Chapter 3

The rest of the week went by quickly. It's finally Friday, school is over and I'm getting ready for the party at Brad's house.

"Mani you're the fashionista, help me decide what to wear. It's the first party, I want to look casually sexy." I reply with a smirk.

My best friend watches me intently for a second before getting up and going into my closet.

"What would you have done if I weren't at your house? Dress like a bum?" she teases as she tosses clothing around my room.

"Stop making a mess! And no I would just go next door and drag you over here" I toss a pillow at the taller girl.

She lives right next door to me which is how we met. It was four years ago, my freshman year at Miami High and she completely changed my life in a lot of ways.

We've been completely inseparable since day one. It's gotten to the point where our families are pretty much one. Despite obvious cultural backgrounds our parents are best friends. They see beyond race and that's something I love about them.

I've had to defend Normani several times from ignoramuses who try to downgrade her because of her race. Honestly, racist people are incredibly ignorant. I don't see how someone can judge others for their ethnicity and cultural differences.

"I wouldn't have to make a mess if you had better clothes" she teases but finally comes out with black ripped jeans and a crop top with my favorite band the 1975 on it.

"You're all dark and edgy and this is sexy so wear it" she tosses it to me and I laugh at how bossy she is.

"Lolo I'll be back in an hour I have to get ready." My best friend gives me a quick hug and leaves me pouting.

"Fine abandon me all by my lonesome" I feign hurt.

The older girl chuckles "Go hang out with Taylor and Chris. That's the whole point of siblings ya know?" she teases and gives me one final wave before walking out.

I sigh and grab a book from my bookshelf, that way I can kill some time until the party. This book isn't very popular but it's one of my favorite books. It's called "Go ask Alice" and the story is absolutely heartbreaking and beautiful.

I get completely wrapped up in the book I was reading until I hear someone banging on my door.

"Come in!" I yell and toss my book to the side as Normani walks in.

"Lolo! You still aren't ready?" she exclaims and I jump up quickly getting dressed. "Chill mama it'll only take a minute."

After getting dressed and putting on a little makeup I grab my keys and drive Normani and I to Brad's house for the party.

I walk into the party and glance around looking for Brad. Normani already left me to go hang out with some new guy from our school so I figured I would spend time with my boyfriend.

After unsuccessfully searching for him I give up and walk into the kitchen for a drink. I need to let loose and enjoy myself a little.

I grab a beer and start chatting it up with some random girls from my grade. Honestly I couldn't focus because for some reason that Camila girl was on my mind.

I turn around when I hear a familiar voice. I have to do a double check to make sure that I am not going crazy. I know I didn't drink that much beer.

Before I know it, my legs are moving towards the voice. I spin the person around and growl when I realize that I was indeed correct.

I see the tan girl in a long white sleeved shirt with black shorts and black Nikes. I'm surprised that she's actually alone and not with her bodyguard.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I yell at the girl, my rage obvious. She's a complete loser why is she here, at my boyfriend's party?

She just chuckles and looks at me with big brown eyes. "I was invited by your friend" she flips her hair in a seductive way and bites her lip.

Why would Normani invite her? She knows how much I hate her.. why would she let her come to my boyfriends house?

"Get the fuck out. No gays allowed" I push her body backwards and she stumbles but someone catches her.

My anger flares. Just for once I would like to enjoy my time without being surrounded by this girl!

Once the girl regains composure she looks at me. "I was invited. I'm not going to leave because you're afraid of my sexuality" she walks away, the opposite direction of a door. This angers me more because not only is she not listening to me, she just walked away from me. No one walks away from me.

"Where the hell are you going fag? I said get the hell out!" I scream and everyone turns to face us. Once again I'm in the center of attention and this time I don't like it.

I go to walk up to her, my hands tightly secured in a fist causing my knuckles to lose color. I swing my fist back ready to attack until I feel someone's hands grab my arm. "Woah Lauren chill. I invited her" my best friend pulls me away from the crowd and upstairs. Her face clearly showing that she's disappointed in me.

