a/n: hey y'all! i'm reuploading this fic and currently have a few more chapters written so i'm gonna try and update once a week because i really love writing this story. please leave comments and votes as it motivates me to write. also!! if anyone would like to make a cover for this as this one is shite since i suck at making covers!!

"You're not supposed to do that!" The shouting boy next to Camila attempts to snag her attention but is only met with one of her signature huffs.

"Shut it four eyes." She turns back to the science lab in front of them and continues to inch her lighter closer to the liquid substance in the beaker.

"Ms. Cabello?" The science teacher in front of Camila sends down a condescending glare. She's never liked the girl very much, probably because Camila's always late to class and spends most of her time in the actual classroom flirting with girls or setting things on fire.

Camila closes her lighter and sits back in her seat before crossing her arms. "I was just testing the uh, hypotenuse?" She plays with the toothpick in her mouth. The attention of her peers is diverted from the lap and directed to her and a few giggle while others scoff. It's common for the girl to get in trouble like this, she doesn't seem to care what anyone thinks, whether that be her teacher or the other students, she lives her life to please herself and no one else.

"Right, let me see it." The woman orders, holding her hand out.

"Yes, ma'am!" Camila obliges sarcastically and hands her the small silver gadget she's been playing with all day. The teacher gives a slightly more content smile and walks off to her desk. Camila scrunches her nose and rolls her eyes before leaning back and kicking her feet up onto the lab table.

"Quite a show you-"

"Shut your trap Murphy and finish the lab." Camila snaps, looking around the classroom in instant boredom when someone catches her eye.

The well-dressed soc with her neatly tucked in shirt and high waisted skirt isn't a new face to Camila. The raven-haired girl is looking down at her paper as she doodles in the margins of her notebook, not even sparing a glance at the greaser. Camila on the other hand is gnawing on her lip as she looks the girl up and down. She's tempted to reach across the aisle of the lab tables and tug on the perfectly curled ponytail, but she thinks better of it when she sees the girl's meathead of a boyfriend crack his knuckles and glare at her.

Just as Camila sends the boy a nasty scowl and a great view of her middle finger, the girl looks up.

Now, Lauren Jauregui is the definition of beauty. Porcelain skin, high cheekbones, eyes that make gem collectors jealous, and long dark hair that frames her face beautifully. Even Camila can admit to her own admiration of the girl's appearance, despite plenty of "pretty" girls she's been with. Lauren is different, she is beautiful. Something Camila feels is better left untouched by her, for now.

In a matter of seconds, the bell rings and Camila is left a drooling mess in her seat. She pulls her feet down and stands, eyeing the infamous couple as she leaves the room, hands stuffed in the pockets of her black leather jacket.

-

Lauren huffs as she walks with her boyfriend, all he seems to do lately is complain about the football team's losing streak and how he wants to beat all of the 'fucking dirty ass greasers' that are on the team. It annoys her just how much prejudice and hatred he holds against them yet it's him and his friends who start every issue between the groups.

"Lauren," Brad's deep voice filters into her ears and she turns to face him as she rests against her locker.

"Yes, babe?" Lauren asks somewhat irritatedly. It's been getting harder and harder to deal with him every day and Lauren doesn't know why, but he's just so annoying sometimes. He may be cute and popular, but she can hardly stand to be around him now.

The boy rests his forearm against the cool metal of the lockers and towers over Lauren. "Were you even listening to me?" he asks, his voice laced with annoyance.

"Something about the football team?" she says, her voice betraying her as she isn't sure what the hell he was actually talking about and it ends up sounding more like a question.

The boy rolls his eyes and runs a hand through his curls. "I was talking about that greaser who was giving you eyes even though he already knows you're jacketed."

"Which one?" Lauren asks, full of confusion.

"I don't know, he sits behind Cabello in chemistry." Brad tightens his jaw and thinks for a second. "It's these greasers. They don't ever understand what's theirs and what's not. They don't get that you're mine."

Lauren, of course, feels the need to object to this, but keeps her mouth shut, knowing a woman speaking her mind isn't the wisest decision. Instead, she shakes her head vigorously and hesitantly states, "Well, I'm yours." A part of her words are to sooth the mind of the boy who calls her dolly, but a part of her words are also to convince herself. Maybe they do have problems often, but at the end of the day, Lauren is always going to be dating Brad.

