going to need patience to be able to put up with it all today." She grumbled to herself, walking towards the bathroom. "And sanity too." She completed before pulling her pajama shirt over her head, revealing her perky, medium-sized breasts.

[...]

Dinah was walking beside Camila, telling her about her weekly schedule. But the blonde was talking so much that the Latina could swear that she was telling her about her monthly schedule. Camila was even trying to follow everything that Dinah fired off at her, but her brain barely registered the words spoken by the beautiful tall woman.

The two of them walked through the corridors of the building where part of the Blowaster set was located. It was almost time for the first scene to be filmed. Luckily, in this first part she wouldn't act with Lauren, which was a relief for Camila. Even though it was a little weird... What?! No! It would be great not to have to face her.

That was what Camila preferred to believe and fool herself.

"Speaking of marketing campaigns for clothing lines." They entered the elevator that would take them to the fourth floor, where one of the sets in that building was set. "Do you know if Selena already chose her new advertising girl? She told me the other day that she'd choose this week." Camila tried not to show her – exaggerated – interest and huge curiosity.

The truth was that she had reasons for wanting to know that, because Selena always selected new models who had just stepped into the fashion world to be Dream Out Loud's advertising girl. And it was obvious that the Latina took advantage of it somehow, since most of the previous models went through her bed. Dinah turned her attention away from her phone, focusing her gaze on Camila's face, which had a fake angelic expression on it.

"The day isn't even halfway done and you're already thinking about models?"

"What's the problem? And is there a time to think about hot women? Every time is time to think about women." The Latina defended herself, causing Dinah to laugh.

The elevator reached its destination and the doors opened. The two of them stepped out and walked into the first room on the left, where some people were already getting everything ready for the scene's recording.

"You ain't shit, girl." Camila let out a laugh, as if she agreed. "I'm sorry to inform you, but this time the model isn't a newbie. In fact, you know her very well." Dinah stressed her last words, waggling her eyebrows in a suggestive way.

Camila was intrigued and stopped her with a hand on her forearm. Then she started searching in her mind for possible hypotheses.

"Barbara Palvin?" The Latina asked excitedly. Dinah shook her head, a mocking smile on her light pink painted lips. "Gisele Bündchen?"

"No. Dream a little lower, you wouldn't have a chance with Gisele anyways." Dinah laughed at Camila's frustrated attempts to guess who the model was, as she waved at Simon who was on the other side of the room talking to David and Lily. They were going to participate in this first scene and they were all filming together.

"Ugh! Who is it then, Janey-baby?" The blonde's gaze became sharp towards the Latina, who ignored her completely. Dinah simply hated when Camila called her that.

"Lauren Michelle Jauregui Morgado, you know her?" Dinah asked ironically and rhetorically, savoring Lauren's name in her mouth. She watched with a smile on her face the smile on the Latina's face die and her excited expression becoming closed and serious.

Camila swallowed hard. Was God punishing her? Was Lauren going to follow her everywhere?

"Oh for fuck's sake!" The Latina grumbled, moving away from Dinah in firm strides and walking towards Simon. She'd have a serious conversation with Selena later, she didn't like her choice at all.

Dinah remained standing there, watching the fast-moving Latina. The blonde shook her head, it seemed as if she had gone back in time, though she was sure that nothing was like before.

And here we go again, Dinah thought to herself, letting out a chuckle.

-----

"Are you really sure that this is the scene we're filming today?" Lauren asked nervously. Deep down she hoped it was a script mistake and that that scene would not be filmed today. But she had already read that scene a thousand times, she knew it was now. She just couldn't believe it.

"You know it is." Chris answered laughing. He sat down next to the brunette on the couch and pinched her nose, which caused her to close her eyes and laugh humorlessly. "I confess that I was waiting eagerly for this scene." He revealed, causing Lauren to turn her head quickly and look at the blond, who had a sly smile on his lips.

Lauren narrowed her eyes, studying him, trying to understand that mischievous expression and the weird glow in his eyes. Suddenly, realization hit her and a grimace appeared on her face.

