Thanks to Damien_Garcia DJKILLER7 on Wattpad for bringing the idea to me. And to MastorLichi (AO3, Wattpad)/ Lichi21 (Fanfiction) for offering to help out. She really brought a lot to the story! We are currently collaborating together writing this story.

A special note from Lichi: I'm super happy to be a part of this fic, as it is one of the first collabs I've ever done. Super happy to be with these two, hope you all enjoy! :)

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It has been around a week since the new school term started. Things were going pretty good for Raya. Although Danny tried to continue making advances on her, which he failed as Namaari was always there to help her out of any sticky situation. Michelle was more of the 'third wheel' in this as Raya was still shy to talk to anyone else other than Namaari and Sisu given that she and the blonde never really talk. As for Raya and Sisu, being on the same team has helped them connect more.

"Alright so it's been about a week since you and Raya met." Michelle said as she and Namaari walked to the locker rooms.

"Yeah, what about it?" Namaari asked in suspicion.

The girl laughed. "Come on Nami, it's obvious that you like her—!" Her mouth was soon covered by Namaari's hand. "Keep it down or else everyone will start to suspect." She said, glaring at Michelle.

Michelle, being the playful one she was, stuck out her tongue to lick Namaari's palm, making the girl's arm fly off of her mouth. Michelle just laughed, "Michelle that's so gross—" Namaari said, but soon got interrupted by the snorting and laughing words, "It's not like you do worse to me every once and a while—ow!"

Namaari only ended up elbowing her in the side, earning a whine from the other girl. Namaari wiped her hand off with her skirt. "You know better than to mess with me Michelle," Namaari said jokingly as she chuckled.

"Yeah right, don't wanna end up like Danny, how many times has he even tried at this point?" asked Michelle curiously.

"I don't know, maybe once everyday? He got a thing for Raya, well understandable, I would," Namaari mumbled before realizing what she had just said.

"Ooh~ Did I just hear a confession?" teased Michelle.

"Urgh, okay! I might be attracted to Raya a tad bit," Namaari sighed, looking around making sure no one was close enough to hear.

"I knew it!" Michelle chuckled.

"Look you gotta keep this a secret, you know that if I come out as a lesbian-" Namaari whispered before she was cut off.

"And then they will shun you blah blah blah~" Michelle rambled. "Yeah I know the whole gig. Don't worry, I can keep a secret."

The two girls soon made it to the locker rooms. Namaari went to her usual bathroom stall to change into her soccer clothes. Today they would be in the gym, working out with weights instead of doing drills. Remembering this, Namaari changed into a sleeveless top, and some shorts that almost went down to her knees. After she changed, she exited the locker room, and walked to the gym with her friends to wait for the coach to instruct them on the warm ups and routine they would do today.

Throughout the entire session, Namaari couldn't help but think about Raya. How beautiful she looked in that skirt and polo she wore that day, how funny she was as she told the story with her uncle who had a baby kick him in the face during lunch. The whole time Namaari was smiling, motivated to get stronger, not only because she needed to for her team, but also because she wanted to look good for Raya. She truly felt that they had a bond in between them, and she was very curious as to where this bond would take them.

Practice was soon over, and Namaari went back to the locker rooms to cool off and clean up. The other girls would shower, while Namaari would sit on her phone until the other girls slowly empty out of the area. Soon enough, she was all alone, and a notification appeared at the top of her screen as she scrolled through tik tok. A smile came across her face at who it was.

Raya:

hey there, princess undercut how was practice?

Namaari let out a chuckle at the name she called her, and began typing back, making sure not to make any mistake in her writing.

Namaari:

Same as every other Friday, just working out in the gym. How about you? Ever since you got on the track team, you've been practicing a ton haven't you?

Raya:

yeah I have! practice was a little shorter today, so i'm just in the bathroom right now.

Namaari:

Ohh I see, I'm in the locker room, about to shower if you wanna meet up later.