"I know that. It just bugs me when people look at you like you're anything but mine." He says, bringing his other hand to her waist and giving her a rough kiss on the lips. Lauren looks at him dreamily and sighs.

It's moments like this where Lauren actually enjoys being with Brad. She likes holding his hand and going to his football games and taking sips of his beer when they go to parties.

"Walk me to my next class?" She asks, holding her books tightly to her chest.

"I guess so, sure." Brad agrees and they begin to walk through the full hall. The two of them have only turned to head towards the history hall when Lauren feels her arm pulled on and suddenly she's losing her balance and falling into leather-clad arms.

"Hi there, beautiful. I must say your eyes sure are gorgeous." Camila smiles down at the girl in her arms now. She allows Lauren to balance herself but quickly walks along with her, Lauren still holding onto her arm.

"What? I uh..." A bright red creeps up to Lauren's cheeks as she stutters out a jumble of odd words. Camila's toothy grin is enough to make her heart stop, not just her brain.

Around just when Camila expects, a shout sounds behind her and she turns to see Brad angrily pacing towards her. "What the hell do you think you're doing, homo?"

Lauren cringes internally at the insult, not at all liking how Brad's voice is filled with acid as he spits out the term. "Don't go touching my girlfriend. Wouldn't want her getting sick with your disease."

Camila's dark eyes narrow and she glares at the football player. "Oh shove it up your wazoo, Simpson. I ain't done anything wrong to her, I was just complimenting her eyes." The brunette shoves one of her hands into the pocket of her oversized jacket and scowls, keeping the other arm around Lauren's shoulders.

"Well get off of her, she isn't yours."

Lauren purses her lips as she's tempted to say that she isn't Brad's either, she's her own person but decides against it. She knows how possessive Brad can be after all, especially towards greasers.

The greaser removes her arm from around Lauren's shoulder and scoffs. "Geez calm down bud, I was just having some fun, I didn't mean to rattle your cage." Camila averts her eyes from Brad's and looks to Lauren, who still has a subtle blush on her cheeks. This makes the brunette smirk and she leans into Lauren's ear.

"Bye pretty girl, I'll be thinking of you."

With that, Camila steps away from the blushing girl and leaves the two socs to themselves. She tucks both of her hands into the pockets of her jacket and walks away, scuffing the floor with her Chucks with every step.

----

Living in Connecticut, the cool breeze in the evenings is nice for Camila. She sits along the roof of the school, dangling her legs over the edge as she takes a drag of her cigarette. Normani is supposed to be meeting her here at any moment but Camila knows just how distracted Normani can get and she wouldn't be surprised if she ended ditching her completely to spend some time with her boyfriend.

The brunette likes sitting here, observing the cars speeding along the road and the lights that shine throughout the city. Coming here on Friday nights has become somewhat of a ritual after finishing up at the convenience store she works at after school. It doesn't pay much, but she's thankful for the job in the first place, thanks to her father's old friend who owns the store and gave her the job after her father died.

Camila takes another drag of her cigarette before putting out the tip and flicking it off of the roof. She doesn't smoke often, just on the roof or when she's extremely stressed. Her father had always told her it was a dirty habit and she agrees, but it is extremely calming to feel the smoke filling her lungs and then watching it slip out of her mouth and disappear into the air.

A heavy sigh escapes Camila and she looks up at the sky, trying to pinpoint all of the different types of constellations her dad had told her about. She's so focused on the sky that she doesn't even notice the couple that's yelling at each other, practically right under her feet.

"Lauren you can't seriously be getting frosted over something like this!" Brad's voice booms as he follows his girlfriend out of a nearby diner and into the cool October air.

"One nice date Brad, that's all I wanted! You couldn't even give me that!"

"Baby, relax-"

Lauren huffs and shoves the boy away harshly. "I'm not in the mood Brad. I'm walking home. Good night."

Before Brad can even argue with his girlfriend, the raven-haired girl is stalking away from him and walking towards the school, the same direction as her house. He knows how testy Lauren can get about certain things, so he decides to just let her be and drive home. He'll visit her tomorrow and see how she's doing, and maybe he'll finally be able to get her to put out.

