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good to know daya still have her big fat lesbian crush from 3 years ago

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forgot to post this important info yesterday

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I’m- DAYA YOU HORNY BITCH

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you don’t know what you do to me (daya/camden, daya/bosco) - chapter 1

it is highschool au time but make it kinda dramatic bc i love that kinda shit, big thanks to @moonshotsx for lsitening to me ramble about this and planning it with me for the past like week 

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“You got a D again?” Bosco questioned, holding back a snicker as Daya glared at her.

“It’s hard! I swear we didn’t go over half the stuff on this test.” Daya grumbled, glancing back at the test that had been handed back to her with a disgusted look as if that would help her from failing every test they got.

“We did, you just weren’t paying attention.” Daya elbowed Bosco as they smirked, knowing full well they were right but not wanting to admit it. Sitting next to them was distracting enough and it wasn’t her fault their teacher was the most boring person known to man.

“Why don’t you get someone to tutor you? At this point, you’re not going to pass if you don’t start doing better.”

Daya just sighed in response, rolling her eyes but nodding nonetheless, she knew she needed help. She was already behind and failing math wasn’t exactly something she wanted to do. Though she didn’t want to deal with someone other than Bosco trying to help her. No one else got her as they did and it was too easy to want to change.

Bosco would joke that she never wanted any other friends, she’d scare people away with her height and cold, bitchy demeanour. Bosco knew it to be a lie, Daya was one of the softest people she knew but her guard was perpetually up unless they were alone and it made befriending people difficult.

It wasn’t much of a surprise when Daya was asked to stay after class, though she glanced to her side as the redhead that always kept her head down who sat in front of her was also asked. Bosco just smirked as they left to wait outside, telling her not to be too long.

“Daya? Your results are a bit concerning. You’re a bright girl so I don’t know why you keep failing tests, is that friend of yours distracting you?”

Daya shook her head, she would sooner die than go through math class without Bosco to make it interesting.

“If your grades don’t start picking up I’m afraid I’ll have to move you, maybe start with actually handing in your homework?”

Daya just nodded along, knowing if she spoke up she would surely say something to get herself in trouble. She could hold her thoughts in, for now, to tell Bosco later.

“So, Camden. I’d like you to help Daya, you could be a good influence on her. She definitely needs it.”

Daya held back the eye roll, knowing Bosco was listening in on this and laughing to themself in the hallway.

“Yes miss, I’m more than happy to help her.”

“Good, you can both go now.”

Daya glanced at Camden, taking in the smaller girl's appearance properly for the first time. She’d seen her around and in class but she never spent too long looking at people, they’d always look scared if she stared for too long.

Camden was a lot meeker than someone like Bosco, she was smart, Daya knew that much. From what she’d heard she also went to dance with Bosco and was always the first one to volunteer for things and a bit of a teacher's pet.

The other glaringly obvious thing was that she was cute, maybe it was the curly ginger hair that framed her face or the shy smile she gave Daya when they turned to each other.

Maybe this could be bearable.

Bosco raised an eyebrow as the pair walked out, exchanging numbers before Camden went off to lunch. It took one look to know Daya wasn’t going to live this down and Bosco was going to take great joy in teasing her at every opportunity.

“So, Camden huh?” Bosco’s smirk was audible, Daya rolled her eyes, refusing to make eye contact, knowing it would make Bosco even smugger.

“Don’t start. She’s just going to help me with math.”

“I mean, she’s cute. It’d be good for you to talk to another person for a change.” Bosco shrugged, although she kept her eyes trained on Daya as her disposition changed at the last part.

“Are you getting sick of me?” Her tone was jokingly accusing, though Bosco knew there was some hurt in there, the hesitation in her eyes was a clear sign they’d hit a nerve. Shit.

“Never,” Bosco spoke softer, making sure Daya held her eye contact, stroking her hand with their thumb as she glanced down.

“Daya. I mean it. Where else am I going to find someone who’s just as good of a mix as stupid and pretty as you? You’re too much fun to be around.”

“You think I’m pretty?” Daya glanced back up, smiling slightly at Bosco as they laughed, of course, she focused on that part.

“Yes, that’s just a fact.”

Daya smiled, her hurt already forgotten at that revelation. Bosco kept hold of her hand, finding a table out the way for them to sit at and spend the rest of their lunch period talking about everything that had transpired in the math class and why Daya’s eyes had lingered on Camden longer than she ever did anyone else.

