"Hey, you two!" Zoe came down the stairs in her clothes from earlier but this time with her hair and makeup done.

"Hey, what time are you leaving?" Camila sat on the kitchen table, acting like everything that just happened, didn't.

"Twenty minutes." She squeaked excitedly. "What are you guys doing for dinner? I can leave you money if you wanna order in or there's stuff to cook-"

"I'm not hungry yet, maybe we'll just make something later."

"Okay, well I'm going to go and put my dress on." She left, going back upstairs. I sighed, expecting the same reaction from Camila but she didn't break her cover.

She slipped off the table, strolling over to open the cupboard of glasses. "Do you want a drink?"

"Im alright... thanks."

"Ok." She filled a glass with water, taking a sip from it. "Wanna watch a movie or something?"

"Camila-"

She cut me off by pressing a finger to her lip. "There's this new one on Netflix, it came out today..."

She pulled out her phone, opening the notes app and typing into it.

She's at the top of the stairs still.

"Sure, what's it about?"

I followed her into the sitting room, closing the door behind us.

"Promise you'll explain everything to her tomorrow?"

"Only if you stop talking about it." She practically whispered through her teeth, turning on the tv and clicking on the first thing that popped up.

Not knowing what went down it's what's getting on my nerves. I don't know if he touched her, I don't if she rejected him, I don't know. All I know is that she's not okay, and soon enough she's going to crack.

We sat in silence for fifteen minutes, watching friends, until we heard the doorbell. Camila jumped off the sofa and out of the room, shouting "Coming!" when she made it to the hallway. I followed behind, watching from a far.

Camila opened the door for Spencer, starting a casual conversation.

"She's just grabbing her stuff, I'm sure she's coming now..."

Zoe tip-toed downstairs in an emerald green dress, looking more than happy. I understand why Camila didn't want to tell her. She's so selfless like that. Zoe's going to kill her for not telling her straight away.

"You look lovely, Zoe." I told her as she gave us a hug goodbye.

"Thanks for coming over." She whispered, patting my back, "tell her, please."

"Have a good night."

Camila and Zoe hugged, and I casually said "hi" to Spencer, before they made their way towards his glossy car.

Camila gave her another wave before closing the door. Her hand stayed pressed against it, like she was taking a breath. I don't know how to comfort her. I don't know what to say or do to make things okay.

I stepped behind her, wrapping my arms over her shoulders and around her body.

"It's okay, she's gone. It's only me."

She turned around with tears in her eyes and a shaky breath. "I'm sorry."

I hugged her again, placing my hand on the back of her head to hold her against my chest. Her small hands gripped my back while she sobbed into my body.

"Don't apologise, this isn't your fault."

"I should've listened to you-"

"We both know you're too stubborn for that." I smiled, trying to make light of things. "I'm the one who's sorry."

We stayed in a silent embrace, not knowing what to say to each other. I rested my chin on her head, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"You want to know what happened." She pulled away, wiping her face with her hands and giggling at the wet patch on my shirt. "Sorry."

"Don't worry."

"Can I put on something comfier first?"

"Yeah, take your time."

She disappeared upstairs and I sat at the table waiting. I tapped my fingers and reread Zoe's home-y signs with random quotes that hung in the room around me, but nothing passed the time.

It must have been at least five if not ten minutes before I realised I should check on her. I slowly went upstairs, knocking on her bedroom door and waiting a few seconds before turning the handle, revealing an empty room.

"Cam?"

I peaked my head in Zoe's room before going to their bathroom. I listened in, hoping to hear running water of a shower and not her crying, but it wasn't sobs that I heard.

They were moans.

My chest tightened, and I found myself imagining what's going on on the other side of the door. What is she doing? Is she in pain or is it pleasure? After what just happened?

I could hear the water hitting off the shower floor, with Camila's angelic gasps in between, answering my questions. Pleasure.

My dick began to strain against my trousers, and I couldn't help but picture her. Her slender fingers pumping in and out of her body while the water dripped down her breasts.

"Ah..." she panted louder, and I placed my back to the wall beside the door, closing my eyes while she clouded my mind, so much that I imagined her saying my name. "Theo..."

I had to bite my lip and stop myself from reaching into my trousers. I pictured her glowing hazel eyes staring at me while her liquids oozed over her fingers, out of her body. Her voice moaned my name while she played with her breasts...

The water stopped, apart from a few quiet drips.

My fist tapped against the closed door three times. "Camila?"

I opened the door, catching eyes with the back of her naked body. Fuck. That really didn't help with the bulge in my pants.

"Sorry." I turned away, closing my eyes but still seeing images of her figure.

"It's okay."

"I was just- I didn't know what you were doing so..."

"You can look." She giggled. I turned back to see her wrapped in a towel, brushing her hair through in the mirror. "I just needed to get him out of my system."

I leant on the door frame, laughing at the way she quoted me, understanding what she just did. Did she think of me?

"And did you?"

"Almost."

I stood watching her squeeze her hair with a towel, occasionally glancing at me with a smirk. "Am I on suicide watch or...?"

"No- sorry. I'll let you finish. Should I make food?"

"Yeah, if you don't mind."

"Sure." I closed the door behind me, not wanting to leave.

*

I cooked pasta while making a sauce with whatever I could find on their shelves. I calmed myself down and cleared my mind, focusing on cooking instead of anything else. I'm still worried, and I want to go and beat the shit out of Matt and Joey.

I served two dishes, shouting her name while I got cutlery.

"Coming." She slipped down the stairs in a large t-shirt and shorts, with her hair wrapped in a bun. "Thank you."

"No problem."

"I still have some of your clothes I stole if you want to get changed? They're clean." She added, sitting down at the table with me.

"Yeah, thanks."

We didn't speak while we ate. I'm not sure if she is going to open up about it or not, but I don't want to rush her.

"Who told you?" She asked, not looking at my face. "-About Matt."

"I saw a notification on Joey's phone."

"What did it say?"

"Cam-"

"Theo." She looked at me with a tired, blank look in her eyes.

"He texted Joey to say he was taking you to his place, and joked about giving Joey his venmo. He had a video too, of when he kissed you, and Joey gave him twenty bucks for it."

"Twenty bucks? That's all my virginity was worth?"

My heart dropped to my stomach, "Camila, did he-"

"No, no. He didn't. I just meant if he did..."

"Oh." I sighed in relief.

She took her empty plate and placed it in the dishwasher, so I did the same, making sure to keep an eye on her to try and read her better.

I followed her upstairs, and into her bedroom. She went straight to her bed, picking up a pillow and hugging it over her stomach. I lay beside her, unsure if we're going to have a deep conversation or watch a cartoon movie.

"We left school early because we were skipping class anyways, so we may as well have done something worth while."

She lay down next to me, and I put a hand on her thigh in an attempt comfort her, but it only made her flinch. "Sorry."

"No, its fine." She moved my hand back, keeping hers on top of it. I felt physically sick to my stomach, wondering what the hell Matt did. "He took me to the coffee shop, the same one we've gone to a few times..."