Lauren hears the boy's car starting up and then him speeding away, and she instantly heaves a sigh of relief as she leans against the brick wall of the school. She can't believe Brad, he's such a typical boy, it makes her so angry.

The girl rests her head against the wall and looks up towards the sky, but instead of seeing stars like she thought she would, she's met with the dirty soles of Converse. Lauren furrows her brow as she wonders who would be on the school roof at 8 PM. She lets her curiosity take over and rounds the side of the school until she sees the metal ladder that leads to the roof.

Lauren climbs quickly, cursing her skirt for restricting some of her movement. The raven-haired girl quickly makes it to the top of the roof and practically launches her body over the railing, landing feet first on the floor of the roof. She dusts her skirt and blouse off and makes sure her ponytail is still intact before looking up.

The scene that catches her eye is a bit of a surprise. There, only about 20 feet in front of her, is Camila Cabello, dangling her feet off the building and looking out at the town. The brunette's upper half is clad in just her leather jacket and t-shirt, and her dark hair is flowing freely.

The sight of the girl makes Lauren's breath catch in her throat and she blushes as she thinks of their interaction earlier that day. She hasn't been able to shake the feeling of Camila's feminine hands gripping her, and how she smelled like the sun and cinnamon.

Lauren looks down and makes sure her pathway is stable and feet balanced before making her way towards the girl.

"Don't fall." Camila calls out to her, having heard the girl. She doesn't turn to face Lauren as she speaks.

"I'm uh... trying." Lauren mumbles cautiously. Her hands are shaking with anxiety as she nears the edge of the school. She moves closer to Camila and finally manages to swing one leg over. She feels herself losing her balance and is already feeling the dread and fear of falling to the parking lot below, but Camila's hands find purchase on her hips and steady her.

Just as quick as Camila's hands were there though, they're gone. Lauren is then left staring at Camila. "I'm sorry about what Brad did today." Lauren sighs, awaiting a response but receiving nothing in return. "He can be off sometimes. Not the sharpest tool in the shed when it comes to knowing what's right and wrong."

The brunette makes no attempt to talk so Lauren continues. "I like your jacket. You look really good in it. A lot better than the other greasers in school, they don't take care of theirs." Camila shrugs and looks away, slumping a bit. "You know I've seen you and your friends around school before. They're not too bad. Besides smoking, that can't be healthy at such a young age. It's more of an adult thing wouldn't you say?" Camila rolls her eyes at this.

"You know, what you did today was awfully funny. Just because Brad doesn't see it that way doesn't mean I don't. I mean, It's not funny as in you being with me were a joke, I would take that seriously if you'd want." Camila quickly decides that Lauren's rambling, while endearing, is starting to get on her nerves, and she tries to tune it out for a second but has no luck.

"It sure is cold up here. Do you always stay up here?" Lauren's delicate hand wraps around her own body, searching for her own warmth. Camila turns for the first time to look at the girl. Her pale skin is glistening in the moonlight of the rising night. Camila only hesitates for a second before taking off her black leather jacket and gently placing it on Lauren's shoulders, and pulling the raven-haired girl's hands through the sleeves.

Lauren turns to face her with a shocked expression, before looking down calmly.

Camila isn't a bad person and Lauren has known this all along, regardless of what her friends have said. Lauren slips the jacket on quickly and is instantly engulfed in Camila's scent. It reminds her of how close she had been to Camila when the greaser had held her earlier that day.

"Thank you," Lauren murmurs. "I'm pretty sure you're the first person that's been chivalrous enough to offer me their jacket in years."

This causes Camila's brows to furrow and she speaks finally, breaking her temporary silence. "What about Brad?"

"He doesn't want anything happening to his letterman. It's his prized possession," Lauren says with a good-humored chuckle. "I'm pretty sure he wants to be buried in it."

"Well that's fucking stupid," Camila says, her eyes narrowing into slits as she thinks of the curly haired boy. "If I was your boyfriend I'd sacrifice some stupid material possession for your happiness." Lauren looks up at the girl when she speaks, and her eyes drift down to Camila's lips.

Lauren doesn't speak though. Something tells her speaking out against her current boyfriend wouldn't serve a purpose, and neither would backing him up necessarily, so she closes her mouth and faces forward.

