Bad Religion » Laurmani

Chapter Four.

Disclaimer: Use of marijuana will be included in this chapter.

(I hate to spoil shit, but.)

Lauren's POV.

Believe me when I say that Camila and Dinah are attached at the hip. They are literally inseparable. It's been an entire week of school now and the two are constantly together. Which meant that Normani and I were always on the side.

I just want to give Normani her space, you know? Well, I don't necessarily want to but it's obviously what she wants.

We're just sort of quiet now. I can tell when she tries to extend a conversation just because she's being nice to me. I don't want her to feel obligated to do anything for me. Camila's my best friend and Dinah is hers. They're the ones getting involved. Not Normani and I. It doesn't matter.

I'm not one to be secretive about why I'm upset. But she knows exactly what she did. I don't have to explain shit.

"Are you excited for the party tonight?" Camila asked as she sprawled out across my bed all ready to go. I was in a robe fresh out of the shower with my hair dried and makeup done deciding on what to wear. Parties weren't exactly Camila's thing. It didn't take her that long to get ready. She was probably going to want to leave with Dinah after thirty minutes.

It'd be nice to get my mind off of things for the night and plus, maybe I'd meet a cute boy and dance with him. Who knows? "Fuck yeah! Only if I can pick out something to wear."

"Just put something on. Anything. It doesn't matter, Lo." Wow. She really didn't get it.

"Camila." I spun around to face her with a hand propped upon my hip. "It does matter. You know that Troy has all the hottest guys invited and that any he missed, Ally invited them herself. I'm going to meet them and have a good first weekend."

I could hear her scoff and could picture her eyes practically rolling to the back of her head as Camila sat up on her elbows to get a better look at me. "Lauren. You're so pretty. You don't have to worry about that," she stated. "You could get anybody you wanted. Guy or girl. Trust me on this one."

"But I don't even like girls." I said as I examined a black dress with sheer fabric right down the center of the chest. Honestly? Saying that sounded like such a routine. I was almost numb to it.

Camila was now sitting criss crossed on my bed with her hands placed in her lap. "I'm not trying to question your sexuality here but are you really telling me that you have never seen a girl and be attracted to her? Never ever?"

Well duh, I've found girls attractive before. But have I ever stared at her lips and thought about mine being on them? Or her mouth skimming acro--

"Yes I am, Cabello."

"Ooor have you ever like, liked a girl the way you could like a boy? Feel those butterflies when you talk and just want to always be around her? You just want to see her happy. Do what you can to make sure that she's happy. Because that beautiful and stunning smile means the whole world to you and more."

...Oh...

"No I have not."

With my body turned and slipping into my dress, I heard Camila the drama queen fall back onto the mattress with one of the heaviest sighs I've ever heard from her. "You're so weird." She said with a giggle. "Girls are...they're girls. They understand feelings more and are pretty and lovely and smell so nice and wonderful. You're missing out."