This update is in dedication to my accomplishment of 400 followers. Not only did these people read my stories but actually took the time and pressed my follow button because they want more from me. I'm very thankful to all of those who read and follow me because you keep me going as you support me all the time. Hopefully you guys continue to stick with me!
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The textbooks were held tightly against my chest as I slammed my locker door shut, walking towards my awaiting friends.

"You should've seen it coming," Lauren stated, a lollipop wedged in between her lips. "I mean it's no shock that Dinah's a dealer, that girl had every drug in the book tucked in her locker."

"You're not benefiting the situation whatsoever Laur." The brunette latina shook her head disapproving at her girlfriend's words.

"Oh come on, Normani. Don't tell me that you didn't expect her to be hiding such a big ordeal like this behind her beautiful face and seduction techniques."

"You know what Lauren, shut up, please!," I ventured away from my momentarily silence as I halted my footsteps, facing the raven haired Cuban. "Ever since I've informed you guys on my relationship with Dinah, you've always been a bitch about it; even after we concluded the feelings you expressed towards her. Now, how about you shut your mouth and enjoy your fucking lollipop because none of this is your concern."

A ghost of a smile etched onto her lips as she pulled the candy out of her mouth; holding it between her index and middle finger as she stepped closer towards me.

"Don't say I didn't warn you." With that said, Lauren simpered lightly before walking passed me, our shoulders bumping, and headed around the corner.

"Hey," Ally began, her hands rubbing my back steadily. "She'll come around."

"I hope, Alls, I really do."
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My back slammed against the wall as my legs were wrapped tightly around the blonde's waist, lips moving ferociously against one another. Her index finger slid up my clit, causing me to release a throaty moan unconsciously.

"Dinah, we.. ne- to...talk." The sentence was difficult to formulate as her mouth latched around my neck, sucking and biting the skin profusely.

It wasn't supposed to be this way. The Polynesian requested for me to meet her on the roof from a yellow sticky note that was attached to my locker. I ascended the colossal stairwell before entering the rooftop that overlooked the streets and I was soon enough slammed against the wall; captivated by the blonde.

"Later." She mumbled against my neck before hastily shoving down her pants and hitching up my skirt around my waist, flipping me around.

My cheek was pressed against the wall while Dinah rocked her hips against me from behind and I was able to feel her hardening swelling. Her fingers inquisitively skimmed my inner thigh, before trailing up my clothed core and I shivered at the slightest sensual touch.

"Fuck. You're so wet for me, princess."

I bit my lower lip as she stuck her long index finger inside of my hole and my back arched in compliance; a shaky moan releasing from my mouth. I was close to my breaking point, my knees almost giving out but I was held steadily by the latter whom finally replaced her fingers with her length after giving it a few long strokes. My shouts of pain soon transformed into pleasure as she moved against me at a rapid pace; her hand tugging my dark tresses.

"Dinah, fuck..." With a long lasting scream, I finally came undone, the Polynesian spilling her seed soon after.

We panted heavily and she turned me back around, facing her and she pressed her lips against my own. Her tongue entered my wet cavern and our teeth clashed, fighting for dominance but as always, Dinah achieved it. She sucked on my bottom lip before releasing and nibbling on it.

I was the one who pulled away first, inhaling and exhaling in seek of air. The taller latter sat down on the ledge, of the roof; a lighter in her hand as she set the small killer on aflame; taking a lengthy drag before turning to face my expecting eyes.

"My mother has been in a coma for almost over a year, a car accident is what caused her predicament," Her voice was vulnerable and at the brink of breaking at any given moment. "My father, well he was very abusive towards us and when he came home in his drunken state, he was at his worse. But, he lost his life in the car crash as he was drunk at the wheel and fortunately, my mother survived."

I ventured closer to the blonde whom had tears streaming down her cheeks and my arms wrapped around her in a tight embrace as she sobbed profusely.

"So yes, I'm not proud of it but I am a drug dealer. I'm doing it for my mother's well being to pay off her medical bills and to keep my own self thriving."

I tightened my grip around her before pulling away, my hand caressing her cheek.

"I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions before discovering your reasonings. I love you, Dinah and I feel honored to know that you trust me enough to be this vulnerable."

