Camp Counselor (Lesbian) (GirlxGirl) (LGBT)

Proof

(POV: Frankie)

"Hey Cal," I mumble, trying my best to sound sultry. Earlier, I'd privately invited her to the beach so that we could... say a proper goodbye. 

Or, at least, that's what I wanted her to think.

As far as I'm concerned, a proper goodbye to Cal would be a middle finger and a grin, but I needed her to think that there was still a spark between us. She was easy to sway, but it would take some legitimate work to get her to turn her back on Taylor. Even for a moment-- but a moment was all that I needed.

I had Rowan's phone placed haphazardly in my hoodie pocket, already set and recording, it was nearly foolproof, so long as I didn't drop it in the ocean. I tried not to make it obvious that I had it, since our phones had all been confiscated, but I also didn't want the soft material of my pocket to muffle our voices. 

All I needed was for her to say it, loud and clear. 

That would be proof enough. 

"You getting tired of your little camp romance?" She says, noticing me and offering up a frustratingly pleased smirk. She crosses her arms poignantly under her chest to push up her tits. Very subtle, Cal. I hardly noticed. 

"Yeah, I guess Rowan just doesn't get me like you do," I reply, cringing inwardly. It was like dialogue from a bad nineties movie-- and, much like the actors of the time, I simply didn't mean a word of it. The sentence seemed to crawl off of my tongue like thousands of tiny spiders escaping their nest, leaving an unpleasant feeling tickling me in the back of the throat. I couldn't wait to get this over with. 

"I'm not surprised," She mumbles, stepping closer. Gross. I have to stop myself from stepping back. This felt so fucking wrong. 

"Oh yeah?" I ask, my voice cracking. I couldn't do this. I loved Rowan. 

"Yeah," She grabs my hand, and my body goes cold. Fuck. "She's... sticky sweet, and baby-faced, and can't help but follow the rules. I mean, come on, Frankie. She's just like every other straight girl who wants to feel different for a change-- we can all tell that she's only interested in you for the... adventure," She clicks her tongue against her teeth and I shift uncomfortably on my feet. The fuck was that supposed to mean? As far as adventures go, I was a pretty lame one. If Cal was really interested in rekindling things with me, going straight for an underhanded insult was not exactly the most direct route. But, I had to play along.

"I need someone who can keep up with me," I reply, numbly, reaching for her second hand. Did that sound like movie dialogue? I think it worked. Kind of. I didn't really know what I was trying to say, but I'd leave it up to her interpretation. As long as I kept up the low, lurid voice. 

"And what do you mean by that?" She mumbles, coming in just a little bit closer. I could feel her breath on my neck, and it sent a prickly shudder down my spine. I stop myself from rolling my eyes. 

"I need you, Cal. I want you," I murmur back. Now, I certainly wouldn't be winning any academy awards, but I was doing okay. I've faked it before, I can do it again. 

"How am I supposed to believe that?" She whispers, her tone suddenly shifting. Fuck. I was laying it on a little too thick. "You're the one who dumped me, remember?" She scoffs, suddenly releasing my hands. Shit, shit, shit. 

"I know--" I reach for her again, narrowly grabbing her wrist as she stepped back. "And I was wrong-- I, uh, I miss you," I stammer, trying to convince her with my eyes not to walk away. I really did need her, just not in the way that she thinks.