The two girls sit together in silence for what must be half an hour. They simply listen to the honking of car horns, revving of engines, and the voices of different kids as they walk under the two girls' feet. Camila takes occasional drags of her cigarette and Lauren watches in awe as the girl makes rings with the smoke that trails out of her mouth.

"We should get down, it's getting late." Camila shrugs. Lauren furrowing her brow before speaking up.

"It can't be past 8 o'clock." She says, however, the sun has already set and Lauren knows she should be getting home too. She wants to keep talking with Camila though, the girl seems interesting and very different from everyone else she tends to talk to.

"I should be home before it gets too dark, and so should you if you know what's good for you. I'm sure your parents don't like you out late either." Camila explains, carefully getting back to her feet, and assisting Lauren in doing the same.

"Ladies first." Camila gestures towards the long ladder down. Lauren hesitates in responding and a look of fear flashes in her eyes for a split second. "Unless you'd rather me?" Camila offers.

"Oh, yes." Lauren nods. "Please." She quickly adds before watching the girl swing her foot over and begin to make her way down.

"Just do what I did. Going down is the scariest it'll be, but you'll be on the ground in no time." Lauren swallows her fear and tries to imitate Camila in carefully placing her foot on the first step down. "There you go. Just don't look down and you'll be fine."

Camila is the first to land on the concrete ground, of course, her black boots slapping against the hard surface as she looks up at Lauren for the first time since they were at the top of the ladder. It's no surprise to see Lauren hasn't moved as quickly as Camila, who had done this plenty of times before, and that the poor soc is only half way down.

"It's okay Lauren," Camila encourages. "You're just a few feet from the ground," she lies, hoping that it'll encourage the other girl to come down quickly.

The brunette's words of encouragement seem to do the trick and Lauren moves a bit quicker, her black ponytail swaying with each step-down.

Camila gnaws on her lip as she watches Lauren, she can't help but look her up and down hungrily. Her eyes move up pale legs and Camila can't stop herself from looking up the girl's skirt momentarily.

Camila's dark eyes land on Lauren's cotton underwear and she bites her lip as she imagines having her head under the girl's skirt and tugging the fabric off with her teeth. She can practically feel Lauren's nails digging into her shoulder.

Less than a second after, Camila averts her eyes from the girl. Feeling repulsive for having thought of Lauren like that, like some object and not a human.

"Come on Lo," she husks softly, the words sending her out of her fantasizing and the nickname sounding foreign on Camila's lips. It doesn't mean she doesn't like saying the name though. Camila likes how the little slip causes Lauren to smile and continue on her journey down until she's on the second to last wrung.

Lauren drops down to the ground and stumbles a bit, but Camila comes to her rescue and holds onto her before she can fall in a heap on the grass. "I've got you, baby," Camila says flirtatiously, her dark eyes settling on the other girl's lips.

The term of endearment causes a shiver to run up Lauren's body and she blushes heavily. She knows she should not be reacting that way towards the greaser, she has a boyfriend after all. Plus, Lauren isn't like that. "Thank you, Camila," she says courteously, having been raised to be polite to a fault.

"That's no problem." Camila licks her lips while looking at Lauren and then points to the faded black jacket the girl is wearing. "It looks good on you. I wish you could wear it more often." She sighs.

Lauren nods before speaking. "I do too." This jacket is a lot nicer than Brad's, from the few times she's worn it. This one is soft and comfortable and smells like Camila, whereas Brad's is just scratchy and heavy.

The soc grins and looks up at Camila with curious eyes, wanting to look deeper into what they could be.

But what could they ever be with completely different lives, not to mention friend groups?

Camila gestures for Lauren to walk with her as they headed towards the parking lot. "You should take your jacket back. It's yours after all." Lauren gives up the heavy clothing article, stripping herself of it and handing it to the girl beside her.

Lauren opens her mouth to say something more, but the metal clank of an opening door catches the attention of both girls, and Lauren snaps her head in the direction of the school entrance. It's some of Brad's friends. All football players of course. Even if they weren't clad in letterman jackets, their ape-like appearance as they exit the school hints at their level of intelligence.

