Camila kept bugging you about homecoming. You really weren't sure about going, yet she wouldn't give up. You both were currently at your house, which is how it's been for the last week. You were playing 2k and she was naming off reasons of why you both should go. However, you were clearly not paying attention. You were the Denver Nuggets and was down by 2 points in the last minute. There was no possible way you could pay attention to her at a moment like this! It was the most important part of the game. "Y/N." Camila says. No response. "Babe." Still no response. "Alright, guess you're not getting any kitty tonight or at homecoming." Hearing those words made you pause the game immediately. "Huh, why?" You mutter out, looking at the Latina. "Cause you're not paying attention to me!" She throws at pillow at your head playfully. "Oh you did not." You reply, grabbing the pillow. "Yes I did. What're you gonna do about it." She smirks. "Y/N PUT ME DOOWWWNN!" Camila says as you lift her up. "Nope." You start spinning in circles. "I'M GONNA THROW UP." Those words immediately make you put her down. You lay flat on your bed and she climbs onto your lap. You look at her, you've seen that look in her eyes. Meaning, she wanted it. You wrapped your arms around her waist. She begins grinding in circles on your area. In seconds, you're already hard, just hearing her light moans every time she adds too much pressure, rubbing herself also on accident... it.. it was just too much. This was gonna be a long night.
*Time skip (homecoming night)*
Y/N's Point of View
Camila somehow managed to drag you to the dance. You spent all week picking what you both were gonna wear. She wanted to do either a pink or white look, but you wanted a maroon/black type vibe. So you both chose on this.
Camila's outfit:
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Your outfit:
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You guys finally just agreed on red. It was sort of in the middle of pink and maroon if you think about it. You were sitting at the entrance waiting to get in when all of a sudden someone walked by catching your eye. It was Ariana... and my God did she look so damn good.
Ariana's Point of View
It was exactly 3 hours before homecoming began. I was rushing to get ready. "Ugh, Victoria idk what I'm gonna wear, or how I'm gonna do my hair." I huffed, sitting on my bed. "Chill Ariana, you're acting like you're trying to impress someone." Doug chimed in. "Yeah, you are." Liz looked at me. They all had suspicious looks at their face. I just avoided their eye contact and didn't say a word. "You are, aren't you." Courtney jumped in along with them. "I-I.. u-uh, no. That'd be d-dumb." I mutter out. "YOU ARE!!" They all shouted at once. "No I'm not!" I replied. "Ari. We all know when you're lying. You don't hide it well." Doug said. I proceeded to do my makeup, ignoring what he had just said. "Who is it?" Courtney came and sat by me. "It's no one. I said I'm not trying to impress anyone." I lied again. "Mhm, be that way, but I'll make sure you stand out tonight so you can impress whoever you're trying to. Just as long as it isn't Pete again." Courtney replied. I made a fake gagging noise, causing my friends to laugh. I wonder what she had planned for me to wear. She then left, probably going to go find something. I just really wanted something to get Y/N's attention. Just, something inside me wanted her so bad. I haven't been able to get her off my mind for weeks. We've had little bump ins like usual because Y/N doesn't ever watch where she's going. I chuckled just thinking of it. I knew she liked me back. Anytime she accidentally ran into me, her cheeks would flush and she'd begin to stutter. She wasn't like that with anyone else, even Camila. Camila had been posting a lot about her this past week. Making subtle disses, like "achurrois better than acannoli 💅". I ended up commenting on it and said "at least it's full of cream 🤷🏽♀️". Which is why I'm sure she was extremely pissed off at me. I didn't care however, the only thing I cared about tonight was getting Y/N out of her grasp. Yes it was rude to do so, but I couldn't just sit there and wait. I needed her. I needed to wear something out of the ordinary. Something to really get her attention. An hour passed by, suddenly Courtney rushes in. "I... have... the.. perfect.... dress." She says in between breaths. Meaning she had been running to get her. She shows me the dress and... oh my. It's gorgeous. This.. this will definitely make an impression. "Thanks Court... this... this.. is perfect."
A/N:
Alright, alright this is the last of the cannoli joke. I'monlydoing so cause ya know.. the obvious Italian in this story. However, it's getting old now lol. But sorry if this update was underwhelming. I've just beenextremely tired lately. Heck I'm tired now, and I took a 4 hour nap when I got home. I've also had a bit of writer's block because I didn't know exactly where I wanted to go with the whole homecoming thing. Hopefully things will be smoother once Camila is out of the picture. Not gonna say when that happens, but then I won't have to worry about so many perspectives and then confuse myself lol. However, that is all, so ✌
