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I've always been "unknown" and having a popular twin sister, didn't help with that. Daniela and I were inseparable when we were younger, but our teen years came and she's rather hang out with the "popular girls"—Lara, Manon, and Megan, her closest friends. I've always wanted to be part of their group, but I didn't know how. Until, someone taught me...

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The alarm blared like it was personally offended that I was still asleep. I groaned, rolled over, and smacked it until the noise died. My bed was warm and safe, the kind of place where I didn’t have to be “Daniela’s twin” or “the quiet one” or “the one who kind of disappears in group photos.” But then my bedroom door slammed open.

“You’re going to make us late,” Daniela’s voice sang, because of course she never just spoke, she performed. She was already in her uniform, hair slick and shiny like she had a secret team of hairdressers hiding in the closet. “Do you want to look like a zombie again today, or what?”

“Maybe I’m going for a theme,” I mumbled, dragging myself up.

She rolled her eyes. “The ‘I-got-hit-by-a-bus’ look? Yeah, nailed it.”

I made a face at her, but she didn’t notice—she was too busy checking her eyeliner in the hallway mirror. It wasn’t fair. We had the same brown eyes, same face, same everything. But when Daniela looked in a mirror, it was like the world bent toward her. When I did, it just… stayed still.

“Not all of us are obsessed with being perfect,” I said, yanking my brush through my tangled hair.

“You say that like you don’t care, but” Daniela’s smirk was sharp. “You notice. You always notice.”

I didn’t answer. Because she was right, and I hated that she knew it. By the time we got to school, Daniela had already disappeared into a cluster of people by the front steps. Someone laughed too loud at something she said, and she glowed in the centre of it, like the sun.

I slipped inside unnoticed, weaving through the hall, clutching my bag strap like it was going to anchor me in the current of bodies. When I walked into first period, my stomach dropped. Someone was sitting in the seat beside mine Not just someone.

Lara.

Her dark waves framed her face, and her hoodie looked about three sizes too big, sleeves hiding her hands. She glanced up when I froze in the doorway, and for a second, her eyes caught mine.

I forgot how to breathe.

“Hey,” she said softly, like she didn’t know that word would ricochet in my brain for the next twenty-four hours.

I slid into my seat, pretending like my heart wasn’t doing Olympic-level gymnastics. Maybe today wouldn’t be so bad.

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By Wednesday, the whole “sitting next to Lara” thing had gone from a single moment to a dangerous habit. Dangerous because every time she spoke to me, my brain seemed to forget how words worked.

“Hey, can I borrow a pen?” she asked that morning, tilting her head toward me.

“Uh...yeah...here...” I fumbled through my pencil case like it was a minefield and handed her one. Smooth. Definitely not suspicious. Totally normal person behaviour. She smiled—just a little, just enough to make my chest feel too small—and turned back to her notes.

That’s when I heard the tsk. Daniela, from across the room. She was in this class too, but sat near the window, surrounded by her usual entourage. She caught my eye, raised her eyebrows, and mouthed, Seriously? I rolled my eyes and turned away, but I knew that look. It meant: “We’re talking later.”

Later came during lunch. I’d just unwrapped my sandwich when Daniela slid into the seat across from me. No hello. No warning.

“So, you have a crush on Hoodie Girl, my own best friend...?” she said, voice low but with that smug glint that meant she was thrilled to be right.

I nearly choked. “I, what, no-”

Daniela smirked. “You so do. And you’re terrible at hiding it. You're eye fucking her every time I look over. God, you're so helpless, it's cute.”

I stared at my sandwich like it might save me. “Can you not? It's bad enough I can barely get two words out to her before blushing like an idiot.”

“Oh, I can ‘not.’ But…” She leaned forward, lowering her voice. “You want her to notice you, right?”

My stomach twisted. “This is where you offer to ‘help,’ isn’t it?”

“This is where I teach you,” she corrected, grinning. “Lesson One: stop acting like you’re invisible. You’re literally an identical twin to the most popular girl in school, use it...!”

I snorted. “Yeah, because pretending to be you sounds so fun.”

Her grin widened. “Not pretending. Just… borrowing a few tricks.” I didn’t agree. I didn’t not agree, either. But when she started talking about step two, something about eye contact and “accidental” touches, I couldn’t help it... I was listening.

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Most people at school only notice twins when they’re side-by-side. With Camila and Daniela, it’s the opposite, everyone notices Daniela. And then there’s Camila.

I noticed her first in maths class. She sat two rows over, quiet, tapping her pen like she was drumming in her head. She always had this half-distracted look, like she was somewhere else entirely. The first time she caught me looking, she went pink and dropped her gaze so fast I thought maybe I’d imagined it.

After that, I started looking for her on purpose. When I walked into class Monday morning, my usual seat was gone, someone had taken it, so I slid into the empty one beside her. She froze like I’d caught her doing something illegal. I asked for a pen, and she handed it to me like it was a live grenade.

Cute. I noticed she'd been eye-fucking me for a while, so I came to school wearing slutty clothing, just to throw her off. Her reaction got me every time. God, she was adorable... We didn’t talk much after that, but I caught her glancing at me when she thought I wasn’t paying attention. Yeah, total eye-fucking...

However being friends with Daniela meant two things:
1. You never had to worry about making weekend plans.
2. You were always, always part of a crowd.

We’d met in art class last year, when she’d complimented my sketch of a tree and then immediately told me how to make it “more dramatic.” Somehow, it didn’t come off as annoying. Daniela had that effect, she could boss you around and make it feel like she was doing you a favour, a big reason why I became her friend in the first place.

So when she mentioned on Wednesday that she was throwing a party Friday, I didn’t think twice. I was already going. That’s what friends did. What I didn’t mention to her, what I never mentioned to her, was how much I’d started noticing Camila lately.

It wasn’t like she was invisible, she just… existed differently. She wasn’t trying to fill space the way Daniela did. She was comfortable at the edges, like she’d chosen them. But then I’d catch her looking, just for a second, and it would feel like we were the only two people who knew something was happening.

When I ended up sitting next to her in math earlier this week, she froze like I’d startled her. She handed me a pen like I’d asked her to solve a riddle. I almost teased her about it, but the way her ears went pink stopped me.

Friday came, and I walked straight into the glow of Daniela’s living room. Music, laughter, the smell of something sweet from the kitchen. Daniela was in her element—hugging me hello, pulling me into conversation, introducing me to people I’d already met twice.

And then my eyes caught on her.

Camila.

