Drama Girls: A Lesbian Romance

by Mia Archer

  Drama Girls

  Mia Archer

  Drama Girls

  By Mia Archer

  Copyright 2017 Mia Archer

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

  Individuals pictured on the cover are models and used for illustrative purposes only.

  First digital edition electronically published by Mia Archer, July 2017

  Let your fantasies come true with Mia Archer…

  Thanks for downloading this story and supporting me!

  Check out my catalog, all available in Kindle Unlimited!

  Want to know when I release new stories? Subscribe to the Mia Archer mailing list for all the latest updates!

  Sign up at http://miaarcher.com/subscribe/

  Created with Vellum

  Contents

  Drama Girls

  1. Chloe

  2. Sarah

  3. Chloe

  4. Sarah

  5. Chloe

  6. Sarah

  7. Chloe

  8. Sarah

  9. Chloe

  10. Sarah

  11. Chloe

  12. Sarah

  13. Chloe

  14. Sarah

  15. Chloe

  16. Sarah

  17. Sarah

  18. Chloe

  19. Sarah

  20. Chloe

  21. Sarah

  22. Chloe

  23. Sarah

  24. Chloe

  25. Chloe

  26. Sarah

  27. Chloe

  Author’s Note

  Keep Reading!

  Also by Mia Archer

  Princess Charming

  1. Dani

  2. Amelia

  3. Dani

  4. Amelia

  5. Dani

  6. Amelia

  7. Dani

  Want more?

  Also by Mia Archer

  Drama Girls

  1

  Chloe

  I filed into the church basement and took a seat near the back. I blushed at what I was doing. I still remembered starting youth group when I was in sixth grade and looking at all the older high school kids who sat near the back talking with each other and pretending to pay attention.

  I’d thought they were so bad back then. They should’ve been listening to the youth paster. Now here I was doing it.

  I smiled as I took a seat next to Craig. He smiled and reached out to take my hand but I pushed him away and blushed again.

  That was the sort of thing we could get away with sitting farther back, but it still felt wrong. Not to mention that I didn’t feel much of anything when his hand brushed against mine.

  He hit me with an irritated look, but didn’t say anything. Instead he smiled and turned his attention to the front.

  Pastor Dave stood up there pacing back and forth with his guitar slung over his shoulder. I swear there were times when I thought he loved that guitar more than he loved the Lord. That line always got a few good laughs from my mom.

  “What’s he waiting for?” I whispered.

  “No idea,” Craig said.

  He also used my question as an excuse to move his hand towards me again. This time he didn’t try to hold my hand. No, this time he was far more scandalous and moved his fingers along my leg.

  My blush was bright enough that I was sure Pastor Dave could see it from where he paced in front of our crowd. He turned and I was certain he could see my shame, but he kept right on pacing in the other direction as though he didn’t know what was going on right in front of him.

  Or maybe he did know and he didn’t say anything. There were times when I thought Pastor Dave was a lot more perceptive about what was going on around him than he let on.

  There were a lot of people who thought they were getting away with something in front of him only to find themselves getting yelled at later in the privacy of his office.

  “Stop it,” I hissed.

  “What’s the problem?” Craig asked. “We’re in high school now. Loosen up a little.”

  I took in a deep breath and tried to remind myself what I’d been taught in Sunday school so many times. What we were going to be discussing tonight in youth group, for that matter. It wouldn’t do to give into worldly temptations on a night when Pastor Dave was talking to us all about how we should avoid them, right?

  “You shouldn’t be doing that and you know it,” I hissed right back at him.

  “Fine,” he said, then he smiled. “There’s always later when we break.”

  I sighed and the only thing that kept me from rolling my eyes at Craig’s confidence was Pastor Dave wheeling around again. He was moving so fast that I thought I could almost hear the strings on his precious guitar vibrating with the force of his walk, but of course that was silly.

  “He looks upset about something,” I said.

  “Probably the small crowd,” Craig whispered back.

  This time Pastor Dave did give us a critical look. As though he’d been listening in on everything we were saying. I blushed again and looked away. I could never hold up under that intense gaze.

