"But you could-"

"No"

"C'mon Cam-"

"Karla Camila Cabello," The green eyed girl Camila (somehow) called her best friend was practically begging for her to listen to offer the girl would never dream of even imagining, "Camila !"

It was the middle of lunch and Lauren and Camila were seated at the tables outside the building. Camila rose her head up at to look at her friend.

Lauren Jauregui. A smart, flashy, Cuban girl who'd been stuck with Camila ever since the sixth grade. They get along because for some magical reason, their opposite personalities attracted. The problem was that Lauren sometimes wanted to implant some of her flashy feminine traits onto Camila.

"I thought you were sick and tired of Dinah's flirting"

"Whoa whoa whoa," The younger girl stopped doing her homework for a minute, "It's not flirting. It's just annoying"

"Potato, poterter," Lauren waved her off, "Consider the logical explanation of it all ! She annoys you because-"

"Lauren lower your voice !" She whisper-yelled at her.

"Fine. But she does it because of playground logic"

This time Camila completely stopped writing; giving my undivided attention to best friend and her "logic".

"Playground logic, Lauren ?"

"Yes ! Playground logic Camila !"

"What the hell is 'Playground Logic' ?"

"Playground logic is playground logic. It's self explanatory"

Camila furrowed her eyebrows, making the black haired girl sigh deeply, "Play. Ground. Logic. The boy bullies the girl because his undefined love for her is all fuzzy and weird. He doesn't know how to express them. So he gets all frustrated and spills out all the wrong emotions. He just has all the good ones bottled up"

"Lauren," The girl looked up at her friend with a hopeful glint in her eyes, "How do you come up with this stuff ?" Camila nudged her playfully making her crack a little smile.

"Hey ! I see Chris do it all the time," She sighed dramatically, "I am smart, it's just all this bullshit they call school work doesn't make me look it. Oh, back in the day when letters weren't in math"

Both girls laughed off the very bright thought but Lauren then swatted away the memories, "But, that's not the point ! Give it a try !"

"No" She answered simply without looking up from her Calculus worksheet.

"Camz ! This isn't just a joke, she's trying to play this little mind game with you. You're better than her ! Put. Her. In. Her. Place."

The mixed Latina leaned in closely to her face and whispered sweetly, "No"

"Come on" Lauren groaned loud enough for people in the perimeter to turn back and look at them. Camila quickly slammed her hands over the groaning girl's mouth. She don't know about most people, but being the center of attention was never for Camila.

"Lauren be quiet !" The look on the girl's face must've given the black haired girl an idea because she was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Oh ! Camila please !" She wailed out louder now having everyone's attention. Camila's tan cheeks rose up to a light shade of pink having everyone's eyes on her. Once again, the girl slammed her hands over her best friend's mouth.

"Lolo, shut up !" Camila tried to growl lowly at her.

She moved the tiny hand slightly over, "Do it then ! Get back at her equally as sexy. Don't be the mouse in the cat and mouse game. Be that sexy puma !" Lauren pretended to growl like a cat.

"Lauren. No"

"Suit yourself. Ooooooh ! Camz pleaaaaase oh please ! Camila !!" She went back to dramatically wailing. Now every eye certainly was on the pair and Camila's face burned even harder. She flailed her arms around and suddenly leaned closely next to the younger girl's ear and whispered, "Do it or I'll scream out what happened in the seventh grade"

Instantly, Camila's eyes grew to saucers, "You wouldn't dare"

Lauren rose an eyebrow up and suddenly began wailing again, "Oooh ! Back in middle school, Camila decided to get Manager's Choice for lunch and-"

"ALRIGHT !!" Camila, this time, was the one yelling loudly; smashing her hands once again over the girl's mouth to shut her up, "Alright I'll be the sexy puma !"

Lauren smiled her evil grin in triumph. The taller knew she had that toll over her friend and Camila hated her for it.

"Quite frankly, I don't think there's a need for all the screaming," A quirky tone added from behind the girls as she sat beside Lauren, "This isn't some type of debate"

"Hey Nugget" Lauren playfully teased. The Mexican girl smiled while ruffling Camila's hair only to earn protests.

Ally and Camila met in the sixth grade also. The thing was that the two weren't as crazy as Camila and Lauren's friendship. It was more of a sisterly bond.

The brunette oldest girl sighed and took the potato chip bag from her tray, "I can feel it now. Senioritis is gonna kick my sorry ass"

"Ally shut up, you have a literal 4.25 GPA" Camila stated as she rolled her eyes, erasing her answer, knowing that it was completely wrong.

Lauren rose her eyebrows up in shock, "Is that even possible Allyson ?"

"With AP classes it is. And it sucks because my mom won't let me drop down to honors classes"

"Damn mija, you're smart. Can you be my sugar daddy ?" Lauren asked causing all three girls to laugh.

In the middle of them laughing, Kehlani walked up and took her usual seat beside Camila. The mixed girl pecked the Latina's cheek and smiled at everyone.

"What's up guys ?"