I’d never seen her like that. Hair loose in soft waves, black dress catching the light, eyes lined in a way that made them seem deeper, sharper. For a second, I thought maybe she was someone else entirely, someone who wasn’t afraid to be looked at. God, if I could I'd just fuck her right there...

She didn’t see me yet. But when she finally turned and our eyes met… yeah. I was suddenly a lot more interested in staying.

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If there’s one thing Daniela’s good at, besides making every human within a ten-meter radius adore her, it’s throwing parties. Correction: events. Because “party” makes it sound like people just show up and hang out. No, Daniela’s nights were orchestrated different.

So when she announced, over breakfast, “We’re hosting Friday night,” I nearly choked on my toast.

“We?” I said, wiping crumbs off my shirt.

“Yes, we,” she replied, sipping her smoothie like a queen. “And you’re coming.”

“Hard pass.”

“Not optional,” she chimed. “You have a crush to win over.”

I froze. “You didn’t-”

“Oh, relax. I didn’t invite her for you. I invited her because she’s my friend. If you happen to talk to her, that’s your business.” Daniela smirked. “But also… I’m making sure you look the part.”

Friday arrived faster than I’d like. I planned to hide in my room until everyone left, but at 6 p.m., Daniela burst in like a one-woman hurricane. Her arms were full, dresses, shoes, a makeup bag the size of a small suitcase. “Stand up,” she ordered.

I blinked. “No.”

She dropped everything on my bed. “You will if you want Lara to notice you. Trust me, she'll be eye-fucking you for days..!”

“I don’t—” I started, but she was already rifling through the pile, pulling out a black slip dress so tiny it could probably double as a headband. “Absolutely not,” I said, pointing at it.

She grinned. “Absolutely yes.”

What followed was a battle. Daniela won. By the time she was done, I was in the dress. I had to admit, the dress was beautiful. It hugged my curves at all the right places, made my ass and chest look bigger, and was really short. She’d curled my hair into soft curls, lined my eyes so they looked a little sharper.

When I looked in the mirror, I didn’t see me. I saw… someone braver. “This is insane,” I muttered, twisting the hem of the dress.

“This is hot,” Daniela corrected, tugging my hands away from the fabric. “Rule one of looking confident: stop fussing. You’re art so let people look.”

I rolled my eyes. “Pretty sure I’m going to trip and faceplant before anyone can ‘look.’”

“If you do, own it,” she said. “People love confidence, even if it’s fake.”

The doorbell rang downstairs. Voices floated up, laughter, greetings, music starting. My stomach flipped. “I can’t—”

“You can.” Daniela grabbed my hand, pulling me toward the hallway. “And if Lara’s here, you’re talking to her. No ghosting, no hiding in the kitchen.”

I was about to protest when we stepped into the living room, which was already glowing with fairy lights and the warm hum of people mingling. The smell of popcorn and something sweet filled the air. Daniela drifted off instantly, pulled into a circle of friends like a magnet.

I hovered at the edge, feeling like a piece of furniture that had been put in the wrong room.

And then I heard her voice. “Hey,” a voice said behind me.

I turned. Lara.

Hair a little messy from the wind, oversized sweater hanging off one shoulder, eyes catching the light like they’d been made to ruin me.

“You look… different,” she said, smiling just enough to make me forget how to breathe. Somewhere across the room, Daniela caught my eye and gave me the tiniest, most smug thumbs-up.

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Parties at Daniela’s place were usually a blur. People came, music played, drinks flowed, and Daniela was everywhere at once—laughing, introducing people, keeping the vibe alive like she was running the world from her living room. I liked watching her work a crowd.

I wasn’t expecting to get distracted by someone else. It happened in the kitchen, while I was digging through a bowl of chips.
I looked up, and there she was.

Camila.

I’d seen her before, of course I had, she was Daniela’s twin, but it had never really registered. In school, she dressed like she was hoping to blend into the lockers: baggy hoodies, jeans, trainers, nothing that stuck in your brain.

But now? Now she looked… wow.

The dress was short. Not ridiculous-short, but short enough that if she bent down, someone would definitely notice. Black silk that caught the light when she moved, hugging her waist and skimming her thighs like it was made for her. Daniela had clearly done her hair—loose, soft waves—and her makeup was subtle but sharp, the kind that made you think about looking twice.

It wasn’t just hot. It was intentional.
And if I knew Daniela, she’d planned this to be exactly halfway between “classy” and “sl*tty,” that dangerous middle ground where you couldn’t decide if you wanted to talk to someone or take them somewhere quieter.

She was holding a plastic cup with both hands, like it might protect her from the party. That shy, slightly awkward stance made the outfit even more distracting—like she didn’t realize how good she looked. Or maybe she did, and she just didn’t know what to do with it.

I caught myself staring.

“Hey,” I said, walking over before I could overthink it.

She looked up—big brown eyes, startled—and I swear my brain short-circuited for a second.

“You’re Megan, right?” she asked, her voice cautious but warm.

“Yeah. And you’re Camila.” I let my eyes run over her once, just enough for her to notice. “You look… different.”

Her cheeks went pink instantly. It was adorable. And kind of funny—here she was, dressed like trouble, but blushing like she’d never been told she was hot in her life.

Daniela appeared a moment later, sliding between us with the easy confidence of someone who never had to wonder if she belonged. “My favorite people,” she announced, draping an arm over both of us.

I smiled back, but my thoughts were still on Camila.

And for the first time since I’d met Daniela, I realized I was a lot more interested in her sister.

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(Camila’s POV)

I didn’t think the party could get louder, but somehow it did. The living room was pulsing, music, laughter, the low rumble of conversations mixing into one messy soundtrack. Daniela floated through it all like she’d invented the idea of having fun. I stayed near the edge, trying to exist without drawing too much attention.

That… didn’t work.

First, Lara found me.

I was by the snack table, pretending to be interested in the chips, when she appeared like she’d just appeared from thin air. “Hey,” she said, smiling that small, warm smile that made my chest feel too tight.

“You came,” I said before my brain could think of anything less obvious.

She tilted her head. “Of course I came. I’m friends with your sister.” Then, after a beat: “And I like seeing you.”

My brain glitched.

We talked for a bit, a harmless conversation, what we were planning to get up to tomorrow, the weather recently, how much homework we've been getting, but every time she leaned a little closer so I could hear her over the music, I felt my pulse jump. I was starting to think maybe Daniela’s ridiculous makeover plan wasn’t the worst idea she’d ever had.

And then Megan walked up.