  “You’re going to get us in trouble with all your talking,” Craig said.

  I turned back to glare at him. I was going to get us in trouble with all my talking? As though he wasn’t the one yammering his head off and trying to get me to hold his hand or worse when Pastor Dave was right there!

  The only thing that kept me from giving him a piece of my mind was the thought of what Pastor Dave might do if he heard us talking. I’d never been called into his office and I didn’t plan on starting now.

  I looked around at the crowd that had gathered. Sure there were never too many people at Back to School With Jesus night, but this was a terrible turnout even by the standards of the usual turnout.

  I looked back up to the front again. Pastor Dave had unslung his guitar and was fiddling with it. The noise spread out across the finished church basement. We were in the main room where all the big stuff happened and being here felt like being home, but having Pastor Dave here didn’t add to that feeling.

  He’d been here for a few years now, and already I missed the nice girl who’d been here when I started back in sixth grade. That was so long ago though. It felt like forever now that I was going into my freshman year.

  I still felt a pang of sadness every time I thought of the night Mandy told us she was leaving. She’d been a friendly face showing up at lunch at the school. She’d always been so nice.

  Pastor Dave tried to be nice, but there was just something there that felt off no matter how many times he tried to get on everyone’s good side by playing his guitar and acting like he was the cool friend.

  Mandy pulled it off without trying. He always seemed like he was trying too hard. And there was the worry that he could pull you into his office if he didn’t like something you were doing.

  “Okay everyone!” he said, the forced cheeriness obvious as he looked out across the small crowd gathered. “Glad you’re all here for Back to School With Jesus! I figured we’d start with everyone’s favorite…”

  He paused to look over everyone. It didn’t take all that long. Again, it’s not like there was a huge crowd or anything. His smile faltered just a little as he broke into a few familiar chords and everyone looked bored at his usual introduction.

  I tried to remember if that introduction had worked the first time he used it. Probably not.

  “Okay! So we’re going with a song! El Shaddai? You all know that one, right? El Shaddai!”

  And with that he launched into one of about ten songs he’d bothered to learn on that guitar. I knew because I’d counted them. I went through the motions of singing but it was difficult to focus because the entire time we were s
inging Craig was doing his best to move his hands up to my leg again.

  My shorts were down almost to my knees. Respectable. Not like some of the short shorts I saw other girls wearing around school. That I’d looked at from time to time at the mall and wondered what it would be like to wear them myself, not that I’d ever try it.

  I slapped his hand away again but his expression never changed. He was a man on a mission and I hated that he was doing this to me. He’d always been a friend, and now he had to go and make everything weird by not being able to take a hint.

  Blessedly the song didn’t last long. Soon enough Pastor Dave finished the final chords and set his guitar down carefully on a stand that wobbled.

  He clapped his hands together as he paced back and forth in front of us again. The man was a bundle of nervous energy.

  “So I know all of you are excited about going to school next week. Starting new grades. Some of you are even going to new schools!”

  He smiled as his look took in the back few rows of students. There were so few people at the event that everyone could’ve easily filled in the front couple of rows if we hadn’t kept to the usual seating chart of younger people in the front and older people in the back. Again his smile seemed to slip.

  “But what am I here to talk to all of you about?”

  Craig was the first to raise his hand. I looked at him and just barely avoided rolling my eyes. He looked so silly holding his hand up like he was so eager to regurgitate everything Pastor Dave said every year.

  Especially considering what he was trying with me where no one could see.

  “Craig?” Dave said with a smile.

  “We’re here to talk about how to avoid worldly temptations!” he said with a beaming smile.

  Again the only thing keeping me from rolling my eyes was knowing Pastor Dave was right there looking back at us. He wouldn’t miss that and with my luck he’d think I was rolling my eyes at him, not at Craig.

  He had some nerve. Talking about temptations when he was the one sitting back here trying to put his hands all over me like he wanted to make out with me right in the middle of the church basement!

