Jason is Trinidadian, English, Venezuelan and Indian just for those who are curious.

Thanks so much shprism for this cover. IT'S FUCKING BEAUTIFUL LIKE HOLY SHIT!!!

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"What the fuck."

I scrambled from above my girlfriend, moving to her side and covering the both of us with the comforter as anxiety courses throughout me.

Lauren was fuming, hands balled into fists as the only thing preventing her from pouncing onto Dinah was the restraints of Ally's and Camila's hands holding her.

Sighing heavily but calmly, Ally spoke, "When the both of you get dressed, we would like for you to join us downstairs for a talk."

The trio hastily exited the area, leaving myself and the blonde to put on our original attire.
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With every excruciating, slow step I took when descending the staircase, I felt nauseous; my head spinning in endless possibilities of the situation and none of them were near a positive aspect. Dinah followed close behind seeming unbothered by the situation where as I was the complete opposite.

The living room was silent as the three girls were already sitting together on the couch; Camila's hand clasped firmly onto the green eyed woman's as she tensed up upon noting our appearance in the room.

Even after we took our seats-me and Dinah side by side across from them-the silence was unpleasantly eerie and my nerves quickened even more so than before because of the unknown and predictable reactions I had waiting for me.

"Can someone just please tell me what the hell is going on?" Lauren's jaw was clenched as she folded her hands together in her lap, her green orbs darkening.

"Isn't it obvious." Dinah spoke matter a factly as a cocky grin spread out upon her face, her arm wrapping around my waist in indication.

That's all it took for Lauren to lunge for the taller woman, her arms reaching towards Dinah but was retraced back by her girlfriend and the shorter latina. The Polynesian chuckled amusingly at the engagement and I glared at her for not taking the matter seriously.

"Dinah," I turned towards her. "Can you leave us please? Go home. I'll call you later."

"Alright. I'll see you later, baby." She stood up, kissing my forehead before sending a knowing look to the fuming Lauren and walked out; the door slamming behind her.

"Baby?" The older Cuban yelled hysterically. "What the fuck is going on here Mani? Is she using you?"

I exhaled quietly as I gained the strength to meet her hardened, fierce gaze. "No, it's not like that. Dinah treats me like I'm a queen and I love her."

"I don't think you know what love is Normani." Lauren scoffs while the other two remain silent, heads hung low. "Love is not with her! Someone who only wants to fuck you and discards you like a piece of trash! She's not for you, Normani! God damnit, I even walked in to see you with her dick half up your mouth!"

"Who the hell are you to tell me that Lauren!" My voice had risen at the same intensity as her's and I notice that she was taken aback but I didn't care. I didn't want this fucking reputation anymore. I want to be free to be me. "You have no right! Nor you nor anyone else! I am tired of this town wanting me to be a perfect example but guess what Lauren, I am not perfect! I want to make my own decisions in life without someone patronizing me every time I breathe  or do something!"

I sat back down on the couch, arms crossed as I observed the other girls across from me.

Exhaling lightly to calm her jagged breathing, Lauren rubbed her face with her hands. "How long has this been going on for?"

"Over a month."

"So you were the one?" Camila finally entered the conversation.

"What?"

"You were the one who slept with her at the club, weren't you?" Lauren finished, her eyes piercing accusatively towards me.

With my silence, her eyes widened and she leaned back in the couch, shaking her head vigorously.

"This is all my fault. I coaxed you into accompanying me to that club and I left you alone and vulnerable. She took advantage of you. God, Mani, I should've been there for you."

I could've ended it right there, telling Lauren that she was correct and that's what happened but I would be lying to myself and to everyone else. "It wasn't your fault Lauren. None of the events were. I knew what I was getting myself into and I allowed her to do so with me."

"But why Dinah out of all people?"

"Because she's different from most people and doesn't treat me like I'm a fragile piece of glass unlike everyone else in this town. I mean I am human too."

"Dinah doesn't deserve you Normani. And the school and the town will rejoice when they hear this. 'Angel of the town is fucking Dinah Jane'. And what about your parents? When they find out they'll surely plan out your whole funeral right then and there."

