You and Camilla were once bestfriends. That was up until highschool, when Camilla dropped all her “weird” interests and become basic to fit in.

And apart of her being popular, was making fun of kids who weren’t, aka you.

She’d deny that you two were ever friends, and would make fun of the things you both once enjoyed.

You were stood in the school bathroom, when Camila walked in. You rolled you eyes, knowing she’d make a snarky comment.

But instead, she stepped behind you, her hands on your waist. Her head was on your shoulder, as she looked over your figure through the mirror.