I’d met her before—cheerleader alongside Dani, lively, says good morning to strangers type of person—

but tonight she was looking at me like she was seeing me for the first time. Or maybe like she wanted to see more.

“Camila,” she said, letting my name roll in her mouth like she was testing it. “You look… really good.”

I froze. Compliments from strangers were one thing. Compliments from one of Daniela’s closest friends? That felt like stepping into a trap I didn’t understand.

“Uh… thanks?”

She smiled, slow, knowing, and I realized she wasn’t just being nice.

So now I was standing there, Lara on one side, Megan on the other, both talking to me at the same time. Lara was asking about school; Megan was teasing me about not coming to parties more often. I kept switching between them like I was a faulty radio, my answers short because I couldn’t focus on either of them fully.

And Daniela?

She was across the room, watching us with the faintest smirk, like she’d set up a chessboard and I was the piece she’d just moved into danger.

At some point, Lara leaned in again, brushing my arm as she reached for a drink. Megan noticed—and raised her eyebrows at me like she’d just witnessed a scandal. My face burned.

I muttered something about needing air and slipped out to the back porch. The night air hit me like a reset button. But when the door creaked open behind me, I turned, expecting Daniela.

Maybe even Lara and Megan at the same time, but it wasn't them.

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The cold night air was like a shock to my system.
Inside, the party was a warm blur of light and music and voices all smashed together, but out here… it was still. Quiet enough that I could actually hear my own breathing again.

I was halfway through convincing myself that nobody would notice if I just stayed out here all night when the sliding glass door creaked open behind me.

I turned, ready to face either Lara or Megan—or both, because apparently the universe thought I was the kind of person who could handle that.

But instead, Sophia stepped outside, hands stuffed into her hoodie pocket, her brown hair falling in loose waves over her face.

“Soph?” I blinked. “What are you-”

“Hi,” she cut in, walking over like she owned the place. “Also, you look ridiculous. In a good way. But still ridiculous.”

I tugged at the hem of my dress automatically, noticing how much it was riding up. “I thought you weren’t coming.”

“I wasn’t planning to,” she said, leaning on the railing beside me. “But then you texted me earlier saying this ‘might be the most awkward night of your life,’ and, well, I had to see for myself. Also, the debate team meeting ended early.”

I groaned, hiding my face in my hands. “Oh my god, Sophia, it’s bad. It’s… confusing.”

She tilted her head, eyes narrowing like she was already trying to solve a puzzle. “Let me guess. Daniela’s messing with you?”

I hesitated. “Not… exactly. Well, yeah, but also no. She made me wear this,” I gestured at the dress, “and did my hair and makeup, and now-”

“People are noticing you?”

I shot her a look. “That sounded way too smug.”

“It’s not smug if it’s true,” she said, smirking. “Okay, tell me. Who?”

I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, the porch boards creaking under me. “Uh… Lara.”

Sophia’s eyebrows shot up. “Wait... Your Lara?”

I winced. “Yes. But also Megan.”

She froze. “…Daniela’s Megan?”

“Yes.”

Her mouth fell open. “Wow. Okay. First of all, iconic. Second of all, terrifying.”

“They were both talking to me at the same time, and I didn’t know where to look... She planned this,” I muttered. “She’s trying to ‘teach’ me or whatever, but I think she just likes the drama.”

“Yeah, that tracks.” Sophia paused, her tone softening. “But… you didn’t hate it, did you?”

I opened my mouth, closed it again. “…No. I didn’t. The attention is nice I guess. For once I'm the one everyone is talking about, not Dani. It feels... good...?”

We stood in silence for a moment, the muffled beat of the music still thrumming through the walls.

Finally, Sophia nudged me with her shoulder. “Okay, so… which one?”

I gave her a look. “What do you mean ‘which one’?”

“You know exactly what I mean.”

I let out a shaky laugh. “I don’t even know. Lara’s… Lara. She’s quiet but confident, and I feel like she actually sees me. But Megan—she’s bold, and she’s friends with Daniela, and she looks at me like…” I trailed off, heat rising to my face.

“Like she’d eat you alive?” Sophia offered, deadpan.

I buried my face in my hands again. “You’re the worst.”

“I’m the best,” she corrected, grinning. “And my official best-friend advice? Don’t make any decisions tonight. Just… see what happens. Let them come to you.”

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(Camila’s POV)

The sliding glass door opened, and I braced for double trouble.

But it was just Lara.
Her hair was a little messy, like she’d been moving through the crowd too fast. She held a red cup in one hand and scanned the porch until her eyes landed on me.

“Hey,” she said, and her voice was softer than the music spilling through the doorway.

“Hey,” I echoed. My heart was already trying to pound its way out of my chest.

She stepped closer, setting her cup on the railing beside me. “I was looking for you. You kind of disappeared.”

“I needed air,” I admitted.

She smiled faintly. “Too many people?”

“Too much… everything,” I said, then quickly added, “Not in a bad way.”

Her gaze lingered on me for a beat, and it was impossible to read her expression, expect for the way her eyes kept flicking from my face to my lips, then back again.

"I might have said this already, but you look different tonight... In a really, good way..." she says, looking at me up and down, practically eye-fucking me

I huffed out a laugh. “That’s the consensus.”

“It’s not just the dress.”

That made me blink. “No?”

She shook her head. “It’s… you. You’re standing straighter. You’re looking people in the eye. You seem…” She trailed off, searching for the right word. “Braver.”

I didn’t know what to do with that. I looked away, my fingers brushing the railing. “Maybe I just had a good coach.”

She laughed softly, but didn’t push. Instead, she moved closer, her arm brushing mine. The air between us felt thinner, charged in a way that made me aware of every inch of space we weren’t touching.

“So,” she said, almost teasing, “does the new you still get nervous talking to me?”

I glanced at her, and for once, didn’t look away. “Maybe a little.”

Her smile shifted, softer. “Good. Me too.”

That was the moment my breath caught.

Neither of us moved for a few seconds. The music inside blurred into a dull thump, the cool air brushing against my skin. I could smell her shampoo, something faint and sweet.

Then, slowly, like she was giving me a hundred chances to pull away, Lara leaned in.

My pulse roared in my ears.

And then her lips were on mine.

My hands clutched at the front of her hoodie, pulling her closer without even meaning to. She tilted her head, deepening it, and I felt her breath mix with mine, quick and uneven. The kiss was hungry, clumsy in a way that made it feel real, our lips parting, meeting again, moving faster.

Her fingers slid lightly along my jaw, tilting my face toward her, and I gave in completely, letting her lead. There was nothing quiet about it now, just heat, movement, and the dizzying feeling of being wanted.