Bosco was never going to let her live that down.

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Daya tried to shake off the anxiety that fell over her, knowing she couldn’t exactly pull her usual act of bitchy disinterest if the person was going to be helping her. It was easier for Camden to come to her house, Crystal was at work so she didn’t have to worry about seeing anyone.

But the idea of someone other than Bosco in her space? It was terrifying. Camden was nice over text, and from what she’d heard off of Bosco she always seemed sweet during their fleeting conversations at dance.

Daya glanced up to see the redhead coming toward her, swallowing her feelings and trying her best to put on a less angry face. Bosco always told her she had a mean resting bitch fact and that wouldn’t help her get Camden on her side and actually pass math.

By the time they arrived, Daya was ready to melt into the ground at the questions Camden had asked her. Asking what she struggled with had turned up with far too many things to list. It was easier to ask what she did understand. The list seemed to shrink every time she went to class.

Though it was surprisingly easy, Camden made for a patient teacher, working through every part of the homework that Daya struggled with and explaining it in-depth, even if she did have a bit of a giggle at the fact the taller girl had no clue how to figure out a square root even while holding a calculator. They worked their way through over half the problems before Daya’s focus started to give out.

“This is hurting my brain.” Daya groaned, staring at the problems in front of her as if they were an ancient language she was trying to unravel, Camden just laughed, putting her pen down and turning to the taller girl.

“Why don’t we take a break? You’ve got a lot of it done.” Camden smiled, leaning back in her chair to stretch. Something about her felt welcoming. She'd heard enough from Bosco to know the redhead was easy to get along with but it felt different. It felt safe like she could be more openly herself around her and not have to keep her guard up so high.

“Because I won’t want to go back to it.”

“I’ll make sure it’s finished by the time I leave, give yourself a second to process.” At Camden’s insistence, Daya just nodded. Her focus was long gone and this was causing more and more pain the more she tried to understand it. Whoever created math must have hated people.

“I need another coffee.”

“How do you sleep when you drink so much caffeine?” Camden looked at the taller girl in shock, that had to have been her third cup since they started. Where did all the caffeine even go?

“I don’t. Do you want another drink?” Daya shrugged, unable to stop herself from smiling at the dramatic shock of Camden’s expression. The redhead stared at her in disbelief, shaking her head at how quickly she moved on to another subject.

Camden just shrugged it off, asking for water as Daya left the room, leaving her to sit briefly and ponder everything. Daya was interesting, to say the least, she’d thought that the taller woman was going to be difficult to work with. She rarely talked to anyone other than Bosco, always seemed disinterested in people, and had no problem saying exactly what she was thinking to someone. But something about that perception felt so off, even having only spent a couple of hours with her.

Camden glanced around from where she was sitting at Daya’s desk, the fact the walls were painted bright yellow wasn’t lost on her. It felt like there was so much to Daya that she hid. It wasn’t hard to see she was guarded, that much was obvious even when they started texting to discuss how and when to meet up for tutoring. Her answers were short, rarely more than a few words. But it was so different from how she was, either laser-focused or just wanting to talk and not look at the thing she was supposed to be working on.

Daya came back in soon after, setting down the drinks and going back to her chair, though her attention was anywhere other than the worksheet.

“That’s a cute mug.” Camden gestured to the koala mug Daya was sipping her coffee out of. Daya’s face lit up at the comment, proudly showing it off with a gleeful smile.

“Isn’t it? I love koalas.”

“Are they your favourite animal?”

“Yeah! I even have koala slippers. They’re so cute.” Daya stood up, grabbing her slippers from the other side of her room to show. Camden couldn’t help but laugh slightly at the sight of Daya, all black clothes. Someone half of the school was scared of, holding up her koala slippers like they were the most important thing in the world. It was endearing in a way Camden didn’t quite understand, it made her feel warm inside as if she got to see this side of the girl that no one else really did.

Except for Bosco.

Their chatter continued, Camden learning the walls were yellow because that was Daya’s favourite colour and about the large plush koala that sat on her bed being a gift from Bosco. She couldn't help but forget the reason they were there in the first place, the math homework sat untouched for far too long before Camden remembered that they had still yet to finish all the problems.