The green eyed Cuban snagged one of Ally's chips and shrugged, "Ally's gonna be my sugar daddy"

"More like suga mama. Ally couldn't dominate a lamppost" Kehlani teased only earning a thrown chip from the offended Mexican.

Camila smiled at the group of friend she surrounded herself with. Although they were all different in their own ways, they all weighed each other out and supported one another. She couldn't have been more grateful for a better group.

The green eyed girl glanced at Camila, sending her a wink and mouthing the words, "Sexy puma"

"From this day forward," Camila thought to herself, "Dinah-Jane Hansen is gonna be pleading for mercy, in love with me."

~~~

"TAKE FIVE GIRLS !" Coach yelled. The man blew the loud pitchy whistle. To some it may sound annoying but to Dinah it was heaven in a metal form. Lately she'd been lagging and out of breath. She decided that she needed to get back to the gym. Even though the season didn't start until next week, the team had been training since the summer.

Dinah looked out into the bleachers to see Camila fixing a fancy looking camera. She was taking the yearbook class. Meaning, Camila would have to take pictures for the school's yearbook.

The captain scuffed, "I honestly don't think you can get anymore nerdier than that." She thought as she jogged her way over towards the girl and scooted down in the bench next to her. Camila didn't seem to be paying attention to the girl's presence so she leaned in closely and yelled Camila's name right into her ear.

"Shit !!" She flinched and nearly dropped her camera in surprise. Dinah was lucky enough to catch it just in time before it would've fallen on the metallic bleachers. Dinah tried to smile nicely and hand it back to her but she snatched it right from her hands, "What the hell China ?!"

"China ?"

"Dinah. China. Vagina. I don't care whatever the hell your name is"

The blonde chuckled at her frantic nature, "So you like what you're seeing down there ?"

"Oh yes of course. A bunch of apes running around after a small ball. So much to love." Camila's tone was so dry, if anything were to touch it, a fire could have emerged. Camila didn't even look in Dinah's general direction as she looked through some photos in her camera.

Dinah scooted towards her some more but it earned her a scowl and a hand creating distance between the two, "Yeah. I'm sorry. No. You stink. Please don't touch me"

"C'mon babe. Don't be that way" Dinah engulfed her into a bear hug nuzzled her chin into the girl's shoulder. The soccer player tried to see the pictures Camila had taken but once their bodies touched she immediately started flailing and knocking Dinah off of her.

The photographer finally pushed the sweaty girl off of her and stared at her incredulously, "Eww dude ! What the hell ?!"

"All's fair in love and war ?" Dinah shrugged and Camila just stared at her harder, "Uhh... Bird's the word ?"

"How about 'The difference between stupidity and genius is that genius has its limits ?" Dinah furrowed her eyebrows trying figure out what she meant, "My point exactly"

Camila grabbed the last of her things, ready to leave but Dinah grabbed her arm gently. The Latina looked down at her, "I don't get a kiss goodbye ?"

Out of all things in the world, this was possibly the most daring Dinah felt she'd ever done. The girl had pantsed her coach before, she'd jumped from a three story building, she even said a curse word in front of her strict parents. But never had she ever asked for a kiss.

Especially from a girl like Camila.

It was intended to be a playful teasing manor but Dinah soon grew scared that the older girl might actually slap her this time.

Camila just stared at her intently. Not a word was spoken in the span of their staring contest. The Polynesian rose her eyebrows and shrugged basically saying, "What have you got to lose ?"

The girl wiped her face and pinched the bridge of her nose; eyes shut tight. She didn't speak for a moment before she quickly gave the soccer player a peck on the cheek and scurried off in a hurry. Dinah didn't even turn around to see where Camila had ran off to because she was too busy smiling in disbelief at what just happened.

Maybe the bet wouldn't be as hard as Dinah thought it would.

~~~

It was now Wednesday and even two days later Camila was still wiping her mouth in disgust as to what she did. It wasn't the fact that she'd given Dinah a kiss on the cheek; but it was the idea of it. The Latina's lips on the Polynesian's skin, especially since she was all sweaty, caused the girl to mentally gag.

But back to Wednesday. Every person that finds attraction in another knew what Wednesday meant.

Wednesday's meant is cheerleading and swim practice.

Camila chuckled at the student's logic. Everyone thought their practices were only on Wednesday but the funny thing was it was actually daily. Even though the school's season didn't even start until winter; their athletic admin thought the team had potential that year. The man arranged for the team to get practice times at the local rec center. The problem was-

"Come on Camz !" Huffs Lauren as they both sprinted up the stairs towards the main doors, "Dox is gonna kill us if we're late"

The problem was, their coach let that action go straight to her head. The team had practices at 4-6am and 3-5pm. There's only so much a body can do, and Camila's felt like it was near collapsing.

Coach Dox was a strict woman who evidently thought her swimmers were some sort super humans that could withstand her drills. Both Lauren and Camila truly did love the sport with a passion but the coach... Not so much.

The two Cubans slid right into her silver Honda in the parking lot and threw everything everywhere. Lauren had already pulled out before the younger girl could even buckle her seatbelt, having her nearly slide out of the seat.

