Unexpected

Choir Class

Camila's P.O.V.

"Okay class, today I will assign you with partners for a project!" Mr. Chavaria notified the class enthusiastically. Turning my head to see Dinah, my best friend, I whispered to her in disgust "Look at them thinking they're perfect and popular" while glaring towards the seats to my right being occupied by the Lauren Jauregui and Normani Kordei. "Chanco, you have to let it go they're probably not as bad as they seem." Dinah replied "Puh-lease, you're only saying that because you have a giant ass crush on Normani." "Ow!" I exclaimed from Dinah's fist colliding into my arm.

Everyone was staring at me, including the two girls I was complaining about to my best friend.

I laughed nervously. When the stares stopped I whispered to her "What the fuck, Dinah!" "If you want a Poly Beatdown you better not talk about that." She said with a tone of voice that made me almost shit myself.

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Lauren's P.O.V.

My best friend, Normani, and I were excited for the group project Mr. Chavaria announced. Right now he was picking out the partners seeing which ones are the best pairs to make the "perfect song". "I hope we get paired together!" Mani squealed. "Mani," I said, "calm your tits." "Well, you're just a big ball of sunshine." she replied sarcastically. "Sorry, Mani," I apologized, "it's just she's talking about me again, she does know she's a horrible whisperer, right?" "Who, Camila?" "No shit, Sherlock." I replied sarcastically. My best friend was about to say something when Mr. Chavaria interrupted, "Okay class, I have made up the pairs for who you're going to be partnered with for this project. Normani you're with Dinah, Ally," one of my friends, "You're with Troy, Camila you're with Lauren." My heart dropped into my stomach as I heard those words, she's gonna kill me... I could see her reaction as well and she didn't look too pleased either.

I heard Normani trying to suppress a laugh but failing. "Ha! Sucks for you, I got to be with that hot chick, Dinah!" My face grew red when she said that and I fought the urge to choke her right then and there.

"So you're assignments will be to write a song, not just any song the 'perfect song' I will hold a contest, whoever's group writes and performs the best song gets 10 homework passes." The whole class cheered, the class consisting of mostly girls since choir is a 'gay' or 'girly' thing pisses me off.

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Before school ended Camila gave me her number, texted me her address, and said to be there in an hour.

I'm not going to lie Camila is an attractive girl but she's sometimes really stubborn. We've gotten paired up before and will never let me get any say of what's going on. I have no fucking clue why she hates me but I'm trying to find out.

After getting home I decided to wear a 'The 1975' shirt and black ripped skinny jeans.

I gathered some stuff for songwriting into my backpack and took off to her house. Her house isn't that far from mine so it was only a 10 minute drive. I pulled up into the driveway and checked my phone '4:30 PM' it read, just on time. I walked up the steps to the door and noticed some toys for children at the doorstep, I assume she has a little brother or sister. I rang the doorbell. It was quiet for a moment, I was about to reach up to ring the doorbell again when I heard footsteps coming from the inside towards the door.

"Hey..." The Cuban girl inside said while scratching the nape of her neck , "my parents aren't home so it's a quiet place to work in, they took my little sister to her ballet class." She started walking up the stairs to her room. I shut the door and followed her up...

We finally made it to her room. There were a few stuffed animals on her bed with bright pink covers. The wall was bombarded with pictures of her, her friends, her family, etc. but this one thing caught my eye in the corner of the room, a guitar! "Nice guitar." I said nonchalantly. She sat down on her window seat and patted the spot next to her inviting me to come sit.

I sat down and pulled out some paper and pencils, "Okay, where should we start?" I asked "Let's start with the music first."

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We got a tune for the song now for the lyrics. "Wait." I said "What?" She asked partially annoyed. "I want to know something," I said, "why do you hate me?"

She sighed and answered with "I don't" "So you like me?" I asked in a flirtatious tone while scooting closer to her. "I-um, I--" she stuttered as I got so close to her that she had no escape. Well that went from 0-100 real quick. How come I can't control what I'm doing right now?

Do I like her?

AN: hey guys sorry if this is sucky. I'm trying this out so if you guys like it I'll continue it :D