Just as they neared the end, Daya finally noticed her phone buzzing from where she’d tossed it on her bed earlier in the day. Glancing at it sent a wave of panic through her, three missed calls from Bosco and five texts getting increasingly antsy in tone, asking if she was there and if she could pick up her damn phone before finishing with just a simple message that broke her heart to look at.

Daya, please

Daya fumbled, quickly going to ring Bosco as Camden watched in silence, not wanting to disturb whatever was happening in front of her. The way Daya’s face dropped was enough to clue her in it was important.

Bosco picked up almost instantly, Daya quickly noticing her panicked breaths over the line.

“Oh thank god, why weren’t you picking up your phone?”

“I’m sorry, I was busy with the tutoring.”

Bosco just sighed in return, it sounded defeated. Daya made a mental note to press them to talk about their feelings when the time was right.

“Can I come over? We had another argument.” They continued, though their usual confidence was replaced with something much more meek and quiet. Something that worried Daya.

“Oh god, of course. You’re always welcome here.”

“Thanks.” Bosco hung up shortly after, Daya knowing she’d be there within the next 10 minutes.

Camden looked at her, confused as Daya rushed back over to her desk, staring at the homework once more as if nothing had happened.

“I’m trying to finish this before she comes over.” Daya clarified, glancing at Camden as she spoke before focusing on the last question of the sheet.

The doorbell rang before long, Daya jumping up in a hurry and rushing down, knowing Bosco would be annoyed anyway and not wanting to leave them waiting.

Though she expected it, the sight at the door still tugged at her heart. Bosco stood in front of her, their face a contorted mixture of about to cry and absolutely fuming. Daya reached her hand out, pulling Bosco in and letting them bury their head into her shoulder without a word.

She spent a few minutes calming them down before dragging Bosco to her bedroom, momentarily forgetting Camden was still in there as Bosco’s demeanor changed, staring at Camden with the coldest glare Daya had seen from her.

Camden looked back at her, blinking wilding wondering what she had done to get herself into this situation.

Oh right, Daya.

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you don’t know what you do to me - chapter two (daya x bosco/daya x camden)

ignore this took so fucking long to finish but i’ve finally written the second chapter and hopefully i’ll be posting updates more regularly now exams are over and it’s summer, am working full time tho so we’ll see

and perhaps there is more ships than i originally mentioned ;)  ao3 link

Bosco couldn’t help but just stare chillingly at Camden as they continued to walk Daya through the last problem on the sheet, watching them hesitate as her eyes never left the pair of them at her desk. Daya just frowned, muttering to Bosco to not look like she wanted to kill her only hope of passing this damn class. 

As soon as she left, they felt free to let everything out. The feeling of being burrowing against Daya’s chest was safe enough for the dam to break, everything spilling forward in a torrent of emotion they couldn’t control, or maybe didn’t want to. Perhaps it was easy to be messy, Daya didn’t care. She would just hold them until it all subsided. 

They took a deep, shaking breath to try and subside the sobs that started pouring out, it was a fruitless endeavor, Bosco clung to Daya like a safety net, keeping her from facing her own feelings, pent up for eternity until someone could see through all the sarcasm and quick wit.

“It’s okay now, let it out,” Daya whispered, running a hand through Bosco’s ginger curls as they let themself cry harder, muffling the cries into Daya’s chest.

After what felt like an eternity, the tears started to run dry. Bosco was left a shivering wreck in Daya’s arms, wondering why she’d even let it get to this point in the first place. Daya only held her close as she had been since they arrived. Bosco wished they could show their appreciation in a way that wouldn’t fracture their already precarious state. All they wanted to do was kiss her, hold her so that she would understand, and tell her in every little way all that they loved about her.

Fuck. 

“You okay?” Daya asked softly, Bosco moving their head from her shoulder to look up at her as she spoke. “I’ll be fine.” Despite her words, Bosco’s tone was wobbly, the crying had broken them into a shell of their usual confidence, not even believing the words that came out of their own mouth. “You don’t sound so sure.” “I’m just tired of it all, it’s like I can’t be myself around them or anyone without getting into a fight.” They sighed, feeling Daya’s arms tighten around their waist and pull them in impossibly closer to her chest, resting her head atop theirs as Bosco nestled against her collar bone. “You can here, Crystal loves you and I’ll never judge you.”

