Camila had heard everything. Dinah and Lauren's entire conversation in the hallway was now replaying over and over in her head. She sat in the passenger side of Lauren's car, forcing herself to keep her eyes off of the older girl. They'd just kissed, and all Camila wanted was to kiss her over and over again, but she wouldn't allow herself that pleasure. She felt increasingly guilty as she relived what she had heard her other band mates talking about. If only it were easier The words Normani had said were starting to resonate in her brain. This was her fault. Did Lauren really have feelings for her?