Normani has never been one to pass judgment on someone for being gay or for not being as popular. She's never really been a bully and I know that she hates when I bully others especially around her.

Honestly, I don't try to be like this, it just happens. Normani's opinion of me means more than anyone else's. She's like my older sister and I never want to disappoint her.

I sigh and look at the older girl. "Lauren what has gotten into you? You were never like this when we first met. You used to actually care about people other than yourself.. You would have never called someone such derogatory names.. honestly I'm disappointed in you." her voice was low and hearing those words coming from my best friend made me want to breakdown and cry right there.

Of course, I didn't do that. I couldn't do that.

"Whatever Normani you aren't my mother you don't get to tell me what to do" I push past her and began to go back downstairs. Something stops me and I turn to face the older girl. "Why did you invite her here? Honestly?" I ask her.

For a moment she just stares at me "I felt sorry for her Lauren. You make her life a living hell and you have no clue what she may be going through at home. The poor girl deserves to have some fun for once without constantly being teased and tormented for being attracted to the same sex."

I'm taken aback by her tone, almost as if she's blaming this all on me, like I'm the only one who picks on her. She's never before mentioned anything about the way I treat other people and now all of a sudden she's practically shoving it down my throat.

I feel tears threatening to escape and I turn back around rushing downstairs in search for something a little stronger than beer.

I hear her call after me but I ignore the sounds and go straight to the kitchen cabinet in search of any alcoholic beverage beside beer.

Jackpot.

I take the bottle of Vodka and attempt to chug it down. Ignoring the burning sensation in my throat I gulp once more and close the bottle.

I spot Brad and a bunch of his teammates in the back of the house and I walk over to him. I feel the alcohol kicking in and I just need something more to take my mind off of Camila and Normani.

I pull him by his collar up to his room as I see Normani leaving the party, probably going home. Honestly I don't know what I'm thinking, I don't think I am thinking at all. I just need an escape.

Once upstairs I push his body down on his bed and straddle him. "Woah what's up with you?" Brad asks but doesn't stop me. He grabs my waist and kisses my lips roughly. I can smell the alcohol strongly in his breath.

As soon as he kisses me I realize what a mistake it was to come up here. We are both clearly intoxicated and our first time together isn't going to be one we won't remember.

"Brad stop" I try to pull back but he just grips me tighter causing me to yelp. My vision is blurry and my body feels weak. I try pushing him off, unsuccessful again. "Brad I don't want to do this right now. Maybe when we're sober" I attempt to sit up but his grip is too strong.

"Lauren just stop fighting. You've been holding out since we've been together and I'm not waiting anymore. You're mine" he whispers and unbuttons my pants. I feel myself losing consciousness due to the alcohol I consumed and I stop fighting. I feel my back hit the bottom of the bed and a body press on top of me.

I want to tell him to stop, to get off of me but I can't. I feel his boner rubbing up against my thigh as he roughly kisses my neck.

In an instant I feel his body pulled off of me and I look down. Luckily my pants are still on so he must not have done anything to me. I hear a voice yelling but I can't focus on the words. I sigh in relief as I feel tiny arms wrapped firmly around me and lifting me off the bed.

I lean into the warmth of the body and smile contently. Once outside the room, I look up at the person who saved me and my mouth drops open. I push the girl off of me "Get away from me fag!" I slur and push past her and downstairs, almost falling quite a few times.

I hear footsteps following me and I groan as I head to my car. This girl just can't leave me alone! No matter where I go, she's right there around me.

I open my car door just to have it immediately shut before I can even enter. I turn to face Camila as my anger begins to boil even more "Stop stalking me! Get the hell away from me or I'll call the cops!" I push her away but she stays where she is.

"Lauren you are drunk. Go ahead and call the cops on me for trying to make sure that you don't get behind the wheels of a vehicle when you are clearly intoxicated out your mind. Now stop acting stupid and let me give you a ride home. Or go back upstairs with your boyfriend who tried taking advantage of you" she spits out and I just stare at her smiling.