"God! You're such a pervert, Evans." The brunette said, wrinkling her nose up. The blond raised both his hands up and laughed, amused with the grimace on Lauren's face.

"It's not my fault if you two are hot and together you have some kind of strong chemistry that draws everyone's attention." He brought both his hands to the back of his neck, leaning back against the couch and laying his head on the palms of his hands. "It will be very hot to watch. It's like a dream coming true."

"You... You fantasize about me and Camila having sex? I don't believe this." Lauren was incredulous. She tried to look indignant, though she found it kind of funny.

"Hey! Hey! I'm not the only one, okay?" He defended himself, a theatrical expression of innocence on his face. "It's one of the biggest fantasies of thousands of teenagers who are fans and viewers of Blowaster." He concluded his defense, smiling victoriously. Lauren rolled her eyes, a fake grimace of disgust on her face.

Oh if only they knew that the fantasies had become real..., Lauren couldn't help but think that, a shy smile appearing on her lips.

-----

Camila was restless, pacing back and forth with her hands in her hair. All she wanted was to simply be able to disappear and not film any scene, at least not today. And maybe never. Lily was watching her, sitting on the couch in the Latina's dressing room. The woman had lost count of how many times she had huffed and rolled her eyes while she watched her friend practically rip her hair out.

"If I didn't know it was impossible, I could swear that your little outburst over there is because you got someone pregnant." Lily commented with a laugh as she got up, drawing Camila's attention for a few seconds. "But since I know that your fingers aren't magical to the point of impregnating someone, I confess that I'm really curious to know the reason why you're almost ripping your hair out." She grabbed Camila's hands firmly, pulling them from the Latina's hair.

The Latina sighed, closing her eyes for a few seconds and pressing her lips together. She even thought about making up something, but her mind was too messy to create some lame excuse. And besides, she didn't feel comfortable lying to someone she liked so much.

"I don't want to film this scene with Lauren. I accept everything, except simulating sex with her." Camila confessed, firing off the words without a pause.

Lily pressed her thick eyebrows together, squinting her eyes. It was obvious that she knew, just like everyone else, that Lauren and Camila hated each other. But both women knew how to be professionals, they even accepted to kiss several times in the first season without any problems and until today they hadn't refused anything. Lily couldn't understand why the Latina was backing out now. It wasn't like Camila.

"You'll only simulate sex, it's not as if you're really having sex." The woman joked, letting out a loud laugh, and she expected to be accompanied by Camila, which didn't happen. Lily stopped laughing slowly, her expression changing from amused to startled. Her jaw dropped open and her eyes widened in disbelief. "Oh. My. God!" The woman took a step back, bringing her hands up to her mouth, covering her lips, in a quite surprised, almost horrified, expression. "You two, you...?" She murmured vaguely through her fingers without removing her hands from her mouth, leaving the question lingering in the air.

Camila scratched the back of her neck awkwardly, just nodding her head 'yes', unable to speak. Which was surprising, because on another occasion, another situation and if they weren't talking about a green-eyed brunette... Camila would now surely be bragging about all the amazing sex she had had with Lauren, but she didn't feel like talking about it. The mere thought of someone knowing what happened between them inside a room made her sick to her stomach. She really didn't want anyone to know.

"But it didn't work out." Camila sighed sadly, running a hand through her hair. "Can we just... ugh... Forget I ever said anything, okay?"

Lily straightened her posture, removing her hands from her mouth and taking over a serious posture. She was still surprised, but she noticed that Camila wasn't at ease with that subject and wasn't up to talk about it, so she'd respect her space. The woman cleared her throat, her mind still processing that information.

"So... uhm... Shall we go to the set? If we take too long, Simon will send his lap-dogs to fetch us." Lily referred to David and Chris, and Camila couldn't hold back her laughter. For the first time that day she was actually smiling, feeling her shoulders lighter.

That of course until she faced her reality...

Facing Lauren face to face.