"Hey Lo, chill !" The brunette struggled to lift herself up and buckle her seatbelt, "I'll just text the group chat and let them know we'll be late"

Camila took her phone out ready to text but a pale hand violently smacked it down to the floor, "No the hell you won't ! I am not trying to do extra laps !!"

Scuffing, Camila grabbed her phone from the ground. Coincidentally a personal text from a member of the group chat popped up:

T Swift : Camila, you & Lauren better hurry up. Dox is out for a week & she has Cierra in charge 😭. You know how she is about you two being late 🌚🏃🏻💨

"Bloody hell" The Cuban-Mexican girl muttered. She sent a quick "Thank you" to Taylor and locked her phone. At a red-light, Lauren turned towards the girl and gave her a questioning look.

"What happened ?"

"Dox is sick. She has Cierra covering," Lauren's eyes widened, "For a week"

"Oh hell no" The light turned green and Lauren bolted forward at probable illegal speed. Once again the poor mixed Latina's everything flew backward with the acceleration of the car.

The pair arrived at the center in impeccable time. Both girls ran in towards the changing rooms nearly stripping on the way there.

"Camz, hand me the cap. Here's your towel" Lauren huffed and puffed. The poor girls were both out of breath while changing. After their strip, they both sprinted out of the locker room straight to the pool.

"Well, look it's Thelma and Louise," snarled Cierra from the bleachers, "I would punish you but we don't have time for the incompetent."

Beside Camila, Lauren's breath hitched at the sight of who was on the bench. Dinah, Normani, and Zayn were seated in the middle of the bleachers; clapping and whistling at the swimmers. She protectively grabbed Lauren's hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

"Come on everybody, warm ups. We don't have time for those who can't keep up," Cierra smirked in girl's direction, specifically Camila's before seductively trailing her hands off of Dinah's face and giving Zayn a peck on the check.

"Bitch" Camila and Lauren muttered at the same time. They both looked at each other and smiled at their alike mentalities statement.

Camila tried walking ahead to their usual lanes but Lauren stayed put. The younger girl turned back to see the Cuban girl in a complete state of fright.

"I am not going"

Camila looked at her skeptically, "What ?"

"I am not going. Zayn is here"

Zayn Malik was a British soccer player for the boys team. Camila and Lauren actually became friends because of the guy. Lauren had the biggest crush on him ever since middle school and for some reason it hasn't gone away. He used to be one of Camila's best friends also but he turned into a completely different person; different from the boy she'd became friends with and she wasn't going to put up with it. But whilst they were friends, Lauren wanted the small girl to hook the two up. In the process of me playing Baby Cupid, the pair grew close and eventually stuck.

"I just don't understand what you see in him" The brunette hadn't realized she had muttered that out loud until she felt a sharp pain in her arm. The small girl's body jerked up in reaction to the sudden punch.

"Shut up !"

"Make me" Camila smirked as she crossed her arms. Her friend rolled her eyes and nervously picked at her nails, "Oh Lord, what's wrong Lolo ?"

The green eyed Cuban fumbled with her fingers, "What if he looks at me and I'm not good enough ?"

Camila's eyes softened, "Come on Lauren. You're not a bad swimmer nor an ugly person, so if he looks at you, it'll be worth the look"

"I'm really worth the look ?" Lauren asked softly.

"Yes Lolo, you're worth it" The younger girl smiled and tugged her friend towards their usual lanes. Lanes 6 and 7.

Both girls stretched and prepared to enter the water. Camila's once easy going demeanor morphed into her competitive one. She didn't care if Dinah or Zayn or even Barack Obama were in the bleachers watching.

She was going do for her and only her.

~~~

"Okay guys, take a break" Cierra announced. Camila looked over towards her awaiting towel to see nothing but her flip flops. She must've left her Gatorade in the locker room.

Pushing herself out of the water, she tried to hurry and get her drink but was stopped by a voice calling out to her.

"Hey ! Hey, wait a second !" The Latina turned around to see Dinah walking in my direction, "I couldn't help but notice you. You got one hell of a breaststroke"

Camila's body nearly exploded in disgust. She seriously hoped that didn't have a double meaning. The girl felt her stomach churn at the soccer player's supposed flirty words. Camila looked at the corner of her eye for some type of salvation to only see Lauren smirking at her situation.

She mouthed the words, "Help me !"

Lauren stuck out her hand in a way meaning, "Go for it !" Then growled and scratched, emphasizing the sexy puma figure.

Camila sighed before lifting her goggles up and spinning around to face Dinah. She had a smile on her face; radiating of confidence and cockiness.

"I hope she trips on her face and scraps her eyebrows" Camila thought as she began to speak.

Dinah casually snaked an arm around Camila's waist and paced towards the locker rooms, "So what's your purpose, to make me beg or to make me weep for you ? You don't say much."

Once they'd made it in front of the locker room; Camila smiled at her and leaned in closely whispering, "I don't know. Maybe I'm still waiting for you to get on your knees and beg for me to talk" She threw her a tiny wave before heading in for her drink.

"Maybe this might actually be a little fun." Camila thought, a smirk playing on her lips.