“Thanks.” Despite their concise response, Daya knew how much it meant to Bosco. They struggled to show much emotion sometimes, preferring to go through life observing people and making quick comments to get people off her back. Daya knew she was the only one that got to see through all of the walls, to the insecurity and the emotions they couldn’t hold back forever. 

She held them, letting them take their time to get back to a point where they could speak. Eventually, her tears subsided and breathing slowed, their eyes growing heavy from the flood of emotion and dozing off in Daya’s arms. 

Daya felt a rush of things overcome her as she looked at Bosco’s peaceful, sleeping face. She just wanted to protect them, knowing all the shit that went down with their parents. She knew deep down she was their safe place but it wasn’t enough to make it all go away. They could hide together from the world but they’d have to face it at some point. 

She knew how pretty they were, of course, she’d noticed before but something felt more intimate about this. The way she got to see them with their hair thrown up into a messy bun, makeup half cried off and still looking incredible. Some people weren’t capable of looking bad and Bosco had to be one of them. How she continued to be single was a mystery but Daya wasn’t complaining about having them all to herself. 

Bosco stirred an hour later, looking up at Daya with half-lidded eyes and a sleepy smile that made her heart squeeze. They rolled their head back into her with a sigh, nuzzling into her as Daya tightened her grip on them. 

“Thanks.” They murmured sleepily, still smiling at Daya.

Daya wanted to let Bosco fall back asleep against her, though the logical side of her brain told her to not let them fall asleep in jeans and get them something more comfortable to sleep in. She pulled herself away from them, eliciting a whine from the redhead. Daya couldn’t help but turn back to look at them, looking at her from her bed with a slight pout, though it turned to a smile as Daya tossed her some clothes, turning around to let her change in peace. 

Bosco felt at peace, knowing no matter what Daya was always ready to help her. At least they had her, no matter what they would always be inseparable, even if new people came into the picture and disrupted it. She was Daya’s number one.

They woke up curled together, Bosco brought out of the comfort of Daya curled around her to the blaring tones of her alarm. The taller girl didn’t budge when she whispered to wake her up, having to shake her slightly to get a response. 

Daya let out a sleepy grunt, cracking her eyes open to stare at Bosco before letting out a content sigh and leaning her head back down to lay on their chest. 

“Get up, this is why we’re always late.” “Good morning to you too.” Daya giggled, pulling herself up after a few minutes of lingering in Bosco’s arms, not quite ready to face the day. She wished she could stay like that sometimes, in the comfort of Bosco, and not have to think about the world. 

Bosco too, relished in the easier moment,s knowing life could never be that simple. They would go back to fighting with their parents, wishing they would understand or even just try a tiny bit to sympathise with what she was going through. At least Daya was there, stupidly soft Daya who she wished she could spend every waking minute with and never wanted to leave.

The small things reminded them of how much they appreciated her, eating breakfast together, giggling about Daya’s damn koala mug and slippers. Snickering as she almost burnt her hand pouring out a coffee, too tired to aim well.

Getting ready, stealing some of Daya’s clothes because she hadn’t brought anything with her, Daya just shrugged, tossing a shirt and jeans at Bosco as she started to look for an outfit for the day.  

“Bosco!” Daya whined, Bosco having plucked the beanie she just placed on her head and putting it on themself with a smug grin. “What? I think it looks good,” They laughed, jumping back when Daya attempted to grab it back, dodging her subsequent attempts. “You’re such a pain.” Daya huffed, grabbing a different beanie with a pout, though the playfulness in her tone wasn’t missed by her friend, Bosco only laughed more, making Daya roll her eyes back. “I try my best.” They teased, prodding a finger against Daya’s cheek to rile her up more, ending in the taller girl tackling them back down onto her bed, giggling as she fell on top of them before nestling her head against their chest. 

“Mmm, you’re good at it.” Daya couldn't help but grin from ear to ear at Bosco’s antics, her chest tightening in a sweet way and they beamed back. 

The day went as well as it could have after the night before, Bosco dreaded when Daya dropped off at home to grab her things before making it to dance class, cursing why she had to turn up when people would just stare and act as if they’d never seen a tall girl in their lives. 

It was the height, she told herself that to keep from thinking too hard about the real reason. Not everyone could be as accepting as Daya. They’d known her since before she came out and remembering how that went down still sent a chill down their spine. 

