Lauren Jauregui; Captain of the softball team. Most popular girl in school. Every girls hero and every guys dream. She's dating the most popular girl in school; Kendall Jenner. She has everything. Perfect grades. Perfect girl. But shes failing one subject. History. She couldn't be bothered with it. It was in the past, and it should stay in the past. Kendall was a brainiac, but whenever their teacher would assign her to tutor Lauren it never worked out. That's where she came in. Camila Cabello; Beauty, brains.. Invisible? Yes, she was gorgeous, and smart, even sexy. But she was completely invisible in school.. Nobody knew who she was. Except, they did. In a way she wished they didn't. They knew her as the school slut. Because she got pregnant in the eighth grade. And now she's assigned to tutor the girl she's been madly in love with since then. The girl she hasn't talked to in three years. Lauren and Camila had a secret. A deep one. Lauren was the cause of Camila's baby. (g!p)

This story is not mine. I do not own anything. All credits goes to the brilliant author of this story, Jazmin (@moviegeek120). You can also read this story on 5hfanfiction.tumblr.com. All the fanarts in every chapter are made by Laura_Snow

The names sky I love fairy tales I've waited for my Prince Charming But I think I found a princess....

All Brieanna wants is love, but her parents enforce other ideas like sports she no longer enjoys and friends she no longer speaks to. All she wants is for them and everyone else to accept her sexuality, but its kinda hard to be confident when suffering depression with almost zero support.. Untill one day, she meets her...

"I love you," I whispered as I ran my hands through her hair, "more than you will ever know." She shifted under my touch and I jumped backwards quickly. "Cadence," she asked, "is that you?" "Yes," I whispered, "I'm here." I froze due to the nerves. She reached for me and I moved in so she could feel my skin. She cupped my face and I tensed. "I did," she muttered, "I heard what you said." I closed my eyes and waited for her to speak again. She didn't and I knew she was waiting for me to say something. To deny it, or to lie about it. I couldn't, and had been for far too long. "Cat," I started and hated myself for the shaking in my voice, "there's no need to lie about it anymore. I love you," I stopped, "but I don't just love you, I'm in love with you, my best friend." She gasped and I knew what was coming next. Rejection, hatred, failure.