Raya:

sure thing. i'm bored anyways haha

Namaari:

Then it's set :)

Namaari set her phone down in her bag, and took off her shirt as she walked over to the showers. The girl carried an extra change of clothes in her hand, and set it down on the ledge before entering the shower. She began humming to herself a tune softly as she scrubbed her hair. Her thoughts on Raya, thinking about her. Soon, an image of her was beginning to form in her mind. She imagined her in the shower next to her, back to back. Namaari

"God, what a pervert you are, Namaari," she whispered to herself. She could feel her member begin to harden, she didn't stop herself. She needed to get this out. She needed to relieve herself right there, or else the bulge would be a hard thing to explain.

Reaching down to feel it, Namaari grabbed her length and began to pump it softly, making a little whine at the movement of her hands on her sensitive shaft. Erotic image forming in her mind as she remembered what she did with Michelle, and how she imagined Raya all submissive under her. The image soon formed. She envisioned Raya kneeling down in front of her, bobbing her cute face down her length, then spreading her legs for her. Even though Namaari has a questionable habit of fucking her friends, she has never masturbated to the thought of Michelle. This was different.

Looking at the nude form of Raya she imagined, Namaari only got harder, her erected shaft throbbing in her hands, as she began to stroke a little faster. Though she was never the loud one, she began to make small moans as she closed her eyes, imagining Raya naked in front of her, spreading her legs, showing the older girl her most private bits. Namaari was now using one hand to pump her cock, she used the other to massage her nipples, pinching them slightly, rolling them in between her fingers. She eventually let out a soft moan of pleasure as she leaned against the wall behind her. "A-ah~". Fully immersed in pleasuring herself as she mouthed Raya's name, closing her eyes as she stroked her length.

Namaari now imagined herself, thrusting her hips forward as she connected with Raya, her hand grabbing her hips, pounding Raya's wet womanhood lovingly as the imagination of hers moaned out of ecstasy, moaning the older girl's name. Namaari was so deep into this sexual fantasy of hers that little did she know, there was someone already there to hear all of her sounds of pleasure…

Raya was already in the locker room. Namaari's humming pleasing her ears. She then suddenly stopped, and Raya wondered what was wrong. The shy girl didn't want to intrude, so she just stayed seated. That was until a few minutes later, she heard a little moan from the girl in the other room. Raya didn't realize what she was hearing, until she heard it again, and a little louder this time. Her face grew red, and dropping her pencil she was using for homework, part of her wanted to approach the scene.

'No Raya, that's wrong. you shouldn't spy on people who are using themselves for pleasure…'

The girl thought to herself. But she, herself, began to get off at these little moans that were being made. Raya bit her lip, pursing them together before she stood up slowly.

'Okay, maybe just oooonnnneee peak…'

The girl crept up to the shower that was being used, and tried to peer through the edge of the curtain. She then stopped herself, trembling when she hit the edge of the curtain with her hand.

'This is wrong.'

A clear voice said in her head. She then retracted her hand from the curtain, unable to see the older girl. She walked back to the seat she was sitting at, a shadow creeping under the curtain as she turned and left…

Namaari couldn't help but notice some movement coming from out of the corner of her eye. She stopped, frozen in pure fear, letting go of her hard length. She gulped as her senses began to come back to her. She heard footsteps walk away from her station. As much as she was frustrated that her little private session was interrupted. Her mind began racing with all the possibilities.

'Oh no…'

She thought to herself. "Okay..i-it's going to be okay...if it really was her, then uh-" she whispered to herself, pacing around the shower.

'Tell her.'

Namaari's eyes widened at this thought. Was she crazy? Raya would think Namaari's a freak! Or would she?

Namaari turned off the shower with a turn of her hand on the handle. Taking a deep breath, she wrapped a towel around her body, and stepped out of the shower, to the bathroom stalls. There, she dried herself off, and dressed up in some sweats and a t-shirt that had a dragon on it. She then stepped out of the stall with some Nike slides over some puma crew socks on her feet, tossing her wet towel into the hamper. A ball of clothes in hand, she exited the shower area, and came into sight where Raya was sitting. The girl who was sitting on the bench, turned her head to her, smiling.