-----

The brunette reread the script for the thousandth time, her hands were sweating. She was already all dressed up and with her lines on the tip of her tongue. She just needed to feel ready now. She was grateful for Camila's absence so far. Did she back out? Was she feeling as nervous as she was? It wasn't as if they'd never done that, on and off scene, but the situation between them was too delicate.

But unfortunately – or fortunately – the Latina walked into the set, smiling with Lily at her side. She doesn't look not even a little nervous, Lauren thought, and for some reason she felt sad. It was as if to Camila nothing of what they had experienced together, had been as intense as it was for her... And it wasn't. Lauren was sure it wasn't.

And that sucked because it hurt.

"Finally!" Simon grumbled when he finally saw Camila show up on set. The Latina shrugged, knowing she'd be scolded. The gray-haired man ran his hands down his face, taking a deep breath as to not explode. "Let's start scene 6 already. We've already wasted enough time." He glared at Camila and then turned towards his chair. The Latina sighed with relief, at least she wouldn't be scolded, for now. "Everyone, take your places!" Simon ordered, and everybody there quickly moved to their correct position. Camila walked hesitantly towards the bed, where Lauren was sitting – Indian style – waiting for her. "Are you two ready?" They both nodded their heads. Lauren felt a huge urge to scream that she wasn't, she wasn't ready; barely did she know that Camila had thought the same thing. "Quiet on the set! And... Action!"

*ACTION!*

Karma smiled awkwardly as she looked at Amy, who wouldn't look away from the other girl not even for a second. The brunette lowered her face, avoiding the direct eye contact with the older girl. Amy let out a chuckle, finding cute the way Karma was behaving.

"If I hadn't experienced it, I'd say that you're not the same girl who attacked me in the locker room earlier today." Karma's cheeks blushed violently, the memories of what had happened earlier still fresh on her mind. She couldn't explain why she had grabbed Amy, she simply had to do it. "I liked that bold Karma, you know? She knows just how to handle me and touch me, and she has a strength that was unknown to me until now."

The brunette looked up with her eyebrows pressed together, her eyes glowing in an intense way which Amy identified as concern and apprehension.

"Did I hurt you?" Her voice barely came out, she cleared her throat, moving on the mattress until she was face to face with Amy. "You know... when I pushed you against the lockers." Karma completed awkwardly as she remembered the not so delicate way she had pushed Amy against the lockers of the locker room. She just couldn't control herself when she saw the Latina in those short shorts of the volleyball uniform, it was too much for her sanity.

"If that's hurting, I can't wait to see how it will be softly." Gallant, as only Amy knew how to be.

Karma always felt intimidated by Amy because of her immense charm. The brunette swallowed hard, her shirt seeming a thousand times hotter. Amy smiled, sneakily inching closer, like a snake. Karma's heart leapt in her chest, warning her of the imminent danger that was the Latina.

"A-amy." Karma's voice failed miserably. Amy studied the brunette's features, searching for something that indicated fear, but all she found was desire. The good old desire. "I-I need you."

Amy raised both her eyebrows, tilting her neck to the side and staring at the brunette in surprise. You didn't need to be an expert to know what that 'I need you' was all about, and Amy knew that very well, so much so that she swallowed hard the saliva accumulated in her mouth. Her eyes didn't look away from Karma not even for a second, the brunette seemed really determined, although a trace of insecurity was clear on her face. Her green eyes sparkled with desire and anticipation.

"Are you sure?" Amy asked slowly, she wanted Karma to think about that and to think hard.

The Latina didn't want to force her into anything, she could keep on waiting to have the brunette for the first time. Karma sighed, she ran a hand through her hair and nodded her head. Amy smiled, her heart racing in her chest. Her girl trusted her, she wanted to surrender herself to her.

That thought made her inch closer, lying carefully over Karma, staying between her legs. The brunette smiled, she felt the soft mattress against her back, her hair scattered on the pillow. Amy looked at her, not believing that that beautiful girl was hers, and more, that she was about to surrender herself to her completely, giving her something so important.

"Are you really sure?" Amy asked again, her last shred of sanity warning her that she should make sure.

