Lauren turns the page to her book and sighs. She's not even reading, she's just letting her eyes skim the pages as a way to pass the time, because for some reason she's extremely bored. She's finished all her homework, she completed all the extra credit assignments, and now all she can do is lay here. And it hurts, because now she's free to think, and all she can think about is Camila, and now she's sad. The green eyed girl closes the book and sits up on her bed, running a hand through her jet black hair. She fluffs it up a bit before sliding off the pink covers, pushing her feet into her bunny slippers and shuffling over to the other side of the room.

"Normani...Mani...wake up." Lauren says, placing her hand on the sleeping girl and shaking her.

She slowly turns and glares at Lauren, lips pulling into a frown.

"What's wrong?"

Lauren shuffles a second before answering, wondering if she should really be considering this.

"Can we go out tonight? Like, to a party?" She asks.

Normani quirks an eyebrow.

"Very funny. May I go back to sleep now?"

"I wasn't joking." Lauren places both hands on her hips and huffs, while Normani just looks the girl up and down, snorting at the fact that she's wearing a pink onsie, and she's really asking to party.

"I mean...sure. I guess. Just let me get ready and I'll find one. Are you looking to get fucked up, laid, or both?" She asks, getting up and standing, adjusting her crop top with a smile.

"Both."

Normani reaches over and ruffles her friend's hair.

"That's my girl."

Lauren taps on her thigh twice and pulls her jeans up a little, eyes glancing around the room. She's just watching the action, nursing her fourth coke and rum, and her limbs feel heavy, considering the fact that she doesn't drink very often. She wasn't lying when she said she wanted to get laid. She needs something to take her mind off brown hair and brown eyes, and if she has to fuck someone to achieve that, then she's totally willing.

Especially because she's planning on getting wasted.

"So you dragged me here just to sit and drink? We could've done that at the dorm." Normani says, and Lauren smirks.

"That's not what I'm doing. I'm surveying." She taps her head.

"Surveying for what? A study buddy? Get your fat ass out there and grind on someone."

"Disgusting."

"That's how you get ladies. Trust me." Normani flips her hair behind her shoulder.

"Is that why you never bring anyone home?" Lauren teases, taking a gulp of her drink, and it's rudely interrupted by her friend punching her arm, and her cup leaves her hand, the contents landing on a tight blue dress.

"Oh my God, I'm so-"

Camila smiles and wipes a hand along the wet spot.

"It's no problem. Wanna help me change?"

Lauren's jaw drops, and Normani steps up to the situation, jaw tight.

"What the fuck are you doing here, slut?" She hisses, and Camila only laughs.

"Says the one who begged my best friend to fuck them." Camila waves her off with a twist of her wrist, "Anyways, Lauren, back to the situation at hand. Since you got me wet, it's your responsibility to help me."

A small hand tangles itself in Lauren's, and she's being tugged upstairs, so drunk that her apology is still stuck in her throat. She's stumbling, and there's another hand, slipping around her waist to keep her upright.

"So how'd you end up here, baby?" Camila asks, voice raspy and words quieter than usual.

"Uh...I'm sorry. For getting your dress dirty." Lauren mumbles, eyes wide when they drag down her body, hugged by the clothing and making everything pop out just right.

She extends a hand and places her palm on Camila's ass, giggling when they go up a step and it jiggles.

"You're so drunk. This should be fun."

Lauren feels a lot more drunk than she was before Camila got here.

"What should be fun?" Lauren asks, and she almost falls when they enter a room and her shoe clips against the change from hardwood to carpet.

Camila steadies her.

"You'll see."

All of a sudden there's the click of a lock and she's being laid down on a bed, a weight pressing against her waist.

"What are-"

Camila kisses Lauren to shut her up, tongue quickly prying the girl's lips apart, sliding inside and drawing shapes on the ridged roof of her mouth. Lauren groans, and she's about to touch Camila when she realizes why she was crying earlier, why she was sad, why she wanted to come to a party in the first place.

"Stop." She says, pushing Camila off her and sitting up, wiping the imaginary dirt off her legs.

"Why?" Camila asks.

Lauren shakes her head and sucks in a deep breath, eyebrows furrowing, because she suddenly can't remember why, yet she knows she can't do this with Camila.

"No. I don't want this."

"Yes, you do. It's obvious that you came here for me." Camila points out, crossing her arms over her chest subconsciously.

Lauren stands, and she's face to face with the smaller girl, tilting her head slightly down to meet her eyes. They're brown, and everything in her body is telling her that this is bad, it'll only lead to bad things.

"I didn't. You're cute and all but I don't...I don't want to have sex with you. I don't want to kiss you, and I don't you to take advantage of me when I'm drunk. I don't want that when I'm sober." Lauren says, and she can barely believe that she made it through that sentence without slurring.

"So you admit I'm cute?" Camila purrs, dragging a nail along Lauren's thigh and up to her zipper, giving slight pressure.

Lauren's posture turns tense, but she grabs her hand and pulls it away, moving forward.

"Goodnight Camila."

Then she's gone, letting Normani know that she's leaving. She's calling a cab, and she's walking through the door of her dorm, and she manages to make it to the toilet before the alcohol in her stomach makes its way back up.

She's too drunk to care about anything right now.