A Change Of Directions (Camren)

Chapter 1 : A badass in town

I'm back bitches!

Ok so this story is NOT mine I found it on fanfiction. This story is originally a faberry fanfic but I've converted it to a camren fanfic so more people read it because it's sooo good. All credits go to original Author.

Btw there's a lot of glee resemblance in this.

AN: This is the first chapter of a long, exhausting ride. I hope you are prepared.

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"Are you sure you don't want me to drive you to scho-"

"Yeah, just give me your car keys." I interrupted her harsher than I had intended to, receiving a hurt look in return. I didn't mean to snap at her, but it was partially her fault that I was stuck in Ohio now and that sucked, real hard. Out of all the places in the world, my biological mother had to live in Ohio.

"Which one?" Samantha asked. She held out two car keys. "The Range Rover or the Escalade?"

I arched my eyebrows at this. "Don't you have a car that doesn't scream 'rob me I'm filthy ritch'?"

Samantha drew her lips to a thin line in irritation.

"I've told you to attend Walnut Hills High School where everyone drives good cars!" She sighed, visbily annoyed. I rolled my eyes at this. We had discussed this over and over and I still didn't want to go to a school where she would be hanging around all day. It was enough if we saw each other from late afternoon to the next morning, I didn't need to encounter her in the school hallways too.

"No, only the members of your Vocal group drive Range Rovers." I knew all about her very generous sponsors.

"Yes and the rest drives Escalades." Samantha replied like it was obvious, with her hands on her hips and a stern look plastered on her face.

"Lima Senior High School is a joke. A school that doesn't support musical education, I don't know what's wrong with the headmaster."

"I don't care. This school's closer than
Walnut Hills and I'm only going there for a year, so what difference does it make? By the way, I'll take the motorcycle."

Before Samantha could block my way to the keys hanging on the wall, I reached around her and snatched the keys to her Ducati. When I had first seen the bike stand in her garage, I had rubbed my eyes twice and pinched myself. But then I had remembered that she used to be young, rich and foolish, too. And that was where our first and only resemblance could be found. And that precious baby was apparently a souvenir of Samantha's 'wild days'.

Grabbing my backpack off the floor with the other hand, I quickly skipped out of the house to stride in long paces to the garage.

"You are not old enough to drive and you don't even have a driving licence for this!" I heard Samantha shouting after me.

"Don't worry, I took yours." I yelled back, swinging one leg over the Ducati.

"What? You'll never pass for 35!"

Ignoring her and biting back a snide remark that she was no way just 35, I put on the matching black helmet which looked as badass as the bike. Keys in ignition, one swift kick and the motor was growling in a low, deep bass which vibrated through my whole body. I smoothly rolled out of the garage, not wanting to scratch the Range Rover parking next to it.

"And do you even know how to drive it?"

Startled, I saw Samantha waiting outside the garage with her arms crossed, a sceptical look on her face, which did have lots of resemblance to mine. She really was just the older version of me.