Lauren turns to face the greaser once more, but she's met with empty space, and the blur of motion as the girl makes an exit. "Camila, wait-"

"Lauren!" The girl twirls around to see the boys. "Brad is looking for you. He says he's sorry." One of the boys states and the other neanderthals behind him snickered, commenting on the boy's commitment.

"Oh, thank you, Shawn. Where is he?" She asks, a small feeling of guilt washing over her. Not minutes ago she had been wishing she had never met the tall boy with curls who she calls her boyfriend.

"He said he'd be waiting by his car. He wouldn't leave without you, you know that." The boy, Shawn, says as he tries to settle the previous tension between the two. Lauren simply nods and heads for the parking lot.

----

Camila lets out a huff as she finally opens the front door to the house. She can't believe that she'd just let herself spend that much time with Lauren Jauregui. She can already imagine Normani's face when she tells her about hanging with a soc.

The brunette feels a bit bad about ditching Lauren with all of those boys, but she had to. She couldn't risk getting into a fight with them without her crew. Besides, those boys were Brad's friends, they'd take care of Lauren.

"Kaki?" Camila hears her little sister's voice and smiles when she sees her sitting at the kitchen table, doodling in a coloring book.

"Hey Sofi, are you here by yourself?" Camila asks, genuine concern in her voice. She hates leaving Sofi alone, it makes her stress out about every possible issue that could occur for the seven-year-old.

The younger Cabello shakes her head and points toward the kitchen. "Ashton was taking care of me, he's getting me some food from the icebox right now."

At the mention of his name, the boy peeks his head around the corner and grins at the two sisters. "Hey Mila, glad to see that you're alive."

Camila rolls her eyes at her friend and takes the bottle of Coke from his hand and opens it herself, stealing a sip and then handing it back to him. "Thanks for taking care of Sof today Ash, I got caught up talking to someone."

"Is that code for a brawl?" The shaggy-haired boy raises a brow.

"No, it's literal speak for I was talking to someone." Camila laughs and sits down on their old faded grey couch.

"Alright, I'm just worried Mila. You could have killed a man and we'd never know." The boy comments as he follows his friend.

"Well I'm fine. And nobody's dead, alright?" Camila huffs out.

"Bad mood?" Ash questions, taking another swig.

"Just tired." Her shoulders slump as she speaks and the door to the house opens.

"Alright, you greasy-"

"Dinah? Sofi's here." Camila interrupts, looking up to the girl's presence.

"You... Monkeys. Which one of you pulled something sly today? Brad and his crew have really got it in for us now." Dinah stands in front of the two other friends on the couch.

"It was nothing. That boy's got his boxers in a twist for nothing." Camila shrugs and leans back with her arm propped up on the couch lazily. "And what makes you say that?"

"So it was you? Well, I'll tell you, Harry nearly knocked the daylights out of that walking talking meatloaf after school in the courtyard. Brad was throwing slurs and all."

Camila grimaces. "What'd he say?"

Dinah shifts her eyes to look at Sofi and then gnaws on her lip. "Let's just say he wasn't too happy that someone like us was ruining his day."

"Oh my gosh, I didn't even do anything! All I did was talk to Lauren for a bit!"

Ashton gasps loudly as he listens to his friend. "You did what!?"

The brunette shrugs her shoulders. She didn't think she done anything wrong. "All I did was talk to Lauren, it's not like I did anything more."

"Mila," Dinah groans, "you know how possessive he is over her. He's gonna kill us all."

"I'm not trying to prove I'm innocent, I'm just trying to prove he's overreacting," Camila mumbles and folds her arms.

"Well you shouldn't talk to her anymore, you got it?" Ashton warns, hoping Camila will choose to be compliant.

"Okay, fine. I'll see what I can do." Camila mutters under her breath and pulls up the collar to her jacket. Ashton shoots her a glare. "I won't even look at her."

-

Lauren rolls her eyes in frustration as Brad finally drops her off at her house. She's frustrated that he and his friends had caused Camila to run off, as well as having to deal with him in the first place. She's also still mad that he had ruined their date by checking out another girl at the diner. She didn't want to talk to him.

"Bye babe," Brad says as he watches from his seat as Lauren walks up to her front steps.

