It had been a week since Camila Cabello had accepted to tutor Y/n Y/ln. Despite her bad girl attitude, she actually did care about going to university and had to get her grades up.
So she had asked the school nerd to help her.
And surprisingly, they got on really well. She didn't laugh at all of Y/n's jokes, which was weird, because she's clearly hilarious. But other than that she was nice. And Y/n had to admit she wasn't that displeasing to the eye.
Her hair was light brown and fell in messy curls that framed her face perfectly. And her eyes were the most amazing shade of brown.
To be honest, Y/n was surprised she wasn't part of the popular clique. She definitely had the looks for it. The few times Y/n had come over to her house a bit late and she was already in her pajamas, Y/n had to keep herself from checking her out to obviously.
She had the habit of wearing really short shorts and a tank top and damn was she hot.
They didn't talk outside of their tutoring sessions.
They never talked before and some tutoring sessions weren't going to change that. Besides, Y/n didn't want to risk her social status for some nerd.
But somehow Y/n had started wishing they did talk. She had caught herself waiting impatiently for their next meeting several times and wasn't sure what to think.
Y/n Y/ln never had to deal with feelings. Sure, she had enjoyed being with Lauren, but they had dated only because they were both attractive and popular.
Besides, Y/n wasn't sure you could call have sex dating. When she had discovered that Lauren was cheating on her, Y/n's ego was shattered, but not her heart.
Despite her experience with girls and his long list of conquests, she didn't know what feelings really were.
After days of thinking about what it all meant, Y/n concluded that she was simply attracted to Camila.
And to stop thinking about her, she would just have to seduce her.
From then on, nothing could stop Y/n: she had decided to get the girl. Y/n usually got what she wanted, but after a week of seductive smirks and winks and suggestive jokes, Camila still hadn't fallen for her.
And that, she wasn't used to. She had used the same technique on lots of girls and it had always worked, her good looks allowing her to say practically anything.
But it didn't work with Camila. And for some reason, she didn't want to move on. She told herself it was because Y/n Y/ln didn't surrender, but she was starting to wonder if there wasn't something different about that girl.
The next day, she walked towards the chemistry classroom, smiling at the anticipation of seeing her.
However, she wasn't there. Y/n knew something was wrong. Camila was always early, in every class. Y/n tried to think of something else but she just couldn't.
She pretended to focus on what Dinah was telling her but her gaze kept falling back on the empty chair in front of her.
As the clock started to near 9 o'clock, she was doing her best not to panic. She knew she was overreacting.
Maybe Camila was late, maybe she got into some traffic jam.
Despite her completely plausible assumptions, she had gotten used to seeing her cascading curls right in front of her every Monday morning, and not seeing her light brown hair almost pained her.
It only got worse when the class started and Y/n realized she wouldn't be coming.
Was she sick? Y/n shook her head and tried to think about something else.
