Camila's POV

My name's Camila, Camila Cabello. I'm seventeen this year and I study at Thatcher High School. It's been two years since I started school in this horrible place which I reluctantly have to call 'home' too.

I have a high school life which everyone would kill to have; Head Cheerleader, popularity, friends and boys whom I have wrapped around my finger. Last but not least, Harry - an undeniably idiotic jerk as my boyfriend.

I don't understand what girls, or even some guys see in him. He's just a dumb ass with grades that will get him no where, though I have to say he's pretty cute.

"Hey babe." I heard a familiar voice say before feeling a pair of arms wrap themselves around my waist.

"Hi." I greeted back, totally uninterested with whatever he's going to say.

I untangle his arms from me and opened my locker to retrieve my books for the day.

"How about a little something something later during lunch? Janitor's closet?" He asked with his annoying half smile that he always does, his arm snaked around my shoulders. To be honest, it's getting on my nerves.

"How about..." I replied closing my locker, "no?"

I added a fake apologetic smile and turned to walk away, leaving him standing there embarrassed from my rejection.

"Maybe next time I guess." He muttered under his breath just loud enough for me to hear. I shrugged and continued on my way to class.

The bell rang and I'm barely anywhere near my classroom, I strutted down the empty hallways and entered the classroom, gaining stares from people.

"It's been the third time you've been late for class Miss Cabello." The teacher admonished, "As punishment, you will show Lauren around school and you'll tutor her for the work she missed out for the past few weeks. She just moved over from Miami."

Lauren? Who's that?

I looked over to the right and saw a girl with dark brown locks standing there smirking, seemingly happy about the punishment I'm given. She looks like someone who can climb up the social ladder fast and pull me down after. With her looks and body, she'll have boys and probably girls, swarming around her in a matter of seconds.

"Not happening." I shook my head as I pointed at Lauren and then at me.

"I don't think you have a choice here Cabello. If I find her alone at any time this week, you'll be sweeping the cafeteria for two weeks, you hear me?"

"Okay. Whatever." I unwillingly agreed and took my seat at the end of the classroom.

"Lauren, you can sit beside Camila." Mr Johnson stated, pointing to the seat next to me.

This is great, just great.

She walked over to me, her gaze never leaving me and it gave me goosebumps.

Why is she staring a me like that?

"Lauren Jauregui." She introduced extending her hand and gave me a warm smile.

This must be a trick of hers to become best friends with me and later ditch me after she becomes popular, I shall play along.

"Camila Cabello." I responded with my warmest smile and shook her hand, I quickly retracted my hand when I felt how warm, or rather hot her hand feels.

"Take a seat."

I pulled out a chair for her and she mumbled a quiet thanks.

So where do we go for the extra tutoring?" She asked casually mid way through class.

"Where do you want to go?"

"How about your house?" She winked and smiled.

Wait, did she just wink at me?

I nodded my head and pretended that I'm listening to the teacher. I could feel that she's staring at me and it was getting very awkward for me .

What's up with her? Hold up, is she gay?

Shaking that thought off, I wrote down my address and number for Lauren, still creeped out by her and her actions. I'll have to change my number after the week is over.

Lauren's POV

I stood at the front of the class while the teacher introduced me to the class.

"This is Lauren. She's new here. Please do not play a prank on her like you did to the other transfer kid." He warned with a stern face.

All the students had their eyes locked on me until someone else entered the room. The moment I saw her, I was swept off my feet. She has lightly curled hair, big brown eyes and a cute nose. She has perfect tan skin and a small frame.

"It's been the third time you've been late for class Miss Cabello. As punishment, you will show Lauren around school and you'll tutor her for the work she missed out for the past few weeks. She just moved over from Miami."

"Not happening."

Her voice, it's just so... How do I put this? Sexy? Husky? Sexily husky!

I smirked at that thought and she has a face of irritation, "Okay. Whatever."

"Lauren you can sit beside Camila."

Camila. A beautiful name, just like her.

I didn't realize that I was staring at her the whole time I was walking to my seat until I arrived.

"Lauren Jauregui." I reached out to shake her hand and she took it with a warm smile, quickly taking back her hand after touching my hand.

Shit. She must have noticed how feverish my hand is.

"Camila Cabello. Take a seat." She muttered and pulled out a chair for me.

"Thanks." I kept my cool and tried to relax.

Time passed really fast and I find myself staring at Camila constantly. I can't take my eyes off her for even a second.

So where do we go for the extra tutoring?" I asked.

"Where do you want to go?" She questioned, her eyes fixed on the teacher.

"Your house?" I suggested and winked at her.

I was hoping that she would agree so that I can get her address and phone number. She nodded and wrote down her address on a piece of paper along with her number.

A/N: Hey guys! I'm back with a new story ;) Do review and suggest any ideas you have. Thanks for reading :D