Lara opens her lips, letting Camila slid her tongue inside, Their tongues slide against each other, as Lara tilts her head further, deepening the kiss.

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(Camila’s POV)

I barely had time to catch my breath before Lara’s hand found mine, tugging me toward the stairs. “Come on,” she whispered, eyes glinting with mischief.

My stomach did that flip-flop thing I hated—then secretly loved. We crept up the staircase, careful to avoid squeaky boards, and slipped into my room. The door clicked shut behind us, and the world outside my walls vanished.

Lara leaned against the door, just close enough that I could feel the heat from her body. “Finally… alone,” she murmured.

I swallowed hard. “Yeah… finally.”

And then she was kissing me.

It wasn’t quick or careful. It was long, drawn-out, messy in the best way, full of teasing little nips and whispered breaths. My hands tangled in her hair, and I could feel the soft press of her body against mine, every touch electric. I never wanted it to end.

She pulled back just enough to grin at me, lips swollen. “You’re driving me crazy, Cami,” she teased.

“You like it,” I shot back, laughing breathlessly.

“Maybe I do,” she whispered, leaning in again.

Time dissolved into a blur of laughter, teasing, soft gasps, and lips moving together over and over. I didn’t notice the hours slipping by, didn’t notice anything except her, the thrill, the warmth.

Eventually, she groaned, pulling back reluctantly. “I should go before someone notices…”

I groaned too, half in protest, half in defeat. “Already?”

She kissed my forehead and whispered, “Another time, yeah?” Then she slipped out the door, leaving me breathless and grinning like an idiot.

The next morning, my phone buzzed. Sophia.

Sophia: "Cami?? U Alive??"

Sophia: "Girl don't do this to me rn"

Sophia: "Tell me what happened!!"

I stared at the screen, my fingers shaking slightly.

Cami: "I think you're gonna want to sit down for this"

Sophia: “Cami, just tell me!”

Cami: “We… I mean, we kissed. A lot. Like, long, messy, all of it. She was… she was so intense.”

Sophia: “…Wait. You mean kissing kissing?”

Cami: “Yes! And laughing, teasing… it was… I don’t know, amazing. I didn’t want her to leave.”

Sophia: “Oh my god, Cami! How long?!”

Cami: “Feels like forever, but probably like an hour?”

Sophia: “You didn’t die from swooning at each other?”

Cami: “Barely. And then she left. I’m… still recovering.”

Sophia: “’m just picturing your flustered face.”

Cami: “I am flustered. And smiling. And completely obsessed with her.”

Sophia: “Good. I approve. But text me when you’re alive and coherent enough to talk again, okay?”

Cami: “Will do.”

I was sprawled on my bed, still grinning like an idiot from last night, when the door creaked open.

“Cami?” Daniela’s voice was casual, but I could sense the curiosity underneath. She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes sharp. “Morning. So… what actually happened between you and Lara yesterday?”

I froze for a split second, trying to keep my face neutral. “…Nothing. Really. Just… talking.”

Daniela tilted her head, smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. “Talking, huh? You two were so close last night, I could practically feel the heat from down the hall.”

I shifted awkwardly under her gaze. “…We were just… hanging out. That’s all. No big deal.”

“Uh-huh,” she said, stepping further into the room. “That’s what all the suspicious giggling and whispered ‘you’re insane’ comments were about?”

I laughed nervously, keeping my eyes firmly on the corner of my room. “…We were joking around.”

Daniela’s smirk widened. “Uh-huh. You know, Cami, I see the way you look at her. The way she looks at you. Don’t even try to deny it.”

I swallowed, feeling my cheeks heat up. “…It’s nothing. Really. Lara’s just… Lara.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Sure. ‘Nothing.’ Right. Well… don’t make it weird, okay? I’m just saying, people notice things. Even twins like me.”

I nodded quickly, heart thudding, glad she was leaving the subject there. “…Got it. Nothing weird happened. Promise.”

Daniela chuckled, leaning closer and whispering conspiratorially, “But, hey… if you do anything, don’t forget who your sister is.”

Then she spun on her heel and left, and I was left staring at the ceiling, trying not to replay every single lingering glance and teasing brush of lips from last night.

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(Megan’s POV)

I was weaving through the crowd at the party, scanning for Camila. She’d slipped away hours ago, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she was hiding upstairs, maybe resting or just avoiding the chaos.

“Cami?” I called softly as I crept toward the staircase, hoping not to draw attention.

At the top, I paused outside her door. I wasn’t prepared for what I heard.

Soft giggles. Quick whispers. Then… a long, drawn-out click of lips meeting.

My eyes widened. I pressed myself against the wall, peeking around the corner just enough to see.

Camila and Lara were sitting close on the edge of her bed, leaning into each other, their hands brushing. They weren’t shouting or being loud—they were just… intensely focused on each other. Their eyes met, locked, filled with that kind of longing that made my stomach twist. I could see the way they teased each other with smirks, laughed softly, and leaned closer and closer with every passing second.

I froze. Should I knock? Should I announce myself? No—this was clearly private. I couldn’t look away, though. There was something electric in the air, like watching a spark about to ignite.

.
But I didn't leave. For some reason I stood there, my feet glued to the floor. The way Lara was whispering in her ear was annoying me for some reason. I wanted to be the one Cami was getting flustered for. I wanted to be the person she wanted.

I stood there for a minute, heart basically broken. I know it was too early in my crush on her to say this but, I really was heart broken. I could see them sitting there, touching each other's waist and hips, eye-fucking like I wasn't here. And for them I really wasn't here, they didn't know, but it still sucked, nonetheless.

That's when they kissed again, and it wasn't a soft one. More of a deep-tongue-in-each-other's-mouth one. I could feel my heart shattering even more. I knew she liked Lara, but it still hurt... Seeing her kiss her like that sort of broke me.

Then Camila laughed softly, and Lara leaned in closer again, whispering something I couldn’t make out. I blinked, heart racing. I needed to get out before they noticed me, but I couldn’t help stealing one more glance before I slipped silently back down the stairs.

The sunlight hit my room like a spotlight, and I groaned, dragging myself out of bed. I couldn’t stop replaying last night in my head—Camila and Lara, sitting close, whispering, laughing, and those intense looks. I’d accidentally witnessed something… electric.

I grabbed my phone and shot a quick text to Manon: We need to talk. Call me.

Within minutes, my phone buzzed. Manon’s name popped up.

Manon: “What’s up, Meg? You sound urgent.”