"What Lauren is trying to say Normani is that no else is aware of your secret besides us and this can be reversed. Everything can return to normal."

Wether I liked it or not, my friends were right. In the long run, this relationship amongst myself and Dinah will end toxically as the latter is an infamous fuckgirl. Something in me knew that this wouldn't last. I just needed someone to shine some light on the fact.

The next day at school, I texted Dinah to meet me in the restroom. I rested my palms on the counter top and it provided me with nostalgia from the memory of not long ago.

Arms wrapped around my torso, enveloping me in warmth and immediately knew who it was based off of the remnant smell of smoke from a cigarette meddling in the air.

"Hey, princess."

I turned around to meet her fiery brown orbs and she grinned, moving to kiss my lips but I turned my face away, distancing ourselves.

"Dinah," I gulped, trying to formulate coherent words. "We can't do this anymore?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Us. Dinah. We can't happen anymore."

A smug look was plastered on her face as she slowly moved towards me.

"What shit did your irritating friend put in your head?"

"She put some sense in." I spoke defensively. "I should've never allowed myself to fall this deep. This was a mistake Dinah and you see that too. We're complete opposites and that doesn't coordinate well together."

"You're wrong, Mani. All those times we had together was love making, different from fucking. I changed because of you and now you're coming to me with this shit? No. We're a perfect match even if you're to oblivious to see it."

Tears began to build up in my eyes, threatening to fall at any given moment as I bit my quivering lip.

"You're making it harder than it needs to be."

"Is that what you want?" Her unamused gaze was questioning and I almost broke apart in front of her.

"Yes."

"Look me in the eyes and tell me that, Normani!"

"Just go! Leave me the hell alone!" My voice rung with finality as she nodded her head in disapproval, turning on her heels to leave.

"If you ever change your mind, you know where I will be."

With that, she was gone; sound of her boot's heel hitting the tiles still echoing in my mind. My tears freed themselves as they rolled continuously down my cheeks, creating a small stream.

It took all the strength in me to not reach out and prevent the girl from leaving because even though it hurts, deep down I know I did the right thing.
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Ally's family joined us that evening for supper and I solemnly pokes at my food; eager to not make any sort of communication with anyone. Ally was fully aware of my distraught and gave me a few comforting glances. Out of the three, her and Camila were more understanding about me and Dinah rather than Lauren. Maybe because the green eyed woman was my first best friend and she was overprotective  but some of her actions were uncalled for.

After my mother forcing me to consume the remainder of food on my plate, I volunteered to wash the dishes as I'd rather to that then to hear them gossip about their disliking of dating the same sex.

I was in the midst of pouring detergent on the dishes when a figure stood beside me.

"Mind if I help?" Jason smiled as he stood with an expecting look and I sent him an approving smile; sliding over to make room for the both of us.

Everything was fine as we nearly completed the task at hand in silence before it was abruptly broken.

"Listen, Normani. I shouldn't have came on to you the way that I did the other day. It was uncalled for and I'm sorry for hurting you and making you cry. I just...I've liked you for a very long time and the thought of you with someone else was painful."

"It's fine, Jason. Really. I understand, love can drive us to do crazy things."

We both shared a laugh before stopping in a comfortable silence.

"That reminds me, I needed to a show you something that's in your room."

Swiftly, we ascended the stairs and my eyes remained shut as I grasped onto him for some security.

"You can open them now."

I was met with a beautiful painting that hung from a stand in the center of the room. It was of myself. My long, dark locks cascading off my shoulders as I wore the same outfit I did the day we went to the art workshop; paint was splattered around for indication of how I looked there.

"I love it, Jason. Thanks so much."

He was bashful as I embraced him in a warm hug, pulling away to stare up at him.

"I'm happy that you do. I wanted it to be perfect. Just like you are."

It was slow before our lips met once again and this time, I allowed it. His warmth was different unlike Dinah's but I needed to get her off my mind. Maybe he could relieve my pain.
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My writing sucks ass lol.

(Camalren)