Getting there and seeing everyone already sorted, crowding around their teacher explaining the plans for their next show. “You’re going to have to get into pairs for this, each pair will be assigned a style and I expect you to work together to get it as good as you can if you want to be able to perform in the showcase.” 

Bosco glanced around the room, irked by how quickly everyone seemed to run to someone else, and the sideways glances that were thrown at her, too tall to be partnered with most people and too intimidating for any of the boys to try and come up to her. 

There was only one person left after a minute or two, Camden stared back at her with wide eyes, quietly coming to her side with an apologetic look. 

They glanced down, eyeing up Camden with a defensive hesitance, wondering why she would go to them in her right mind. It would have been smarter to go up to their teacher and question if there was a solo option. Anything was easier than working with them. 

“Are you sure?” One of the guys turned to Camden with a raised eyebrow, glancing at Bosco before snickering slightly. The redhead felt her blood start to boil, what were they implying? 

“Yes I am, why wouldn’t I be?” Camden challenged the stare her peers gave, glaring at the boy in front of her with a feisty confidence Bosco would have never predicted coming from her. 

“I mean, she’s-” He trailed off, gesturing vaguely to Bosco. 

They knew what they meant. Why they all stared, they didn’t have to say it for everyone to understand. She wasn’t like them and no matter how hard she tried she’d always stick out like a sore thumb. Fuck, why here and now? Bosco felt tears threaten to fall but kept their face stern and cold, aloof and unbothered just as they wish they could be. “She’s what. Say it.” Camden got louder, stepping closer to the guy in anger, people starting to gather around like a fight was about to break out.

Bosco vaguely wondered what Daya would do if she saw this, probably punch the guy in the face. “She’s just a good bit taller than you is all, and one of you has to wear a suit-” He back peddled, Camden only rolling her eyes in response before continuing to glare “I don’t see how that’s a problem, plus I’d love to wear a suit for a number.” Her words were so pointed, the fury growing more and more visible while their teacher came over to break up whatever fight was about to go down. Bosco could only stare, feeling their stomach churn at the implications but ease with Camden’s insistence. At least someone had their back, though was that just because of the thing with Daya? Why the hell was she suddenly defending them when no one had noticed her pain before this. Why now? What was going on in her head? 

“If you’re confident with your choice then it doesn’t matter, now back to the choreography.” Their teacher diffused the situation, grabbing everyone’s attention back to the front of the room and leaving Bosco’s head to swirl with a ton of thoughts as Camden took place by their side.

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“Why did you do that?” Bosco approached Camden as everyone else left the changing room, staring coldly at the smaller redhead. “Do what?” Camden tried not to let herself look too scared, Bosco didn’t sound mad but that girl was way too hard to read, and they had a constant resting bitch face that made Daya look approachable. “Defend me, you didn’t have to. Hell, it would have been easier if you didn’t, you could have had this easy.” Bosco’s eyes shifted to the side, her arms crossed over her chest as if it would protect her from any form of vulnerability. Camden’s expression softened, smiling in a way that caught Bosco off guard, far too caring for someone they barely knew. “Because it’s not fair of them to treat you any different, so what if you’re taller than the other girls, that doesn’t mean you should have to do something you’re uncomfortable with.” They could only raise an eyebrow, nodding as Camden continued to explain herself. 

“Also, it felt targeted. Of course, the only pair they have a problem with is the one with a trans person. It’s as if they wanted to invalidate you without saying it to try and feel good about themselves, it’s disgusting.” Camden shook her head, heated just at the thought of it. How had everyone just looked past this until now? No one seemed to really talk to them but Camden had heard the way people whispered as Bosco locked herself in the stalls to get changed, not daring to spare a glance around the room and risk being accused of something. 

Camden had seen a lot of things, it happened when you were quiet, she knew Bosco was the same way. Observant to a fault and always aware of their surroundings. There was no way they didn’t know what people said but they never seemed to let it bother them.

Or did they just not want to admit it hurt? 