"Hey dep'la," Namaari said with a calm smile, though she was still nervous about what might've happened. "Hey," Raya replied, her soft voice echoing through the room. The two stared at each other for a moment, some water droplets still dripping down on Namaari's white t-shirt from her hair. Raya noticed this, and giggled. "'You sure you're completely dry there?" Raya said through a chuckle. Namaari, snapping out her small trance, looked down at herself, before realizing that her hair was quite damp.

"Oh yeah, this is fine," she said, flopping her hand. The elder approached Raya, and sat next to her, asking her what she was doing. The two then began to mingle for a while, before they soon parted to their respective pick-ups. Waving goodbye, Raya wished Namaari a safe trip home, before heading to the car that Tong was waiting in. Raya opened the car door, making Tong put his phone down, taking off his glasses that he had on his face. "Hey, how was school?" Tong asked in his usual gruff voice.

Raya, who was smiling, perked up and said, "It was great!" She seemed happy, instead of afraid and timid. This caught Tong off guard, as he shifted the gears to drive back home. "Oh really?"

He let out a chuckle, "What makes it so great, as you say?" Tong shifted his head a bit, looking at Raya. A larger smile spread across his face as he could tell something, or someone, was on her mind. Raya had a lovely smile on her features, tucking her hair behind her ear. "It's a boy, isn't it?" Tong teased.

Raya soon grew wide-eyed, her face getting red. She elbowed Tong, erupting a laugh from him. "It's not a boy who's making me happy. In fact, that boy is causing me some trouble..." She huffed, thinking about Danny.

Tong's face fell, "Raya-"

"But it's okay...because there's someone else protecting me and helping me through that." She said quietly, her thoughts trailing to Namaari.

Tong made a sigh of relief. "See, I told you there'd be people who like you! You're a great girl." He said, smiling at her.

Raya smiled back, "Yeah, but there's still that boy and his friends who keep picking on me. It's dumb… Well at least better than the previous school."

Tong reached into the back of his brain, pulling out his words of wisdom. "Yes Raya, but there are always going to be problems wherever you go. The important thing is, you have people to rely on, and they can rely on you."

"I wouldn't say rely quite yet." She said, rolling her eyes.

He shook his head, as he pulled into the driveway of the small house. "You and your trust issues Raya. You'll see, things will get better." They exited the car, and entered the house through the front door. Tuk Tuk, being the cheerful pup he is, rushed up to Raya, hopping up and down in front of her. "Hey Tuk Tuk, good to see you too," she said with a giggle. Tong reached down to pet Tuk Tuk for a moment, receiving some kisses from the little one back. "So tell me, who's been protecting you through these boy problems?"

Raya blushed, just thinking about Namaari made her heart flutter. "Well...her name is Namaari…"

And the two talked from there, sitting at the kitchen table as she told him about Namaari. It was a rather nice conversation. Raya felt safe with her uncle, and Tuk Tuk sat at her feet, snuggled up against her legs, making her feel even better. She could say that life was going pretty well at that moment in time.

The ride home was rather silent. The only thing that was heard was the quiet radio from the car. Her mother, being the focused driver she was, rarely ever talked to Namaari during car rides, unless she could sense something was wrong or off. This gave Namaari plenty of thinking time in the car, pondering about what happened that day at school. Instead of thinking however, Namaari was scrolling through instagram, liking posts from her friends and viewing their stories. She then had a notification pop up on her phone, from that very app.

"Raya Heart, who you might know, is on instagram. Come check it out!"

"Is that? I didn't know… I thought she said she didn't have any social media?" She clicked on the notification in curiosity, and smiled at the sight of the profile. 36 posts, her profile picture a beautiful selfie of her, 1,004 followers. She had plenty to stalk. How did she have so many followers? Maybe it's 'cause she switched schools? No, she just got here and barely talked to anyone but Namaari.

She scrolled up and down the feed, researching about her. Selfies with an older man were splattered across her feed. He looked a lot like her, so she guessed that he was her father. Other posts included her with a guitar, a piano, ukulele, etc. She clicked on them, watching them. She only fell more into the hole. They were singing videos, and her voice was so beautiful as she listened through her earbuds. An idiodic grin splurged on Namaari's face as she listened and watched her strum the strings. Little did she know, her mother was raising an eyebrow at her as they were stopped at the red light.

