A Change Of Directions (Camren)

Chapter 4 : Partners in crime

Camila be looking like she did the Kylie lip challenge in the second picture I'm-

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Day two. I could do this. Just another 363 days and I was back in New York.

I was back in Lima High, it was Tuesday and I got here with the same motorcycle again. This time, I had parked the bae next to Lauren's car so I had a reason to see her after school when she allowed herself to drop the bitch act.

There were only few classes I had with her and it was only today that I had realized that she was in my spanish lesson too. She was sitting between Dinah and Normani, all three of them in the second row. I was in the fourth and last row but I still had a good view of her very nice backside, because the kid who had sat in front of me yesterday had moved to another seat in the first row. Good.

And even though there was one seat behind the three, I had managed to shoo everyone away who had even dared to look at this seat longingly. A very menacing glare and a cold sneer was enough to keep them away.

I knew they found it strange why I just didn't sit there myself, but I wanted to keep a healthy distance between Lauren and I, where I couldn't reach out in trance and try to touch her hair or do something equally stupid. It didn't mean that I wanted to avoid her altogether though. So back off guys, she was my eye candy. The only thing that made this spanish lesson more bearable.

Mr Cowell was blabbing away with his mediocre spanish skills while half of the class attempted to follow. They scribbled down notes of grammatic rules and wrote down some new vocabularies but judging by their puzzled looks, none of them really understood what their teacher was trying to say.

I leaned back in my chair and chose to stare at Lauren's backside instead. Only moments later, like she could feel my eyes burning a hole into the back of her head, she slowly turned around in her seat.

I felt my smirk slip back into place just in time for her to catch me unabashedly staring at her. I didn't know why, but a frown immediately appeared on her face, like it was programmed to do so the moment she saw me. That did hurt some of my ego.

But anyway, I gave her a wink like her frown didn't faze me. She turned back around with an idignant huff, obviously not so amused at my not so secret advances on her. Whether it bothered her that it was me hitting on her or generally a girl, I didn't know, but I could guess that it was unfamiliar territory for her. You didn't hit on your same gender that openly in Lima.

My eyes thoughtfully darted to Dinah who was throwing little paper scraps onto the dude's hair sitting in front of her. Well, she obviously had something going on with Normani and both were Lauren's best friends, so homophobia couldn't be the reason why Lauren reacted so indignant to my blunt flirting.

I had to ask her. Genuinely. This sincere question could either add me some bonus points or completely ruin me but I had to try, normal methods of flirting weren't sufficient anymore for a special girl like that.

But wait – of course, there was still a quarterback boyfriend in the way, though I didn't believe he would be a big problem. Lauren didn't have to break up with him to be able to hook up with me. Just one night was enough and my interest in her would fade away after that, and she could handle it as a small, one time being mistake. No harm done, she could maintain her fake relationship for popularity reasons and I could find a new shell to crack, for entertainment reasons.

All was good. This was the perfect plan. Most of the fun was trying to get the girl anyway, sex was just the cherry on top.

The bell rang and cut Mr Cowell off in his sentence and no one bothered to stay in there seat and wait for him to continue what he had wanted to say. Everyone was rushing out of the classroom while Cowell desperately shouted after them to do their homework. And because I had been too slow with my movements, I found myself to be the last one in this classroom.