She's actually pretty cute. She has long brown hair, beautiful tan skin, big brown eyes and an amazing ass. It must be the alcohol talking but I really want to kiss those plump lips of hers.. it's definitely the alcohol talking.

"Why do you care?" I lean against her slightly so I won't fall over.

"That's a good question. One that I don't know the answer to. Now are you going to let me take you home or not?" she questioned me as she held onto me to keep me steady.

I just stared at her, taking in her beauty.

"Lauren you aren't going to turn gay just by being in the same car with me. Please let me take you home so you aren't driving home drunk" I look into her eyes and she looks so vulnerable. I nod my head and see her smile lightly.

"I still don't like you though" I add to try and convince her even though I get the feeling I'm trying to convince myself more than her.

I quickly feel myself begin to sober up when her body pins against mine on my car. I feel her chest pressed against mine and her front less than a centimeter from mine. "You know what I think?" she whispers against my ear causing me to shiver even though it's pushing 80 degrees here.

"I think you do like me and you're scared that you're secretly like me. I think... that you want me. I think you're intimidated by me because I make you feel things you never have and that's why you keep messing with me." she winks and helps me to her car as I feel lightheaded and not because of the alcohol.

I want to have a sly remark but I keep my mouth shut because I'm afraid she's actually right.

It's an old car but I get into the passenger seat as Camila gets into the drivers seat. I look around the car and notice a picture of a young woman, maybe in her late 30s or early 40s with a bump on her belly indicated that she was pregnant when the photo was taken.

"Who's that?" I ask the younger girl but she ignores me and asks me for my address. I smirk "If you want my address you have to answer my question" I turn facing her.

"My mom now what is your damn address?" she replied impatiently. I sighed and gave her my address as she began driving. I mentally curse myself for getting so intoxicated because I know my mother will be pissed and probably ground me for a few weeks.

I see the smaller girl stealing a few glances at me every now and then. "Stop staring at me" I mumble as I look out the window.

"I'm making sure you're still alive. Don't worry I'm not into you. I could never like someone like you" her voice was calm and her eyes focused on the road. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Someone like me?

"Someone like me?" I ask the girl, slightly offended that she openly admitted that she wasn't into me.

"Normani lives across from you right?" the tan girl inquired after pulling up to my house and ignoring my question.

"Why?" I ask looking at the girl who gets out the car leaving me alone. The next thing I know, I spot Normani next to the passenger door while Camila helps Normani get me out the car.

I eavesdrop on the conversation between the two girls as I pretend to be completely out of it.

"How did this happen?" Normani asks the younger girl, I'm assuming she's referring to how I ended up getting a ride home from the girl I hated most. I wanted to stop Camila from telling Normani because I know she will probably try to kill Brad for what he did, or tried to do.

"Uhm.. I was looking for the bathroom and I heard someone saying 'Stop' so I went in the room and her boyfriend was on top of her trying to get her pants off. I pulled him off and got her into the car. I didn't feel comfortable with letting her go home while she's so drunk, I don't want to get her in trouble so I came here instead"

"Wow.. that was incredibly sweet of you. Thank you Camila. I know Lauren is an asshole sometimes but she does have a good heart somewhere in there" I smile at my best friend who is trying to defend me.

"I'm sure she does. Her car is still at the guys house but I wouldn't let her go over there alone again if I were you. Take care of her" The smaller girl replied after helping to get me into Normani's house without being spotted by her parents.

I know it's weird but seeing Camila still wanting to make sure I'm okay, even after everything I've been through made me feel really safe around her.

When she let me go I felt alone and wanted to pull her back into my arms. I try pushing away the thoughts of the younger girl but she is all I can think about.

As soon as I get into Normani's bed my eyes get heavy and I fall asleep thinking about Camila.

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This chapter is dedicated to RavenJauregui because she slays (: