Competitive || Lucy/Camila/Lauren

fourteen.

Explicit Content

"Lauren! You owe me one you fucking ass!" Michael whisper-yelled and the only thing I could do was roll my eyes and get his hands off my torso. "I appreciate you getting the answers for me, Clifford. But I overheard you talking about my Camz, so I guess we should just broke things off."

"Wh-what the hell! But we make a deal. And I don't care about your fucking Camz. She have a huge butt— better than yours! I rather go to her instead of you then."

I scoffed. You wish. But I didn't said that to him, instead, ambling my way from the courtyard to the cafeteria where my other three best friends are. "Camz, do you trust me?"

That question was out of nowhere. Keana was looking at me amusedly while Lucy thinks that I'm just saying this because it sounds suspicious. I can read people faces, that is like, my sixth sense.

Camz looked at me for a short amount of time and I only shrug.

"O-of course I trust you," she said, biting her lip while her eyebrows arched into a frown. Seemingly in a deep thought. I grin happily.

"Follow me. Do you guys mind we both going somewhere else?"

"Sure."

"Oh fuck no. I'm going with you."

That second part was Lucy's.

At the corner of my eyes I could see Camila slightly pouting at Keana and my heart clenches at the thought of Camila only liking Keana but not me.

"It's ok baby. Go with Lo okay? I will be in class by the time the bell rings."

The only thing I could do was looked away when they shared a brief kiss while Lucy scoffed softly.

When they pulled away Keana was looking anyway so no one would saw them. Paranoid. I knew Keana hated when people are judgemental towards her. She doesn't like when people talk behind her back. A brilliant idea pops up in my mind. I smirk internally. But on the outside, I take Camila's hand and pulled her along with me. Lucy behind with Keana.

I sighed in relief when me and Camila finally have our alone time.

I take her to the staircase where not a lot of people really appreciate. Even the Principal. Sometimes I came her and painted the walls or write quotes on them. That's why people doesn't like this part of the school. Dirty, and... weird.

To Camila, her mouth was widely open, taking the surroundings with her eyes raking everywhere. The spray cans ink, the painting, the marks. She softly traced the words with her index and my stomach twist in a good way when she let out a small 'wow'.

"Why hadn't I seen this before?"

"This part of the school is not famous," I said, shrugging.

"What? It's so frickin' beautiful. Like seriously!"

I looked away and blushed.

"It seems to be an anonymous who's doing this."

"It's me. I don't want people to know who did this or I would be in trouble, but I don't think Mr Maze would care anyways."