Viridescent Flares

4

"What the fuck?" Dinah exclaimed, coming from the stairs and appearing in the dining room. She saw the bandage in my hand, stains of blood still present in my knuckles. "What caused you to do that? That's the fourth time this month, y/n. I'm warning you—one more and I'll call your parents."

"You wouldn't," I challenged, already seated between Camila and Ally.

"Really, uh?" The Polynesian contested and fished for her phone. "I'm calling them right now."

"You said one more. I haven't done anything yet," I shrugged, nonchalant about her threats.

Dinah glared at me for a second and Normani stood behind her, unaware of what's happening. She switched glances confusedly from her girlfriend to me.

"If you weren't so smart," Dinah grumbled, sitting on her usual place where Lauren was already sitting on her left and Normani settled to the other side.

I knew I pissed her off, having treated like that when she only cared. I know I shouldn't have done that, but it came to me so easily that I couldn't stop myself from doing that. I do that to every people, actually. I cut them off when they're saying too much.

I nearly jumped when I felt a hand landing on my thigh. It was Camila's, silently telling me to stop. I did and Tyrell came, serving us the foods he cooked and immediately went back to the kitchen. On the other hand, Calvin stood on the corner of the room, watching us as we eat as he waits for any order from us.

Our attentions were gathered when the shortest cleared her throat, making our heads turn to her.

"I guess you all know that we're having our first livestream with Lauren later," she announced, always being the one who does things like this when it comes to the band. "We're going to introduce Lauren to the world as our new bassist."

Camila clapped her hands together, being joined by everybody else thereafter—surprisingly even me. I know we weren't on good terms but with the Cuban sitting beside me, her words earlier made me contemplate the anger I'm feeling for the green eyed girl. I might act like an asshole for her but that's only because—as much as I hate to admit it—Lauren still got me tied down in her hands. I'm mad at her because I hate the power she has over me.

The problem is, I don't know if I want to take that power off of me.

I want to show her that I've moved on and I don't want her anymore because of what she did to me, but I'm failing miserably. I hate it because I can't prove her the things that I want to—and that is because, as Camila says it, Lauren have always been my soft spot.

"What are we going to do then?" Dinah asked, referring to the play we're about to make.

"Let's not show them Lauren first," Camila suggested, grinning excitedly at the mentioned girl.

"Mila, that's for sure," Normani said as a matter-of-fact. "The thing is how are we going to make it a surprise?"