There's no way to be less cliché than that, not if the person cares. It's impossible to take this step without making sure that the other person is really ready. Because although some treated virginity as something trivial nowadays, for Amy it continued to be something very important. And she liked to respect that.

Karma smiled again, but now, her smile was confident. She wanted to convey determination and certainty to Amy. She grabbed the back of the Latina's neck and pulled her down, gluing their lips in a slow kiss, just lips with lips. Then, she gave a little bite on Amy's lower lip, sucking it into her mouth and caressing the soft skin with the tip of her tongue. Amy gasped, she surely loved when Karma did that.

"Make me yours, baby." Karma asked, murmuring against Amy's lips.

That sentence echoed in Camila's mind... Her eyes clouded.

*CUT!*

"Cut!" Simon ordered, yanking his headphones out angrily. He ran his hands down his face, he was impatient. "Camila, what's wrong? Why did you go mute?"

The Latina jumped off the bed suddenly, leaving Lauren lying there without understanding anything. Camila was shaking her head and whispering unintelligible things. Everyone present there was watching her without understanding what had happened.

"Nothing, there's nothing wrong. I just got distracted." The Latina pulled herself together quickly, returning to reality. "Let's do it again... I'm ready."

"Are you sure? You can go have a glass of water if you're not feeling 100% fine." Luke, one of the directors, said with a friendly smile. He was more patient than Simon.

Camila smiled gratefully at the redhead, but shook her head. "I'm fine, let's do it again."

"Okay... Everyone, take your positions. Let's start from the part where Karma asks Amy to make her hers."

Camila swallowed hard before kneeling on the bed. Lauren couldn't take her eyes off the Latina, there was something wrong, she knew it, she had spent enough time with Camila to learn a little about her. They both lay on the bed, going back to the previous position. Camila avoided at all costs to make eye contact with Lauren, and that was intriguing the brunette, who was feeling tempted to ask what was wrong.

"And... Action!"

They repeated that same scene at least four times, on the fifth, Camila lost her temper and left the set, ignoring everyone calling her name. The other actors, Simon, Lauren, everyone present there just stood static without understanding anything.

"Can someone explain to me what the fuck was that?" No one answered right away – a stressed Simon could be quite scary – even because no one would know how to answer that.

"I'm going to go talk to her." Everyone looked at Lauren when she said that, in surprise.

No one thought that out of everyone present there, she would be the one to step forward and go talk to Camila and find out what happened.

Ignoring the incredulous looks, the brunette left the set, walking confidently and with her head held high. But all her determination disappeared once she was away from everyone, she knew that now she'd face Camila, and she had no idea how that would go. Her hands were sweating, she felt her heart thud violently in her chest.

What if she doesn't want to talk to me?, the simple thought of Camila being rude and ignoring her hurt. She simply couldn't help it. It was stronger than Lauren, lately everything about Camila affected her.

Determined, she kept walking down the long corridor, looking for Camila; her mind creating hypotheses of possible places where she might be in, until she saw her. Standing still, on the other side of a waiting room, in front of a glass window, looking out over the city. Lauren couldn't identify what Camila's body language was saying. The Latina's back rose and fell in a uncontrolled rhythm, and Lauren recognized that as nervousness. Or the Latina was having a panic attack.

"Are you okay? Did something happen?" Lauren's voice almost trembled, and she thanked God for not sounding so nervous.

Camila's body stiffened upon hearing that damn hoarse voice, her breathing faltered and her eyes opened, her heart jolted in her chest. That could only be some kind of joke, of all the people present on set, precisely the one she wasn't in the mood to face at all was the one who came after her.

God, please stop screwing with me. You've already fucked me enough as it is!, The Latina sneered in thought. Her hands balled into fists, and she felt her tongue itching to cuss the brunette.

"That doesn't concern you!" Camila said through clenched teeth.

Lauren's body stiffened, her nostrils inflated, letting out the air from her lungs noisily. Camila really wasn't easy to deal with, that arrogant way of hers could set anyone off. Sometimes the brunette felt like slapping her because of her rudeness.

