Changed For Good.

Part 8

Blair looked at her watch one more time.
“She can’t be too far away.” Laura leaned back against the stage, feeling Cameron’s leg against her arm. “She’s normally pretty punctual.”
“What are you going to say?” Cameron directed to Blair, who had started to pace. They heard her let out a deep breath. Laura felt bad enough already; now Blair was going to have to try to convince her mother to keep her in the play.
She turned slightly, needing a little comfort from the girl beside her.
“I’m sorry.” She said for the hundredth time, quietly pacing her hand on her thigh. Cameron looked down at her, gently placing her hand on her own.
“Blair’s got this. Don’t worry.”
“I see my daughter didn’t listen to a word I said last night!”
“Shit,” Laura whispered, hearing her mother’s voice over her shoulder. She stepped away from Cameron, knowing this was not going to go well.
“Mrs. Jordan, thank you for making time to see me.”
Blair reached out her hand, which the woman rudely ignored.
“Miss Williams. As I have stated to my daughter I am taking her out of your production effected immediately!”
“Mrs. Jordan, I fully understand that you are not happy with the twist that was added to the play, and I can assure you that it has been removed from these last two performances, but please Laura is the lead in this production. We have no performance without her.”
Laura’s mother looked her over. Her eye skimped over the girl sitting quietly on the stage.
“I don’t want my daughter anywhere near this girl.”
“Why?” Blair looked between the girls. “Mrs. Jordan, these girls have worked hard to make this the best production this school has had. Their friendship shines through in their characters. They are a team. They make this show what it is.”
Mrs. Jordan walked down between them. Her eye fell on her daughter.
“Laura has told me the real nature of this ‘friendship’.” She turned to Blair. “And to say the least, I am not happy that this school is promoting this kind of behaviour.”
Blair pursed her lips. This woman standing before her was not only Laura’s mother but Jo’s stepmother, her girlfriend’s stepmother.
Laura could see Blair’s jaw tighten. She glimpsed at Cameron across from her before she decided to end this.
“I’ll do it.”
She felt their eyes all fall on her. She met her mothers. “I’ll move to Houston if you let me finish these last two performances with Cameron.”
Blair saw Cameron about to say something and quickly put her hand up, stopping her. This was between mother and daughter.
Laura stood there nervously, rubbing her thumb with her fingers. She could see her mother’s mind ticking. She was giving her what she wanted. Away from Miami, away from Cameron, away from her embarrassment.
Mrs. Jordan’s eyes fell on the girl sitting on the stage. She wanted this girl out of her daughter’s life.
“Fine,” She turned back to Blair. “Laura can continue with the production as long as they are supervised at all times on school grounds. Jo is aware of her grounding conditions.”
Blair let out a sigh of relief.
“Thank you, Mrs. Jordan, I’ll be sure to contact Jo to insure your wishes.”
“Good!” Laura felt her mother’s eyes fall on her. “I will be in touch with your moving details. Miss Williams.” She acknowledged as she headed up the auditorium aisle, leaving them alone.
Blair blew out a breath, turning her attention to Laura. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you, Miss, for having my back.” Laura heard movement behind her. She could see the tears in her eyes as the girl stood up and ran backstage.
“Cam...”
“Go.” Blair touched her arm, knowing the girl’s heart had just broken. “You need to go after her.”