I leaned against my dresser, trying to keep my voice calm but failing. “Okay… so, last night at the party… I kinda… saw Camila and Lara. Upstairs.”

There was a pause on the other end. “Oh? And…?”

I swallowed, feeling my cheeks heat up. “They weren’t… doing anything crazy… but… Megan voice: intense, teasing, close, whispering, laughing… and their eyes—oh my god, Manon, their eyes! It was like—like they were burning holes into each other!”

Manon’s laugh was immediate. “Wait, wait, wait… you’re telling me you spied on them, and you’re obsessed with the way they looked at each other?”

“I didn’t mean to spy!” I said, defensive but secretly grinning. “I was just… looking for Cami! And then I… got caught up. I couldn’t believe it. Their chemistry… I’ve never seen anything like it!”

Manon whistled. “Ooh. That is spicy. So… what, they’re officially a thing now?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I mean, I think they might be flirting hard, but I don’t know if they… like, you know…” My words trailed off.

Manon snorted. “Oh Meg, you’re overthinking it. They’ve got that spark. That’s all you need to know. Honestly… I want to see how this unfolds.”

“I know,” I said, pacing a little. “I just… feel like I walked in on a private moment. And now I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Manon chuckled. “You’re hopeless. But fine. Don’t tell Dani, don’t tell Camila, and definitely don’t tell Lara. But… keep me updated. I’m invested now.”

I sighed, leaning against the wall, grinning despite myself. “Deal. But don't tell anyone, yeah...? Especially Lara or Dani. I don't want them knowing I want Cami to fuck me instead...”

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(Camila’s POV)

My phone buzzed while I was sprawled across my bed, doodling absently in the corner of my notebook. When I saw Lara’s name light up the screen, my heart did that ridiculous skipping thing it always does now.

I answered quickly, trying to sound casual. “Hey.”

Her voice came through low, smooth, with that playful tone she always carried. “Hey, stranger. Recovering from last night?”

I laughed nervously. “Barely. You’re exhausting, you know that?”

“Oh, please,” she said with a smirk I could hear through the line. “You loved every second of it. Admit it.”

I rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling. “Maybe. Maybe not.”

Lara hummed. “Hmm. You’re such a terrible liar, Camila. You were smiling so hard I thought your face was going to break.”

I groaned, covering my eyes with my arm. “Okay, fine. I… maybe had fun.”

“‘Maybe,’” she repeated with mock offense. “Wow, I pour my soul into kissing you for an hour and all I get is a maybe?”

I burst out laughing. “I didn’t know you were keeping score.”

“Oh, I’m definitely keeping score,” she teased. “And right now, I’m winning.”

I shook my head, cheeks heating. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you like it,” she shot back smoothly. Then, after a pause, her tone shifted—lower, quieter, but even more charged. “So… my parents are out of town this weekend.”

I froze. “Oh?”

“Yeah,” she said casually, though there was nothing casual about the smirk in her voice. “House all to myself. No rules. No interruptions.”

My breath caught. “You’re… telling me this because…?”

“Because I want you to come over,” she said plainly. Then she added, her voice dropping into a slow tease: “Unless you’re scared of me.”

My pulse quickened. “Scared? Of you? Please.”

She chuckled. “Mhm. You sound nervous.”

“I’m not nervous,” I said quickly, even though my hands were sweating just holding the phone.

“Good,” Lara replied smoothly. “Because I don’t want you nervous. I want you curious. I want you… excited.”

I swallowed hard, every nerve in my body on fire. “…You’re dangerous, you know that?”

“That’s the fun part,” she purred. “So what do you say, Cami? You coming over tomorrow?”

I bit my lip, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts racing a mile a minute. “I’ll… think about it.”

“Mm, I’ll take that as a yes,” Lara said smugly. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

The second Lara hung up, I just sat there, phone still in my hand, staring at the ceiling like my brain had short-circuited.

"My parents are out of town."
"Come over."
"I want you curious. Excited."

My heart was still beating like I’d just run a marathon. I buried my face in my pillow and let out a strangled groan. “What the hell was that?”

Was she serious? Was I supposed to just… show up? And what would happen if I did? Did I even want to find out? (Answer: yes. Very much yes. Too much yes. Ugh.)

I rolled onto my side, biting my lip. This was Lara, my Lara, my sister’s gorgeous, confident best friend, who somehow thought I was worth her time. The idea of walking into her house tonight made my stomach flip and my face heat up all at once.

I couldn’t deal with this alone. I snatched my phone back up and hit Sophia’s contact.

She picked up on the second ring. “What’s wrong?”

“I need your help...” I blurted out.

“What happened?”

“Lara. Last night. Today. The call. Everything. Sophia, I’m freaking out.”

There was a pause, then her voice sharpened. “Camila, calm down. Tell me everything. Slowly.”

So I did. I spilled it all, how we’d been joking and flirting nonstop, how she called me tonight and basically invited me over because her parents were gone. By the time I was done, I was pacing across my room like a caged animal.

Sophia let out a long, low whistle. “Wow. Okay. That’s… that’s a lot.”

“No kidding!” I said, running a hand through my hair. “What do I do? What do I wear? What if I go over there and totally embarrass myself? What if she’s just messing with me?”

Sophia laughed, but it wasn’t mean—it was warm, calming. “Cami, breathe. She is not messing with you. Trust me, I’ve seen the way Lara looks at people she doesn’t care about. And then I’ve seen the way she looks at you. Big difference.”

I sat back down on my bed, clutching a pillow to my chest. “She’s so confident. And I feel like I’m gonna fall apart the second I see her. And pretty too...”

“That’s kind of the point,” Sophia said dryly. “But you need to stop spiralling and focus on the important part: outfit planning.”

I perked up a little. “Outfit?”

“Yes, outfit!” Sophia said firmly. “You are not walking into Lara’s house looking like you just rolled out of bed. Give me ten minutes, I’m coming over.”

I blinked. “Wait, what? You don’t have to-”

“Too late, I’m already grabbing my bag,” she interrupted. “Camila, if you’re going to go see her, we’re going to make sure you look so good she forgets how to breathe.”

I groaned, flopping onto my back again, but a smile crept onto my face. “You’re insane.”

“I didn't spend last year without you talking about her,” Sophia said smugly. “Now hang tight. Tonight’s going to be big.”

The line went dead, and I hugged my pillow tighter, nerves and excitement twisting into one big knot in my stomach.

Big didn’t even begin to cover it.

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(Camila’s POV)

When Sophia showed up at my door, she was carrying a tote bag big enough to move into and an expression that said this is serious business.