"If it didn't concern me, I wouldn't be asking." You stupid, Lauren completed in thought. Camila clenched her jaw, feeling the urge to turn around and advance towards Lauren. "I only asked you a question, is it that difficult to answer?" Her voice sounded a little louder than she wanted, and she cussed herself for it. She didn't want to start any kind of conflict with Camila now, but it was basically impossible to talk to her for more than five minutes without losing patience.

"You can go back there and tell Simon that I don't need no watchdog keeping an eye on me." Camila looked over her shoulder, glaring at Lauren. The brunette shuddered under the Latina's icy glare. "Keep your false concern for someone who believes it, I don't fall for that bullshit."

Now it was Lauren's turn to clench her jaw, feeling her body trembling with anger. She felt the urge to close the space between them and push the Latina against the wall and fill that perfect face with slaps. Ugh! Why does she have to be so stupid? Lauren took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Her hands were balled into fists at her side, her nostrils still inflated and her eyes shooting daggers at Camila. But she wouldn't scream, wouldn't lose her temper again. Arguments with Camila were quite exhausting.

"No one sent me here, I came because I knew something was wrong." Because I wanted to. Lauren took a deep breath, wetting her dry lips with the tip of her tongue. "You've never had to repeat the same scene so many times in a row. I thought that maybe something had hap-"

Camila threw her head back, laughing out loud, ironically of course. Was she really hearing that?

The Latina spun on her heels, a mocking smile on her lips. She looked at Lauren up and down. She shook her head, biting the right corner of her bottom lip. It was unbelievable how that woman could be so bipolar like that.

"Wow... I have to congratulate you, you know? You're really good at what you do. Being an actress is really in your blood." The Latina clapped her hands slowly, mockingly. "I almost believed that you were really worried, almost. An outsider would even say that you care about me."

"But I do care!" Lauren exclaimed; not being able to stay silent while Camila spat those words with such venom and mockery. On any other occasion, she'd have avoided saying that out loud, but she couldn't help it.

"You care? YOU care?!" Camila took two steps towards the brunette, who took two steps back. Camila's eyes had a psychotic glow that Lauren had never seen before, not even when they were in bed doing crazy things. The Latina approached the brunette, standing a few centimeters away from her. "You care about me? It's not what it looks like when you spit profanities at me and act the same way, in an even worse way. I've changed a lot for you and all I have received from you is crumbs, I know that this is just sex, but you can make me feel like crap, like I'm worthless. You really care about me, Lauren? Then why do you treat me like an object?" Camila demanded an answer, her breathing completely altered.

Their chests were rising and falling fast, accompanying their uncontrolled breaths. Lauren's eyes widened in alarm. She opened and closed her mouth several times in search of something to say to the Latina, but pressed her lips together when she realized that she had no arguments to rebut that. Camila sighed, she straightened her posture and flashed an ironic smile, and casting one last cold glance at Lauren, she simply moved away from the brunette and headed for the door.

The Latina was one step away from the door, but a soft hand on her wrist stopped her, preventing her from leaving completely. Camila stopped dead in her tracks, looking over her shoulder and coming across Lauren. The brunette had a lost look, mingling with a sad and pleading one.

"Let go of me!" Camila ordered, almost growling with rage.

Lauren lowered her head, closing her eyes to prevent her tears from rolling down her cheeks.

"I can't." The brunette's voice was nothing but a whisper, and if the Latina wasn't so close, she probably wouldn't have heard it.

Camila frowned, confused. With a not so gentle tug, she released her wrist from Lauren's hand and turned around to fully face the brunette, looking for some explanation.

"Why?" It was the only thing that Camila could ask. Lauren remained quiet, and the Latina bit her own tongue so she wouldn't scream and demand a plausible explanation. "Why can't you let go of me, Lauren? Why?"

Camila expected to hear any answer, anything at all, even that Lauren missed her on her bed. But what the brunette said, had never crossed her mind. Nothing in the world had prepared Camila for what she heard next:

"Because I'm completely in love with you, you stupid!" The brunette shouted, leaving Camila static.

Lauren was in love with her? How the hell did that happen?