"I'm open to you because I love you, princess."
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I settled for my wonted seat in the back of the Physics class where Dinah oddly joined me. We made an agreement to not present our relationship of any sort in public but in her vulnerable state, I paid it no further attention.

"Hello, Normani." The masculine voice belonged to the captain of the football team, Jordan.

I simply just ignored him, pretending to be reviewing my notes but he remained in the seat before me, his hand resting on my knee. From the corner of my peripheral vision, I could see the owner of the blonde tresses jaw clenched in fury; her fiery brown eyes glistening.

"Please get your hand off of me." I slapped his hand off my knee and he retracted it, showcasing a cocky smirk while his posse consisting of, Zayn, Shawn, Justin, and Keiynan, sent him whistles of encouragement.

"Feisty, aren't we. So how about you quit that good girl act and show me that pussy of-"

"I think that's enough, Calloway," Dinah was now towering over the male whom remained in his seat. "As you can clearly see, she's not interested."

Jordan merely chuckled as he looked up at the Polynesian. "What are you going to do about, Hansen?"

Her confident aroma took over and she scoffed before tauntingly moving closer towards the now standing male.

"I suggest you rejoin your friends before I embarrass you in front of the whole class," Jordan began to walk off, nudging her with his shoulder and she quickly whispered. "She's off limits."

Dinah situated herself in the seat besides me once again once Ms.Topaz entered the room, followed by Cheryl Blossom whom came in with tinted cheeks, hair mildly tousled. But I shook off my forming accusations once I focused on my girlfriend.

"Thank you for that."

"No need to apologize, babe. Jordan's a fucking dickhead and your mine, no one else's."

I observed the classroom as I confirmed that the students were all focused on the documentary that Ms.Topaz put on, the only given light in the room was by luminous screen. Taking the given opportunity, I bit my lip while surreptitiously gliding my hand towards Dinah's jean, clothed swelling and her eyes perked up at the touch.

"Normani, what the hell are you doing?" She whispered, her voice only audible to my own ears.

"I'm yours right? Well, I want to show you that only I can have you as well, daddy."

I moaned against her ear before kissing the flesh, my lips moving towards her neck where I sucked there and I smirked at how hard the blonde was trying to restrain her moans once my hand travelled inside of her pants; pumping her hardened member.

"Mani, stop before I fuck you right here on this desk." She growled, removing my hand from her length.

"Maybe I want you to. Show everybody I'm yours."

"You're not thinking clearly, Normani. Wait until later when we're in private."

That final sentence brought discarded myself of my newly discovered confidence and I soon transformed back into my reserved self. The both of us shared a small smile before returning to the documentary.
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I poked at my lunch and I was not so thrilled to eat the "mystery meat" that was lonesome on the foam plate.

"Ms.Topaz is totally screwing Cheryl."

Camila gossiped with the shorter latina at our table while as Lauren continued eating her lunch in silence, a distraught look on her face.

"Lauren, what's wrong? You've been out of it the whole day." The Cuban brunette questioned her girlfriend who continued chewing on her food.

"When are you going to tell your parent?" Emerald eyes met mines and I knitted my eyebrows.

"Tell them about what?"

"Don't play dumb, Normani," She clicked her tongue in pure agitation. "When are you going to inform them about, Dinah?"

The whole table was emerged into silence. It was a touchy subject, one that I wasn't ready to address.

"I don't know, Laur."

"You don't know?" She mocked. "How long are you planning for us to keep this secret? For us to watch you venture onto a dangerous road? This isn't healthy, Normani."

"I'm sick of this, Lauren. This is exactly why I didn't want you to find out about me and Dinah because of the way you'd react." I began, contorting my face into anger. "What's the relevance to you if I tell my parents or not? Huh? This is not your concern."

"Well it becomes my concern when the girl I've been in love with since kindergarten can't seem to notice what's good right in front of her but chooses what will deteriorate her being."

She gathered her things, ignoring her puzzled girlfriend's shouts and questions while I remained in utter silence. Lauren was always protective of me but it never once crossed my brain that she was in love with me. Not once. I guess you can't always see through the people you care for the most.
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I know that Dinah didn't have a condom but I don't know if Normani should be pregnant or if there should be a plot twist?