Student Exchange

XVI

"I'm so fucking excited for tonight," Normani repeated for the seven hundred and twenty-seventh time that day.

"Same," The four of us answered simultaneously.

"I don't think you guys understand; she's my queen." Normani tried to explain as we made our way to Lauren's car after a school day that felt eight hours too long.

"Mine's Lauren," I squeezed my girlfriend's hand. My arm was currently draped over her shoulder and she held my hand by her shoulder.

"Awe, Camz," Lauren cooed, scrunching up her nose and then kissing my cheek.

"Boyfriend Camila is alive and well." Dinah said to Ally however I happened to hear it and elbowed her.

We got in the car, immediately putting on Rihanna's new album, and my hand migrated to Lauren's thigh. As we reached a stop light, Lauren turned to me.

"It's weird having two hands to drive," She teased, making reference to the fact that we're either holding hands or her hand on my thigh.

I rolled my eyes playfully and retracted my hand. Lauren laughed and reached for my hand once more. I didn't give in, though, and Lauren leaned over to kiss me. It took me half a second to reciprocate but took twice as long for Dinah to interrupt us.

"It's fucking green, idiots," Lauren and I smiled into the kiss simultaneously and pulled apart. We continued our drive with my hand back in Lauren's lap.

Arriving at home, the five of us were quick to start getting ready in time for dinner before the concert. I showered first and came out of the bathroom with my hair wet along with a hairdryer in my hand.

Lauren went in next and I heard the water come on right before the door opened. Lauren came out with a towel at her chest as she grabbed underwear and a bra from her bag. Passing me, I gave her a caste kiss before she was off.

"Baby," Lauren called out as I had just finished drying my hair. "I'm done in the bathroom if you need it,"

"Thank you," I told her, getting my clothes from a drawer.

I picked out a white, sleeveless crop top with the word 'stussy' on it in black along with high waisted dark blue jeans and nude pumps. I wanted to make sure that if Rihanna picked me out in the crowd, she wouldn't think I was some loser. My hair also ended up in loose waves as I dried it in a braid. Hopefully Lauren thought I was as hot as I tried to make myself look.

When Lauren turned around, I'm pretty sure I forgot to breath for a minute. She was wearing faded black, tight, ripped jeans, also high waisted, and a skin tight, dark burgundy body suit. Lauren kept the messy hair, light make up look except for her eyes where she had applied her liner thicker than usual. She looked beyond attractive. I was close to jumping her.

"Fuck," I said involuntarily.

"You look like my rapper girlfriend, you're just missing the chains," She teased.

"Shut up," I walked towards her. "The shirt is cute,"

"Oh, I like it," Her hands slid around my waist as mine went around her neck. "I like it a lot, but I like messing with you more." She connected our lips, slowly sucking on my bottom lip.

"You look fucking hot, I don't know how you get this cool, intimidating, edgy look without even trying. It's your natural state and, especially when you dress like this, I get bothered very quickly." I told her. "I'm about to jump you,"

"Do it," She provoked. I almost did.

"Your eyes are gorgeous, Lauren."

"Eyeliner isn't too much?" She asked, lacing the fingers of both hands together and swinging our hands together slowly.