Whatever I Am, I'm Yours.

chapter twenty

MEANWHILE DOWNSTAIRS @ THE PARTY

Normani

"Alright," I told the shifty eyed vixen cheerleader as she made her way down the stairs, "How'd it go?"

Keana shrugged while running a hand through her hair, "Looks like it'll go where you guys want it to," she looked over to me and I handed her a Mike's Hard Black Berry Lemonade by her special request , "So can you tell Z so I can be off the hook? I honestly don't want to be threatened by that Hernandez girl again. For someone so small and cute looking, she's got some venom."

I chuckled lightly while shaking my head, "It's that Latina in her. She gets all spicy." I shrugged while we walked over to the living room area to see Dinah talking to Marielle. Once her brown eyes met mine, she dropped the conversation to just smile at me.

I couldn't help but avert my gaze to my cup as I felt my cheeks flaming up, things have never been the same since Orlando.

Before Ariana showed up and joined us on what was suppose to be a pretend date...it was kind of...a real date in the beginning. Dinah called up the uber, paid for it, even paid for our lunch before we went to our shopping and the red head popped up. The conversations were all the same, but her mannerisms were completely different. It was nothing like how we usually were out in the field, in the locker rooms, sitting in the booths of a fast food place after a game with the team, or laughing with drinks in our hands at one of the high school parties we'd attend.

Her attention was solely on me. Her eyes were only on me. I was the only thing on her mind and the only thing she gave notice to.

"Mani," Dinah smiled warmly while waving me over which only made me bite the corner of my lip.

And I enjoyed it.

"Did Lauren stay up there," Dinah asked us while Keana gladly answered her with something about Camila needs to be more original with her name calling. My attention was more on the tall blonde next to me who was surprisingly not ignoring Keana as she spoke.

Oh.

Right.

The Camren defense squad, named by Dinah Jane, confronted Keana at the last party. Well it was mostly Zayn and I who did most of the talking while Ariana and Dinah stood behind us with threatening glares. That was then we learned Keana only had one print out of the locker room scene, but that it had been gone the last time she checked the portfolio she'd kept it in between the pictures she took for year book. Which only lead Dinah and Ariana to start yelling at her like they were seething dogs with rabies while Zayn and myself surprisingly thought of the same thing.

It was in her year book portfolio, which means someone from yearbook must've taken it either without noticing or out of curiosity. The question was...which yearbook member could've done it?

"Troye!" I looked up to see Marielle waving for this lanky blue eyed porcelain skinned boy who nodded his head before walking over to our little huddle. I couldn't help but admire how well his nose piercing fit along with how effortless the curls on his chestnut hair shined and bounced. Not to mention that his sense of style even made me think over my setup.

Wearing a white sweatshirt that had four lines going horizontally over his chest, both lines on the bottom and top white while the middle were blue and red, a gold chain link necklace, dark skinny jeans, and some worn out of hi-tops that almost matched the sweatshirt. It was so simple...but he worked it so well.

There's no way a guy would put that much thought into his outfit unless he was-

"Mari," he chimed while he hugged the girl before looking over to Dinah, Keana, and I, "Ladies. Keychain. Queen DJ and...Normani Hamilton herself. It's a pleasure, after all these years to finally be a witness to your beauty."