“Move,” she said, breezing past me into my room. “We don’t have time for your panic attack.”

I blinked, shutting the door behind her. “Panic attack??”

She shot me a look over her shoulder. “Don’t even. You’ve been in meltdown mode since last night. Now, show me Daniela’s closet.”

My eyes went wide. “You want to-”

“Raid it? Absolutely. If you’re going to Lara’s house, you’re not showing up in your nerdy debate-club cardigan. You’re going to look hot. Slutty hot. But, like… casual slutty hot. The kind that makes her think you didn’t even try that hard but actually you did.”

My jaw dropped. “You’re insane.”

Sophia grinned. “No, I’m right.”

And that’s how I found myself tiptoeing into Daniela’s room with Sophia, rifling through racks of her meticulously organized closet. I felt guilty at first, Daniela would murder me if she knew, but Sophia was on a mission.

She pulled out a tiny black crop top and tossed it at me. “This. With those flared, jeans she never shuts up about.”

I held it up, blanching. “Soph, this barely covers anything.”

“Exactly,” she said smugly. “You want Lara eye-fucking you the entire night? This is the way.”

I groaned but didn’t argue, because part of me, well, actually, most of me, wanted exactly that.

Sophia then dragged me into the bathroom, spreading Daniela’s makeup across the counter like a war general preparing for battle. “Okay. Mascara, liner, just enough blush to look alive. And perfume.” She uncapped a sleek bottle from Daniela’s shelf and spritzed it onto my wrist. “There. You smell like temptation.”

I stared at myself in the mirror as she worked, cheeks warming. The girl staring back at me didn’t look like Camila-the-shadow. She looked bold. Confident. Maybe even dangerous.

Sophia leaned against the counter, satisfied. “There. Now Lara is going to lose her mind.”

I bit my lip. “What if she’s not… serious? What if I’m just overthinking everything?”

Sophia arched a brow. “Cami. Friends don’t make out for hours at a party.”

My cheeks burned. “We didn’t-”

“Don’t even try to downplay it,” Sophia cut me off. “I’ve seen the way she looks at you. Friends don’t eye-fuck each other across a room either. She wants you. Period.”

I exhaled shakily, clutching the edge of the counter. “You make it sound so simple.”

“That’s because it is simple,” she said firmly. “You just need to stop doubting yourself.”

I sat back on the edge of the sink, hugging my knees to my chest. “…Megan talked to me at the party too, you know.”

Sophia’s eyebrows shot up. “Megan? As in Megan Megan? Daniela’s sidekick Megan?”

“Yeah,” I mumbled. “She was… I don’t know. Friendly? Interested? I can’t tell if it was, like… a friend thing or…”

Sophia snorted, shaking her head. “Camila. If it was just a friend thing, you’d know. Megan doesn’t ‘just friend’ people. But right now? She’s background noise. Lara is the story.”

I laughed nervously. “So what, you’re saying I have options?”

Sophia gave me a sly grin. “I’m saying you have more power than you think. You’ve spent your whole life in Daniela’s shadow, but last night? And tonight? That’s you stepping out of it. And maybe it's a permanent thing, I don't know. I've seen you live your whole life on the side-lines, desperate for that change. Maybe this is what you need.”

I looked back in the mirror one more time. The girl staring back looked ready. Scared, sure, but also… buzzing with excitement.

Sophia slung an arm around my shoulders. “Alright, bestie. You’re going to go to Lara’s tonight, you’re going to knock her socks off, and you’re going to finally realize what I’ve been telling you all along.”

“Which is?” I asked.

She smirked. “That you’re a catch. And it’s about time someone noticed.”

My stomach fluttered with nerves, but for the first time, I almost believed her.

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(Camila’s POV)

Sophia had been right. The second I stepped onto Lara’s porch, wearing that black crop top and Daniela’s perfectly fitted flared jeans, I felt like a different person. Not Camila-the-shadow, but Camila-the-girl-who-could-make-Lara’s-mouth-fall-open.

And when Lara opened the door, I knew it had worked.

Her eyes did a quick sweep, hair, top, jeans, and lingered far too long on my hips. For the first time, I didn’t shrink under the attention. I let her look.

“Wow,” Lara said, voice low, almost a whisper. “You… clean up nice.”

I smirked, trying not to combust on the spot. “You mean I don’t always look like I just crawled out of a textbook?”

Lara grinned, stepping aside to let me in. “Not tonight you don’t.”

The house was quiet, no parents, no siblings, just us. She led me into the living room, where a blanket was already draped over the couch and Netflix glowed on the TV. Casual. Normal. Totally not nerve-shattering.

“So,” Lara said, grabbing the remote. “Movie night? Horror, rom-com, or something boring?”

I plopped onto the couch, tugging the crop top down nervously. “You pick.”

She gave me a sly look. “Dangerous words. I could put on the cheesiest rom-com ever made.”

“Go ahead,” I said, raising my chin. “I can handle it.”

We ended up watching some throwaway action movie neither of us paid much attention to. Lara stretched out beside me, legs brushing mine, arm draped casually along the back of the couch. Every few minutes she’d lean closer to make a sarcastic comment about the plot, her shoulder grazing mine, her eyes catching mine.

And every time, the heat in my stomach spread a little further.

Halfway through the movie, she shifted closer. “You smell different tonight,” she murmured, her lips almost brushing my ear.

My breath caught. “Different how?”

She smirked. “Good. Distracting. The kind of smell that makes me forget we’re supposed to be watching this terrible movie.”

I laughed, but it came out nervous, shaky. “Maybe that’s the point.”

Her eyes glinted. “Maybe it’s working.”

The flirting kept stacking, her hand brushing my thigh “by accident,” my hair falling into my face and her tucking it back gently, her gaze lingering on my lips whenever I laughed too hard at one of her jokes.

By the time the credits rolled, the movie might as well have never existed.

Silence hung between us, charged and expectant. Then Lara leaned in, slow and deliberate, giving me just enough time to stop her if I wanted to.

I didn’t stop her.

Her lips met mine, soft at first, testing. Then, when I kissed back, she deepened it. The taste of her, the way she pulled me closer, the way my body buzzed like it had been waiting for this, all of it made my head spin.

The kiss turned hungry quickly, hands roaming, lips parting, breathing harder. Lara pushed the blanket aside so she could slide closer, practically pulling me into her lap. My fingers curled into her shirt, and I didn’t care how messy it was, how out of control I felt.

She pulled back just enough to murmur against my lips, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

I chuckle softly, whispering back, “We did this last night.”

