Lauren's POV

There she is again, sitting alone under the tree by the lake. She always have a look of dismal on her face as she picks at the grass, throwing a pebble into the lake when she finds one.

I would always sit at a nearby bench and watch her everyday before school starts; She's always there by sunrise throwing pebbles into the lake. I know this sounds creepy but I find her intriguing.

Her name's Camila. Camila Cabello.

She's a senior in McKinley High like me, just not as popular I am. Thank God I'm in the Cheerios so no one bullies me but she's constantly being bullied in school by the football players or the Cheerios for wearing torn and worn out clothes.

I don't understand why people would want to bully a girl like her. I mean, she's beautiful inside and out.

Flashback

"What the hell is a Holocaust?" I groaned in frustration.

I flipped through my history text book and almost tore a page when I couldn't find the answer.

I could feel the person sitting across staring at me. I'm used to getting stares from students but I still feel that stare lingering on me after a long while.

"What do you want?" I hissed as I lifted my head, only to be met by shining brown eyes and beautiful tan skin.

She looks frightened by my sudden outburst and I felt guilty instantly.

"I.. I just thought that I could help you out with that question." She muttered, pointing towards my homework.

"Oh. Sorry for being rude. I was just frustrated with my homework." I said with an apologetic smile.

"Mind if you let me explain it to you?"

"Sure." I replied giving her my question paper.

She patiently explained the answer to the question and I couldn't be more thankful for someone to help me.

"I'm Lauren Jauregui." I said extending my hand out to her.

"Camila. Camila Cabello." She introduced shaking my hand.

"Thanks for your help Camila."

"Your welcome. If you need help with any other questions, feel free to ask."

End of Flashback

Ever since that day, her big brown eyes stayed etched to my mind and no matter what I do, I just couldn't take her eyes off my mind.

It was the last period of the day, I was walking down the halls when I saw Finn holding a slushie walking towards Camila.

I heard a splash and I saw Camila soaked in blue slushie standing in front of me.

"What was that for Frankenteen?" I shouted at Finn and ran towards her, "Don't open your eyes Camila. It'll sting, let me help you to the toilet."

"They made me do it. I'm sorry." Finn apologized but I walked past him without even looking at him.

"Stay here." I took out the spare towel I keep in my bag and wiped the slushie off Camila's face.

"Why are you so nice to me?" She asked, clearly scared that this is just another prank that I'm playing on her.

"Cause you helped me the other time. I'm just returning a favor."

"Lauren?" She questioned, slowly opening her eyes.

"Hi." I said awkwardly, washing the towel in the sink.

"Hey. And thanks."

"Do you have a spare t-shirt?"

"Apparently not." She looked at her shirt that's now stained blue and tears whelmed up in her eyes.

Oh my god. Please don't cry.

I was never good at consoling people, don't even bother talking about consoling a crying Camila.

"My mom is going to kill me." Her voice cracked and I know she'll start crying soon.

"She's not, trust me."

"You don't understand." She whimpered, clutching on to her shirt so tightly her knuckles are turning white.

"You know what? Come with me to my house, I'll lend you my clothes." I offered grabbing my bad from the floor.

"What about school?"

"Don't worry about that, it's already the last period anyway." I assured.

I drove us back to my house and led her to my room.

"There are towels in the bathroom, you can take a shower inside."

Camila nodded her head and left her old and worn bag on the floor before heading into the bathroom. Her bag looks like it's going to fall apart soon so I figured that I could give her one of my bags. I was fumbling through my cupboard when I heard Camila call out for me.

"Lauren?"

"I'm here! What is it?"

"Which clothes am I allowed to wear?"

"Choose anything that you like!" I answered, head still inside the cupboard.

"Where do you keep your long sleeves?"

"Bottom drawer."

Weird. I thought.

Why does she always wear long sleeves?

Camila soon walked out of the bathroom in my jeans and a checkered sleeved shirt. "I'll wash them and return it to you."

"It's okay. You can keep them. Here, you can use this bag for the time being, yours looks like it's going to fall to pieces."

Camila was looking at me with a smile and that made me smile; I've never seen her smile so brightly before.

"Thanks. For everything." She said politely before grabbing her clothes and her bag and walked towards the door.

"Camila, wait."

A/N: So, I suddenly had this idea of writing a Camren Fanfic based on a Glee setting. Do tell me what you think and review or favorite ;) The chapters in this story are pretty short