Wrong Taxi Number (camren)

Chapter 20

Lauren laughed then reached her hand over, grabbing the phone, answering it.

Before she could even say a hello, the person on the other line spoke up.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Camila? How are we supposed to do this publicity stunt if they have pictures of you and Lauren all mushy together and kissing? Are you out of your mind?!" Roger exclaimed.

Camila looked over at Lauren once a red light came, amused at how Lauren's facial expression looked like.

"Are you out of your fucking mind? Camila and I are happy, mind your own fucking business. Or better yet? Get a relationship so you can stop interfering with mine and Camila's!" Lauren exclaimed, furiously.

"Who is this?"

"Lauren Jauregui, herself."

"Why are you speaking for Camila?"

"I'm not speaking for anyone. I'm speaking for mostly, myself. Plus, God, you've been getting so annoying, Roger." Lauren sighed into the phone.

Camila's eyes widened and she looked over as her heart pounded with a mix of fear and anxiety.

"Where's Camila? Does she think she can have you talk to me like this? I made her!" Roger retorted. Lauren simply chuckled.

"Made her? Camila isn't an object, she made her own name for herself. You were like...a supporting factor in this. Don't you dare say you made her. She's one of a kind. She's Camila." Lauren smiled at the brown-eyed girl.

"Anyway, we gotta go. She'll catch ya later, idiot." Lauren simply concluded the call.

"Wait, don't hang--"

"Oops, my thumb is suddenly ending the call!" Lauren exclaimed before hanging up.

The two were currently in front of Camila's house, parked in the big driveway.

Lauren looked over at Camila, not knowing what her reaction could be at the moment. Her face wasn't expressing any type of emotion.

"Camz?" Lauren leaned in towards Camila. Camila stayed quiet and looked down.

"If it's about the call, I'm sorry. I had an overwhelming feeling to stand up for you. He was talking to you like that- and I don't know. He shouldn't be able to. You shouldn't give him that type of manipulative power." Lauren tried to explain herself, scared that Camila was mad about how Lauren talked to her manager.

Camila leaned over and suddenly attacked Lauren's lips- a bit too roughly.

Lauren was completely taken aback by this gesture but caught up with her and kissed her back, one hand on her cheek and the other resting on the side of Camila's neck.

Camila went over the console and straddled Lauren's thighs. Lauren pulled away and settled her hands on Camila's thighs.

"Talk to me, princess." Lauren whispered, grazing her fingers slowly on Camila's thighs.

"Thank you," Camila finally mustered up, "-for doing that. For standing up for me. You don't know how long I've waited for someone to do that." Camila smiled down at the older girl.