Laura searched everywhere she could think until she found her leaning over the sink in the girls’ toilets. She pushed the door closed quietly. She quickly glimpsed in the mirror at the cuticles behind them checking they were alone. She made her way closer to the upset girl. She swallowed.
“I need to do this performance with you. It is as important to me as it is to you. This is ours, Cam, I can’t let you down.” She watched Cameron shake her head, pursing her lips.
“Then you’re leaving.”
“Yeah, well...” Laura leaned back against the sink bench. “I’m hoping I’ve brought enough time to change that.” She took a glimpse at her girlfriend beside her.
“Would you? You will visit me, right, if I have to go? I mean this; this is not over because I have to move? Right?”
Cameron stayed silent. She’d wanted to jump in and tell Laura’s mother to fuck off and leave them alone! She shook her head at the fact that her girlfriend’s mother hated her before she knew her.
Laura saw the gentle shake of her head. The pain in her chest was instant.
“Cameron, please don’t do this.” She moved closer. “I want to be with you; I need to be with you.”
Cameron’s shoulders fell. She lifted her head, taking in the tear-stained face in the mirror. She’d never seen her reflection look this bad before. So raw.
“This is so hard, Laura; your mum doesn’t even know me yet hates me.” She wiped her cheek, turning to face her. “My folks are going to kill me if I tell them the girl they let into their house has been making out with their daughter in her bedroom, in the next room to her baby sister.” She sighed, turning back to look at her reflection. She could see Laura’s reflection looking back at her. They observed the two girls staring back at them in the mirror. This was what the world was looking at; this was what the world didn’t want to see.
Laura locked onto those brown orbs, looking back at her.
She knew what she had to do.
She stuck her hand in her jeans pocket, checking the time on her phone. They had fifteen minutes before the next class, three hours before school finished. An extra twenty minutes before Jo was due to pick her up.
“Fuck school. Let’s get out of here.” She wet her lip, putting her phone back.
Cameron stood up, wiping her cheeks. “Where are we going?”
Laura smiled, slipping her fingers into hers.
“The only place we can.”

Jo pushed the door open, almost dropping the phone balanced under her ear.
“Are you sure? I can always pick him up, and Laura can go back in with you. Or is that something considered not cool, carpooling with your teacher?” Smiling as Blair commented, her eye fell on the schoolbag sitting on the couch in the lounge.
“Nah, that’s cool. I will.” She entered the lounge, noticing the second school bag hanging on the staircase rail.
“Hey, um, how were the girls after Laura’s mum left?” Her eye-line raised the stairs where Laura’s bedroom was.
“Cameron was upset. Laura took off after her.”
Jo stepped onto the first couple of stairs, spotting a piece of uniform up a step ahead of her.
“Poor Cameron, she was heartbroken that Laura said she’d move if she could finish Wicked. I knew I would be.”
Jo stopped on the stairs. Her eye locked on Laura’s closed bedroom door. Another layer of uniform lying in front of it.
“There’s only one way I’d know how to fix your broken heart.”
“Hmmm, and how’s that, Joey?” She heard Blair smile in her ear. She shook her head, laughing to herself. She knew what she meant. She headed back downstairs.
“Maybe I’ll show you later tonight, but for now, Miss Williams...” She grabbed her mail off the breakfast counter.
“You need a cover story for two absent teenage girls.”
“What!?”
Blair yelled down the phone. Jo put her hand on the door knob turning it quietly as she closed it behind her.
“Laura’s trying to mend a broken heart.”


Brown orbs were locked on the Moon print above Laura’s bed while the rest of her body absorbed what was happening to it. Her hands were fisted in the sheets, her lips parted. Her hips, thighs, and stomach muscles react to every touch every movement from Laura against her.
She felt another jolt. Her eyes closed this time as the sound escaped her throat. There was a pleasure in this pain. Her nerves and senses jump with excitement every time. Every time Laura...
The sound escaped her throat again, this time her fist unclenched only to knot in the dark hair below her tummy button. This pain, this pleasure, it was driving her crazy!
Laura heard her breath catch and the moan escape again. It was all the motivation she needed to know she was doing this right. Now that she was here with Cameron, she knew she wanted to do this. She felt the fingers get locked in her messy, loose ponytail.
It hadn’t taken Cameron long to understand what Laura was doing, what Laura wanted to do with her, to her. She’d hesitated a moment. It was her first time, and even though they had been much closer to this point the night before, it still scared her.
But the moment she felt Laura’s touch, her touch there on her flesh, her body reacted, reacting in pleasure and pain; she wanted this, god, she wanted this!
She felt Laura move above her. The dark hair came into her view. Lips brushed over hers as Cameron felt the movement slip inside her.
Laura bit her lip gently as she arched up against her. This was it; she wanted her, and she was going to fight for her for this. For them. No matter what. She was going to make this right.