The green-eyed girl fakes a smile and clears her throat. "Goodnight Brad." She doesn't even wait for Brad to say anything else before walking into the house and closing the front door. "Stupid boy. Can't even walk me to the freakin' door."

Once she's inside, Lauren lets out a frustrated sigh and heads towards the kitchen to go and greet her mother.

Clara Jauregui is a kind woman who seems to care more about her husband and children than she does about her own well being. She's always cooking and baking new desserts for them that are always ready by the time they get home from work or school and she makes the house look impeccable 100 percent of the time.

She's a typical housewife, and Lauren isn't really a fan of it, as appealing as her mother makes it seem. Lauren's just happy that her mother seems to enjoy doing everything she does.

"Hi mom," Lauren says with a forced smile. She doesn't want her mother asking questions as to why she's upset, but of course, her mother can tell when something is off with her.

Clara kisses her daughter's cheek and smiles warmly, trying to get her daughter to talk to her. "Hi, honey, what's wrong? You seem upset."

"Just Brad," Lauren says with a sigh, not even attempting to hide it from her mother. "He was looking at another girl during our date."

Clara frowns and tucks a loose strand of hair behind the green-eyed girl's ear. "Well you know how it is honey, boys will be boys."

Lauren nods her head sadly and sighs. "I know, I shouldn't be so mad about it, it's natural and everything, I just hate that I had to see it. Half the time he acts like I'm not good enough for him."

"I know, it can be hard. But sooner or later honey, you'll learn to either live with it or you'll never find a nice guy to marry you." Her mother admits, giving Lauren a brief sympathetic look before changing the topic. "Are you hungry? I made dinner early because your father doesn't have to work late tonight."

"I'm good, thank you, Mom." Lauren shakes her head before leaving the kitchen and climbing the staircase to the upper level, where her room is located. She is beyond tired but more emotionally than physically. She can think of an exact reason as to why, however she doesn't want to dwell on it.

Her mind has managed to avoid the thought of Camila as if it were a spill on the ground of her daily life, and she'd stepped right into the puddle. The girl's appearance into Lauren's life today has done nothing but make her think more, unfortunately.

Lauren set a record on the play and lowers the needle before the machine begins to play the popular song, Sh-Boom by The Crew Cuts. She pulls a magazine off of her shelf and lays down on her bed stomach first as she flips through the pages.

Most of the glossy pages display women in various articles of clothing. An endless variety of skirts and blouses, hairstyles and gloves are advertised, and that's the kind of thing Lauren enjoyed. Her parents often let her pick an item from the magazine once every month or so, and last month she had chosen a new dress. Now she's on the search for a skirt she could possibly match with the new blouse she had received when her father was promoted in his job.

Something about the pictured women is appealing to the eye. The tight-fitting dresses around the waist and curled ponytails catch her attention and she can't help but wonder what about it does so. All she knows is that she likes the way these girls look and she can't decide if it's because she wants to look like them or something else. What other reason would it be?

Lauren has never been one to speak rudely of homosexuals, unlike her parents and boyfriend, however, simply the thought of herself being classified as one makes her cringe. That isn't her.

She isn't shoved in hallways or called names. However, when Lauren looks at the dull scenes in magazines, with both a boy and a girl kissing, she sometimes allows her gaze to drift to the girl's lips rather than the guys, and sometimes she imagines it's the softness of her own lips pressed against the girl's. However, that isn't always the case. Sometimes she thinks about kissing the boy too, and it still seems great.

So maybe Lauren isn't queer, at least, she sure hopes not.

Lauren doesn't think herself as gay, she doesn't want to at least. Besides, before a certain greaser came into her life today, she didn't really think of how nice a girl's hands could feel on her body or how soft a girl's skin can look.

The girl is used to rough kisses and scratchy beards, she has never experienced a woman's gentle caress and tender lips, but now she can't stop thinking about them, even if a part of the idea still makes her nauseous.

Camila isn't supposed to be in her head, she isn't supposed to be thinking about her, but now, all she can imagine is Camila's slender fingers, her warm breath, her plush lips. It's making Lauren's head hurt.

Yet, thinking past her own denial, Lauren wonders how often the girl escapes to the roof of the school and whether or not she would ever get such an intimate conversation with her again.