"Something catch your eye Namaari?" Virana cooed playfully, she didn't need for her daughter to say anything to know what was going on.

Namaari jumped in her seat, dropping her phone on the floor. She bent down to pick it up, trying to find a response. "N-no everything's fine mom." She said, brushing it off.

"Are you sure? I can clearly see that there's someone you've grown some sort of attachment to." She said, a smirk coming across her face.

"Moooommmm…" She groaned. "It's nothing," She said, turning her brightness down, getting a tad bit agitated.

She chuckled, "Alright my morning mist, if you say so." She said, as she stepped on the gas pedal.

Soon enough, they made it home, their cats jolting at the sudden opening of the garage. "Don't forget to do your homework today my love," Virana called as Namaari rushed upstairs.

"Okay mom." She said, and then her room door shut. Throwing her stuff in the corner, Namari laid on her bed and opened up her phone again. She kept going on with her search, scrolling through her videos, and after 30 minutes or so, she found that she had a link in her bio. Clicking it took her to a youtube channel.

"Raya Heart"

That was the name of the channel. It featured plenty of covers, ranging from Ariana Grande, to The Weeknd. She was more of a pop singer. Finding this cute, she clicked on the most popular video, and began watching. It was taken a few months ago, with 24K views, and 13K likes. Greedy by Ariana Grande she sang, and man was she on point with each note. The groovy song rang in her ears with happiness. It was well done. She could tell that Ariana Grande was one of her favorite artists, based on how many covers she made for her over the years.

Then, Namaari realized something peculiar, as much like the videos received, there were an equally fair amount of dislikes. Which was unbelievable considering how good Raya was at singing. Something else caught Namaari's eye, it was the fact that Raya hasn't posted anything on her Instagram or her channel for about a year now. 'Why would she stop? She is so good… And… she looks different than what she is now… So confident back then… and what a beautiful voice… really… What happened to her?' That was the question that formed inside Namaari's mind. She then scrolled down to the comments, most of them were pretty encouraging, but she then realized an equally fair amount of comments that made her want to smash her phone in anger.

"What a faker, she's just doing this for attention don't you see?"

Namaari, being the tempered one she was, made a tiny laugh at this comment in spite, and began to reply to this comment. She then realized that this comment was made a few weeks ago, and realizing that it was a bit late, she decided to stop typing. Onto the next comment she was reading.

"What the fuck is up with her hair? You look like an idiot when you sing hun."

"She's not even hitting all the notes right, what a loser."

"Your voice is so terrible, you better pay for my medical fees to cure my ears."

"Wow, slut, even on here you are looking for attention?"

"What a loser. These are horrible!"

"You really need to lip sync to a better track girl, this is just a terrible cover."

Even on Raya's instagram, they were hate comments at every post. Writing about how terrible Raya looks, how she is so needy for attention, and some comments even slut shaming her. Namaari couldn't even believe her eyes when she read some of the comments.

"Wow, I bet you people that she let that old man shag her every now and then."

"Yeah! Like how she shagged the school track team."

Just from this comment, Namaari realized what Sisu said before was true. Raya might really have been on the school team in her previous school as well. Why else would the comment specify the track team out of all the sports teams the school could have?

"Holy, this is cringy honestly."

'No you are cringy!' Namaari thought in her head. She was frowning even more now as she read the rest of the comments.

"What a loser!"

Namaari clenched her phone, saying, "Like you can sing any better, asshole." She muttered to herself. "All you know how to do is troll." She kept scrolling, and realizing how many hate comments she had on this singular video made Namaari begin to think about why Raya was so shy. She was scared. She didn't want to have any more of those hateful words targeted toward her. That was probably why she decided to transfer school as well! Bullies that made her feel worthless.

Setting her phone down, she laid back, thinking about this, everything beginning to piece together. A beautiful, talented girl like her was being bullied. It was terrible, the potential of someone squandered, that fiery passion put out from bullies.

Something inside of her wanted to put a stop to this. Namaari needed to show her how much she was worth, and she knew exactly how to do so.

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