A Change Of Directions (Camren)

Chapter 35: Paperplanes

Okay, so what if we were high school juniors and supposed to graduate in one year, we were still allowed to be a little bit nostalgic and do childish things.

"My paper plane's gonna fly further than yours!" Shawn announced, raising his self-made paper plane.

"Are you kidding? Mine's like, the Super Plane of all planes!" Noah retorted, showing a different kind of paper plane.

I rolled my eyes at them.

"Please, don't be so childish," I scolded them, before I smirked and held up mine. "Mine is the ultimate paper plane that is gonna whoop your asses."

"Uhm, I'm just going to ignore what I just witnessed and say hello."

Quickly hiding my paper plane behind my back, I whipped around and innocently beamed at Lauren.

She laughed and held out her arms, "C'mere, let me give you a hug, you big baby."

I happily complied, distantly hearing Shawn snicker to Noah and they both left to let their paper planes fly somewhere else than the auditorium.

"So this is how you spend your lunch break when I'm not here? Making paper planes with Shawn and Noah?" Lauren playfully asked, looking at mine. Proudly, I showed her the artwork I made.

"Look," I enthusiastically said, pointing to the wings of my paper plane, "I painted our initials on it. C&L, see?"

Lauren chuckled before she turned to me, "Though I enjoy this side of yours, can we get serious for a moment?"

Instantly, I let my hand with the paper plane drop and my face turned dead serious.

"What happened?"

Lauren laughed, "No, not that serious. I was just wondering if you happen to know why Jennifer Mont voluntarily quit the cheerleading team, along with the few who belonged to the group that harrassed me?"

"Why would I have anything to do with it?" I innocently said, and I meant it.

About Jennifer and the other Cheerleaders I had no idea, but I could guess. Probably Dinah's doing.

"Camila!" Lauren huffed. "You tell me not to use threats, but then you chase them off the cheerleading team yourself."

I defensively held up my hands, bringing my paper plane into sight again and that made her crack a small smile.

"I really don't know," I admitted. "I never told Jennifer to quit the team, and I'm not the one who threatened the others."

Though that made me wonder. Why didn't Dinah tell me that she had taken over the job of making the backstabbing cheerleaders quit?

"Why don't you ask Dinah if she's in on this?" I suggested.

Lauren frowned. "Well, that's strange, because she was the first one to know about Mont and the others quitting, and she asked me if that was your doing."

Now we stood there, as clueless as before. If Dinah hadn't done it, then who? Shawn was out of the question because he had nothing to bribe the Cheerleaders with, and to think of Normani was even more unreal.

"You know what," I began, "it doesn't matter. They're off the team and they can't bother you anymore. What's important is here and now."

I took her hand and put my paper plan into her grasp. Then I raised her arm and beckoned her to throw it.

She questioningly looked at me and I softly smiled at her.

"Metaphors are important," I gently said, positioning her hand with the paper plane at her eye level. "Let it fly, the way we are going to fly into the bright lights of our future. And when it lands, it just means that we've found the place we belong to."