“You know everyone is going to look at you weird now? For partnering with me.” They tried to play it off, rolling their eyes as they spoke but the words felt half-hearted, laced with a trace of bitterness at the attitudes of the people surrounding them. Camden didn’t need people whispering about her, she could live a normal enough life if she didn’t get tangled up with them. “I don’t care.” Her words were absolute in a way that sent Bosco reeling, Camden staring through her soul with piercingly strong eyes that she vaguely wondered if was why Daya had been so smitten with her since they started talking. It was hard to hide from that face.  “Maybe Daya was right about you.” “Daya talked about me?” Camden’s eyes widened slightly heart speeding up in a way she refused to acknowledge. She knew Daya would mention their tutoring at some point, especially given how close she was with Bosco. But to know it was enough to where they had been influenced by it was both exciting and unsettling. “She said you’re sweet, more kindness than common sense I’d argue.” Bosco’s smirk distracted her from the sharpness of her words, though her tone felt warmer than before. Something changed, her arms falling by her side instead of protectively at her chest. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” Camden’s smile made things start to add up, they could see what was attracting Daya. They made a mental note to question her later, knowing there was no way she could deny her growing feelings towards the smaller redhead. “Good, it was.” “You’re not so bad yourself, might want to improve on your compliments though.” 

Bosco looked down at Camden in shock, staring as she laughed, unable to stop their lips from curling into a small smile too. “Don’t push it.” Bosco rolled her eyes, though kept a small smile. 

Camden couldn't help but return it, knowing then she’d managed to crack their walls down just a tiny bit. Something about Bosco was far too intriguing for her own good, all she wanted to do was spend time figuring the taller girl out. There was something under the guard and the quick wit that she could feel, that peeked out when they stood next to each other, Camden not letting people win in their judgment of the pair.

Bosco couldn’t exactly deny the interest either, she was curious about whatever made her decide to befriend both her and Daya. Though that was her only interest, making sure Daya was going to be happy if she did end up pursuing this crush.

That was her only interest, totally. 

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wip wednesday

remember how i said i was working on a highschool au? here’s a lil preview before i finish and post the first chapter 

“You got a D again?” Bosco questioned, holding back a snicker as Daya glared at her. 

“It’s hard! I swear we didn’t go over half the stuff on this test.” Daya grumbled, glancing back at the test that had been handed back to her with a disgusted look as if that would help her from failing every test they got. “We did, you just weren’t paying attention.” Daya elbowed Bosco as they smirked, knowing full well they were right but not wanting to admit it. Sitting next to them was distracting enough and it wasn’t her fault their teacher was the most boring person known to man. 

“Why don’t you get someone to tutor you? At this point, you’re not going to pass if you don’t start doing better.” Daya just sighed in response, rolling her eyes but nodding nonetheless, she knew she needed help. She was already behind and failing math wasn’t exactly something she wanted to do. Though she didn’t want to deal with someone other than Bosco trying to help her. No one else got her as they did and it was too easy to want to change.

Bosco would joke that she never wanted any other friends, she’d scare people away with her height and cold, bitchy demeanour. Bosco knew it to be a lie, Daya was one of the softest people she knew but her guard was perpetually up unless they were alone and it made befriending people difficult.

It wasn’t much surprise when Daya was asked to stay after class, though she glanced to her side as the redhead that always kept her head down who sat in front of her was also asked. Bosco just smirked as they left to wait outside, telling her not to be too long. 

“Daya? Your results are a bit concerning. You’re a bright girl so I don’t know why you keep failing tests, is that friend of yours distracting you?” Daya shook her head, she would sooner die than go through math class without Bosco to make it interesting.

“If your grades don’t start picking up I’m afraid I’ll have to move you, maybe start with actually handing in your homework?” Daya just nodded along, knowing if she spoke up she would surely say something to get herself in trouble. She could hold her thoughts in, for now, to tell Bosco later.

“So, Camden. I’d like you to help Daya, you could be a good influence on her. She definitely needs it.” 

Daya held back the eye roll, knowing Bosco was listening in on this and laughing to themself in the hallway.

“Yes miss, I’m more than happy to help her.”

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hiiiii might i request a snippet from whatever sk8r boi is it sounds interesting!!!!

Hi you've managed to find the one (1) wip that isn't dayasco 😂

"Who's your friend?"

"This is Camden, the girl from my dance class I told you about."

Daya looks her over unabashedly while forming a big bubble with her chewing gum and letting it pop, a smirk settling onto her lips.

"You weren't lying when you said she's pretty." Daya winks at her before skating off again.

Camden's face feels like it's on fire. Did Daya just flirt with me? She turns to Bosco, who grins triumphantly.

"I knew you'd be her type."