She smiles, but before she could say anything, I kissed her. Then her mouth was on mine again, fiercer this time, and all I could think was how right Sophia had been, this wasn’t friendship, and it never had been.

The kiss deepened, grew hungrier, Lara tilting her head to press harder against me. I tasted her lip gloss, sweet and sharp, and felt her hand slide along my jaw, holding me in place. My breath caught, and I parted my lips instinctively.

That was all the invitation she needed.

Her tongue brushed mine, tentative, teasing, and my whole body lit up. I gasped into her mouth, gripping her shirt with both hands, pulling her closer before I even realized I was doing it. She smiled against my lips, like she knew exactly how undone I already was.

Then she kissed me harder.

It somehow turned even messy, even faster. Our mouths moving with a rhythm that wasn’t practiced but desperate, her tongue pushing deeper, mine meeting it eagerly. It was sloppy, wet, dizzying, the kind of kiss that left me breathless and buzzing. Every drag of her tongue against mine made heat curl low in my stomach, spreading until I thought I’d melt.

The blanket slipped to the floor, forgotten. Her hand slipped from my jaw to the back of my neck, keeping me close, as if she couldn’t stand the idea of me pulling away. I didn’t want to pull away.

The world outside her mouth didn’t exist. Just the taste of her, the sound of our uneven breathing, the way she nipped at my bottom lip before diving back in like she couldn’t get enough.

“God, Cami, you taste so good...” she murmured against my mouth, voice wrecked, before kissing me again, deeper, hotter, sloppier.

I made a sound I didn’t recognize, something between a gasp and a whimper, and Lara swallowed it with another kiss.

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(Camila’s POV)

Her lips were everywhere. On my mouth, my neck, brushing over my jaw. I could barely breathe, could barely think. My fingers clung to her shirt, terrified that if I let go, she’d disappear.

Then her hand slipped lower. From my jaw to my shoulder, down the curve of my waist, tugging at the hem of my crop top. My whole body jolted.

She pulled back just enough to whisper against my lips, “Can I…?” Her eyes searched mine, dark and burning, her breath hot on my face.

For a second, my mind spun. Part of me screamed yes—that I wanted her, that I’d been dreaming about this—but another part froze, tangled in nerves I couldn’t shake.

“I…” My voice cracked. I swallowed hard. “I’m not ready.”

Lara froze. Really froze. Her hand stilled on my waist, her forehead still pressed to mine. Her eyes widened slightly, the fire dimming into something softer.

“You mean…” she said carefully, her voice almost too gentle, “you’ve never…?”

I shook my head, embarrassed heat flooding my cheeks. “No. Never.”

She studied me for a beat, her expression unreadable. I bit my lip, bracing for her to laugh, or roll her eyes, or worse—look disappointed.

Instead, she smiled. A small, real smile that made my chest ache.

“Then we’re not rushing it,” she said simply. “I can wait.”

The relief that crashed over me almost made me dizzy. “Really?”

“Really.” She brushed her thumb over my cheek, so tenderly it almost undid me more than the kissing had. “Trust me, Cami. I’m not going anywhere.”

My eyes stung suddenly, stupidly. I let out a shaky laugh, trying to hide how much her words hit me. “God, you make it impossible not to like you.”

Lara chuckled and kissed me again, softer this time. No tongue, no urgency, just a kiss that said I hear you. I want you. And I’ll wait.

Lara kissed me again, slower now, her tongue tracing mine just enough to make me shiver. She pulled back, a mischievous glint in her eyes, and murmured, “You have no idea how badly I wish we could do more right now.”

My breath hitched, heat rushing through me at her words.

Then she dipped her head, pressing a kiss against the corner of my mouth. Another along my jaw. Then lower—to the soft spot just beneath my ear. I gasped, my hand tightening on her shoulder as she trailed her lips down my neck.

Her mouth lingered there, warm and deliberate, before brushing lower, feathering kisses along my collarbone. Each one sent a new wave of tingles through me, my stomach tightening, my whole body lighting up.

“L-Lara…” My voice broke on her name, caught somewhere between a warning and a plea.

She laughed softly against my skin, her breath hot, making me squirm. “Relax, Camila. I’m not gonna push. Just… kissing. For now.” Another kiss landed on the hollow of my throat, slow and drawn out, before she pulled back slightly, meeting my wide eyes.

The teasing smirk softened into something more genuine. “I just like seeing you like this.”

I tried to speak, but all that came out was a shaky, “You’re ridiculous.”

She grinned, then kissed me hard on the mouth again, making my knees weak all over. "You love me like this."

And even though part of me still burned with nerves, another part was buzzing with something new: the knowledge that she wanted me that much and was willing to wait.

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(Lara’s POV)

Kissing her was torture in the sweetest way.

Every time her lips parted under mine, every shaky breath she gave me, every tiny sound she tried to swallow down, I wanted more. God, I wanted everything.

I wanted to slide her shirt up, feel her bare skin against my palms. I wanted to push her back and kiss every inch of her, lick her pussy, hear her moan into my mouth. The urge pulsed in me, hot and insistent, like it had been waiting for this exact moment all my life.

But then I looked at her.

Her hands trembling as they clung to me. Her wide, uncertain eyes when I tugged at the hem of her top. The way her lips parted, ready to say something but afraid to.

And I knew. She wasn’t ready.

So I forced myself to stop. To rein it all in. To keep my touches light and my mouth soft against hers, even when every nerve in me screamed for more.

I pressed a kiss to her jaw instead. Then to her throat. Then to her collarbone, slow and lingering, tasting her skin but not taking it further. She shivered under me, and God, it took everything not to lose control.

“I wish I could do more,” I murmured against her skin, half a confession, half a joke. I kissed the hollow of her throat, then pulled back just enough to meet her eyes. “But I’ll wait.”

Her lips trembled into the smallest smile, and it broke me. She trusted me. She believed me. And for some reason, that meant more than anything.

So I kissed her again. Not rough, not messy this time. Just soft. Steady. The kind of kiss you could drown in.

And in that moment, I honestly thought—I could kiss her forever and never get tired of it.

When we finally pulled back, both breathless and flushed, she melted into me, resting her head against my chest. My arms wrapped around her automatically, holding her tight, my thumb rubbing lazy circles against her hip.

She sighed, this long, content little sound that made my whole body go weak.

I pressed my lips to the top of her head, breathing her in, and just stayed there. Cuddling her. Keeping her close.

