Daddy

one

Lauren Pov

Let's just say, that I was not everyone's average 17 year old.

Far from what you think a 17 year old would be.

I was different

Secretly, I had kinks.

Many mamny many kinks

And I like to know how clever I can be.

You see, I have a neighbour and I know so much about her. She is intersex and I think its kinda cool as sexy.

She has a daddykink.

And God, I want her, and only her

And everyone knows basically. That I Laure Jauregui; Get everything I want.
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I ran through the school halls looking from door to door trying to find classroom 15.
My long black hair swayed across my back as I flipped my head from side to side.

I soon stopped dead in my track as I was hiking up my block skirt befor opening the classroom door, finding all of my classmate staring back at me.

I blew a bubble, from the bubble gum that was in my mouth, as it soon after hopped and I winked at a few people before making my way to assigned seat.

"Miss Jauregui do you have note?"

I quickly looked up, raising an eyebrow as I soon realised that I didn't and I shook my head in reply, chewing on the end of my pencil.

"Did you know that someone became deaf from chewing on lead"

I flipped my head to the side and smiled sarcastically "Well perhaps if I'm deaf it means I won't have to listen to you snobs twentt four seven."

The teacher sigher as I rolled my eyes.

This happens mostly every single day, I make a snarky comment, and get a detention.

"Lauren, this is inappropriate dressing your skirts have to be at least knee height," she said pointing towards my skirt that was definitely above my knees.

"But Miss, as you can easily see, that long skirts doesn't suits me." I groaned as she shook her head.

"You've been doing this too many times, a phone call to home or maybe to see the Principal will clear your mind." She licked her finger before pulling a detention silp out of her notebook, writing down my reason for a detention.

I sighed deeply, before slipping out of my sear and collecting the note from teacher.

"Well, thank you I appreciate it." I said sarcastically as Brad laughed from the back of the class.

I couldn't help it.

Everyone has something about them that stands out from everyone else, and I guess mine was my sassy remarks and sarcastic humour.

"I'll see you at detention." the teacher pulled a serious face as her wrinkles were being shown off every easily.

"Jesus" I whisphered to myself before shaking my head and walked back to my seat.

"Lets start another day in hell." I spoke rather loudly rolling my eyes as my teacher glard at me.

"Don't make it two detentions Miss. Jauregui." She warned as I placed my head on the desk, sighing.

Let the day begin.
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I smiled softly admiring the view of my neighbour as she threw off her jacket and ran a hand through her long hair.

Camila fell flat faced on her bed as she kicked off her shoes and looked out the window, locking her eyes with mine. I waved and gave a small smile before turing around and staring at myself in the mirror before smiling at my black hair hat I just recently curled after school.

I looked in the corner of my eye, and saw Camila smiling as she got up chewing on her lip as her eyes were glued to my body.

I quickly picked up my phone and typed rather fast, before pressing send, and looking up to see Camila picking up his phone, instantly smiling.

Me : Like what you see?

Camz : Yes, show me more?

Me : Clam down, you're 40 ;)

Camz : I'm pretty sure your parents wouldn't let a 40 year old be your baby sitter when you were 15.

I furrowed my eyebrows together befor looking up at her confusingly. When I was 15 year old, my parents were busy with their own business, and they traveled almost every weekend, sometimes they didn't come back for days and so my mother was thinking of finding a baby sitter, and me being the 15 year old me, I mentioned the neighbour Camila Cabello.

I must admit, I had huge crush on her back wgen I was young, the way her bandanas pushed back her brown hair, and how you would hear her play her guitar every day.

But that's all different now, I'm pretty sure she threw that guitar away beacuse I never hear her playing guitar, and her bandanas were found in her garbage bin.

She immediately lost all hope of becoming a rockstar, and living her dream life. Well that's what she told me

(FLASH BACK)
"What are looking at?" I asked twirling a stand of my hair arounf my finger as Camila chuckled.

"You are very nosy" She pointed out as I laughed. It's true, I always had to be in everyone's business.

"Why don't you play guitar anymore? Daddy said that it's beacuse you're becoming a lawyer....." I trailed off as Camila's eyes grew wide.

"Don't you mean your father?" She asked rather quickly as a I nodded.

"I call him daddy." I replied raising an eyebrow rather confused as Camila blinked very slowly.

She bounced her knee up and down before taking a breath, "Can you call me daddy?" She asked as I stared at her.

"It will make you feel better sinve your father isn't around for a bit, plus I basically will be playing your father role by taking care of you and stuff." She said slowly as I nodded smiling.

"Okay daddy"

(FLASH BACK END)

Ever since that night, I called her daddy, beacuse it made me feel like my father was actually around, and I felt safe with Camila.

But that all change when I learnt details about sex and kinks also.

And one stood out to me the most,

Daddy kink.

I snapped out my trance and stared, as I laughed to myself quietly before walking over to the window and seeing her face drop.

I smirked at her and quickly closed my blinds before laying down on the bed.

"Lauren we are home!" My dad called from downstairs as I stared at the clock that sat on my bedside table.
4:15pm

I slighty rolled over and pulled my laptop from under neath my bed, sitting up and typing away.

My eyes grew heavy, as I laid my head on the pillow and blinked slowly. And the only thing that stayed on my mind was Camila.