Grease (Camila/You)

.05

Rydell High School
Venice, California 1959

"Everybody say Rangers on three. One, two and... Three!" The flash of the kodak camera went off, capturing the image of the new Varsity cheer team all posing, and partially blinding Camila, whose eyes were accustomed to the dark light in the field house. All of the girls had changed into their uniforms for the picture, and Camila didn't really appreciate the way the cheer sweater itched her wrists and how the collar was tight against her neck. It also took a bit of convincing from Ariana to get Camila to throw her hair into an innocently high ponytail like everybody else.

Her smile for the picture had probably not been her best one being that it was fake, but she didn't care at this point. All of the excited chatter and giggles of her new cheer mates were drowned out by her beating heart. Her mind was racing as she tried to answer at least one question she was asking herself, but having no luck. Her mind had been trying to process throughout the whole cheer meeting and Ariana's small speech, but when she finally began to realize what had just happened, she was eager to get out of the field house and to finally figure out if she had in fact seen Y/N, or if she had just imagined the Y/EC eyed girl.

"Alright, girls, practices start next week! They are every Tuesday and Thursday after school, and on Mondays and Wednesdays during whatever gym you have. Coach Pitt has given you all pardons for it, so don't worry. Also, I am throwing an after-party at my house, only the exclusive were invited and that means you all. It is mandatory and I expect you all to be there." Ariana announced adding a sarcastic wink so the seriousness would dissolve. "Go Rangers!" She finished, standing on top of one of the random chairs strewn about the field house. The girls around Camila all cheered loudly before getting ready to go. But before even the first girl bent down to pick up her things, Camila was already bursting out of the field house doors.

In front of her, students crowded the football field, all coming down from the bleachers and making their ways towards the exit. The stadium lights shone down on everybody as Camila frantically looked around, tip-toeing over heads and jumping a few times to see better. She saw no sign of Y/N and let out an annoyed huff.

She walked as fast as she could over to the stairs of the bleachers, hoping that maybe if she got to higher ground she could see better. She felt a headache growing behind her eyes and regretted putting her hair in such a tight ponytail.

"Cabello!" Camila's head whipped to the side, hoping that whoever was calling her name was the very girl she was looking for. But of course, it was just Dinah, beckoning her over to her friends that had all been waiting for her.

Camila was surprised to see the four girls leaning against the bleacher railings. She hadn't expected them to wait for her.

She crossed over in between bleacher seats, still looking out over the sea of walking students for any sign of the girl. She turned up with no luck, feeling disappointment take over her when as she stopped in front of Ally and figured that her mind was playing tricks on her. Her longing for Y/N must be messing with her head.

"What're you looking for? You seem a little lost." Dinah asked, twirling a curl in her hair around her finger. Camila looked around one last time, checking every space around the stadium that her eyes had already seen a thousand times, and still only seeing a sea of random kids she had never met.

"Nothing," She looked over at Dinah and tried to make her sigh discreet. "I just thought I recognized someone."

"Congrats, baby!" Normani said, doing a little shoulder shake as she kissed Camila's cheek. "You're now officially a 'jock.' You gotta get us all the juicy deets from the queens." Ally pulled something out of her purse and held it behind her back.