Want still burned low in my stomach, sharp and relentless, but I shoved it down. Because this, her in my arms, safe, warm, trusting me, this was better than anything else.

For now.

(Lara’s POV)

She was so warm. Soft. Perfectly weighted in my arms like she was made to fit there, and I wanted to memorize every curve, every breath, every little shiver she made.

We lay tangled on her bed, heads pressed together, lips brushing lightly in slow, feathered kisses. My hands traced her sides, her arms, letting my fingers linger on places I shouldn’t think about touching yet. Every small sigh she gave me sent sparks straight to my chest, and I had to fight so hard not to lose control.

Her lips were addictive. I kissed the corner of her mouth, her jawline, her neck, teasing, gentle, holding back. I could feel the heat radiating off her, smell the faint scent of her shampoo mixed with the perfume she’d stolen from Daniela’s closet.

“Lara…” she murmured, voice soft, sleepy, but the hint of want in it was there.

I kissed her again, slow, long, soft, just enough to make her gasp against me. She wriggled closer, arms wrapping tighter around my torso, and I pulled her flush against me. God, I could stay like this forever. Just her, me, the warmth, the quiet… and the gentle, endless brushing of our lips.

But then reality poked its head in. Her phone buzzed on the bedside table. She frowned.

“I have to go,” she whispered reluctantly, pressing her forehead to mine.

I didn’t want her to. My heart thumped hard in my chest. But I nodded, trying to sound casual.

“Okay… just go slow,” I murmured. “Please.”

She smiled a little, shy and desperate at the same time, and I took it as permission. I pulled her back toward me, kissed her slowly, savoring every second. Then my lips slid over hers again, soft at first, then harder, deeper, our tongues brushing, tasting, tangling. She moaned softly into my mouth, letting me pull her closer, and I groaned against her lips.

I wanted to consume her. Wanted to taste her everywhere, wanted to hear her scream my name, but she had to leave. So I just kissed her like this—messy, urgent, desperate, but still gentle enough to show I cared.

The world shrank to just us: her lips, her body pressed against mine, her soft hands sliding into my hair. Every brush of her tongue made my stomach twist, every soft gasp made my fingers ache to hold her closer.

When we finally pulled back, her lips were swollen, glossy, flushed, and I groaned softly at the loss of contact. She grinned sheepishly, and my chest ached in the best way.

“Text me when you get home,” I whispered, my fingers lingering on her jaw.

“I will,” she said, pecking me one last time before reluctantly slipping out of my arms.

And I watched her go, heart hammering, still tasting her on my lips, wishing I could kiss her forever.

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(Camila’s POV)

The walk home felt surreal. My lips still tingled from Lara’s, my body humming from the lingering warmth of her hands and the way she’d pressed herself against me. Every step made me want to call her again, to beg her to come back, to taste her all over again. But I couldn’t. Not yet.

When I got inside, the house was quiet. I knew Daniela was gone earlier, probably shopping with Manon, but that didn’t make my nerves any less jittery. I slipped into my room, locked the door, and stripped off my outfit, feeling the cool air against my skin. The casual, slutty clothes I’d worn to Lara’s house now felt like a badge of my reckless excitement. I couldn’t stop smiling at the memory of her lips, the way she’d tasted like… her.

I changed into something comfortable, shorts and a baggy jersey, and flopped onto my bed. My heart still raced. I kept replaying the kiss over and over, biting my lip every time I thought about the way she’d pressed me to the couch, her hands tangling in my hair, the desperate moans that had slipped past her lips.

And then reality hit: Daniela was home.

I braced myself as I heard her footsteps on the stairs. I’d have to explain where I’d been, and I couldn’t say the truth. Not about Lara. Not about… what almost happened.

When Daniela poked her head into my room, all bright smiles and energy, I felt my stomach twist.

“Where were you all night?” she asked casually, but I could see the curiosity in her eyes. “I was looking for you earlier.”

I forced a shrug, trying to sound nonchalant. “I was at Sophia’s. We watched a movie, talked. She just needed someone to chill with.”

Her eyebrows rose slightly, and I held my breath. “All night?”

“Yeah,” I said, keeping my tone light. “She really needed me. You know how she gets.” I tried to sound convincing, but my pulse was hammering in my ears.

She glanced at me for a moment longer, probably reading between the lines, but then her expression softened. “Okay… fair enough. Just… don’t disappear like that again, alright?”

“Of course,” I said quickly, nodding. Relief flooded me as she turned and left the room.

The second the door closed, I collapsed back onto my bed, heart still racing, my thoughts spiralling.

How am I going to deal with this? I thought. She kissed me like that. Lara kissed me like that. And she wants… more. But I can’t let Dani know. Not ever. She can’t know I want her friend like that. She can’t know I almost… god.

I buried my face in my pillow and exhaled shakily. My body still remembered every touch, every brush of lips. Every moment with Lara had left me craving more, but now I had to lie, had to play the role of the “good twin,” hiding this wild, messy, intoxicating part of me from everyone, even myself, in a way.

For now, I’d have to wait. Wait for another text, another chance, another secret stolen moment.

But the memory of her, of the way she’d kissed me, of the way I’d wanted her so badly, made me bite my lip and grin to myself.

I couldn’t wait any longer. My fingers fumbled with my phone as I dialed Sophia, pacing around my room.

“Hello?” Sophia’s groggy voice came through.

“You will not believe what happened,” I breathed, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.

“Mmm… spill,” she murmured, clearly half-asleep.

“I… I went to Lara’s,” I started, heart racing again. “We… uh… made out. Like, a lot. And it was… amazing. She’s… so—” I trailed off, blushing.

“Wait, what? Made out? All night?” Sophia’s voice perked up.

“Yeah, like, seriously… she didn’t stop.” I laughed nervously, hiding under my hoodie. “It was… intense, and I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“Mmm, sounds about right,” Sophia replied with a grin in her voice. “God, Camila… you’re in trouble now.”

“I know,” I whispered, grinning despite myself. “I just… I don’t know what to do next.”

“Relax,” Sophia said. “Just… text her. Don’t overthink it.”

I nodded to myself, even though she couldn’t see me, feeling a little lighter after telling someone. “Okay… thanks, Soph. I’ll… keep you updated.”

“Do that. And Camila?”

“Yeah?”

“Try not to melt into a puddle every time she texts you.”

I laughed, my cheeks heating up. “No promises.”

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Hey guys. sorry for the inconsistent upload. I went to Barcelona with my family and when I came back I had exams to do, so I've been really busy

I'll try to update whenever I can, the next chapters will be uploaded soon!!