  I satisfied myself with reaching out to pinch him instead. He jumped, but I realized it was a bad move as he turned and grinned. Of course he’d think I was giving him an invitation, not pointing out what a doofus he was being.

  “You’re exactly right Craig,” Pastor Dave said, resuming his pacing back and forth and prattling on about all the dangers we were going to run into going to school. The way he talked it was like the schools were sponsoring orgies or something.

  I wasn’t even entirely sure what an orgy was. Just that it was a word I heard people tossing around from time to time then they got really quiet when they realized I was listening in. I’d thought about looking it up, but I figured that was the sort of thing that would only lead to trouble when my mom saw what I was searching for.

  Screw being a freshman in high school. There were times when I looked forward to being a freshman in college so I wouldn’t have to worry about any of this stuff.

  “And so what you need to remember is there are a lot of people out there who will try to take advantage of you,” Pastor Dave said

  He’d slipped into what I called his sermon voice. The sort of voice that sort of sounded like an imitation of the head pastor but not quite.

  Pastor Dave went through the rest of his spiel about how we should all try to be good in the face of everything we were going to run into at school. How he knew we were all good kids, and we’d stand up to all the worldly temptations we were going to find.

  I thought it was silly. I mean it's not like they were having crazy parties or anything like that when I was in middle school.

  I tried to push those thoughts out of my head as we went over to the refreshment table. Even the refreshments weren't the greatest tonight. This wasn't a night when Pastor Dave would be pulling in potential new recruits and so he obviously hadn't pulled out the big guns like pizza and breadsticks and soda.

  No, we had off brand cookies from the dollar store along with juice that had probably been sitting in the massive refrigerator in the church’s kitchen for the Lord only knew how long. Well, the Lord and maybe some of the old ladies who ran the kitchen.

  "So what did you think of Pastor Dave's little speech this year?" Craig asked as he sidled up next to me in the line. Sidled up a little too close for comfort. I took a step away as I grabbed a couple of vanilla cookies.

  "It was the same speech he gives every year. Why?"

  "So listening to his speech didn't give you any ideas?"

  Craig wiggled his eyebrows as he grinned at me and it took me a few moments to realize exactly what he was getting at. And when I did realize exactly what he was getting at I reached out and gave him a good smack.

  “Don't be disgusting Craig,” I said.

  To be perfectly honest I didn’t have any idea what Pastor Dave was talking about when he warned us to watch out for "worldly" things. My only social outlet was the church youth group, and I wouldn't know something “worldly” if it came up and smacked me in the butt, which is what it seemed like Craig was trying to do right now. So I pulled away from him again.

  Men.

  "I'm sorry," Craig said, suddenly getting serious. "It's just that you're my best girl friend and…"

  I blushed at those words. I was his best girl friend. The space between the two words was obvious. It was also pretty obvious Craig wanted that space to be eliminated. But it just wasn't going to happen. I didn’t think of him like that.

  "Why don't you come with me?" Craig asked.

  I looked at him with pure suspicion. I must have been obvious because he held his hands up.

  "Nothing bad! I promise!"

  "Where are we going?" I asked.

  “Out front,” he said. "You know I don't like how stifling it is down here in the church basement."

  I looked around the room one more time. There wasn't really anyone I wanted to talk to down here. The older kids who'd been my friends in the past had either graduated or they'd stopped coming when our Mandy left and Pastor Dave took over. Which meant my oldest friend at the church youth group right now was Craig, and I don't know that I could even call him a friend. Just a guy I'd been hanging out with for years out of habit because we were the same age.

  Finally I sighed. I had a feeling I was going to regret this, but there was something about the gleam in his eye that made me wonder what he was up to.

  "Fine," I said.

  "And where are the two of you going?" Pastor Dave asked as we moved to the exit.

  "Just getting some fresh air," I said.

  “Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Pastor Dave said with a weird laugh.

  I shrugged it off and followed Craig up the stairs and out onto the front steps of the church.

  It was a nice day. Craig had been right. Not the sort of day to be locked up in a stuffy church basement. Especially when puffy clouds floated in the sky and everything looked so beautiful. I heard a couple of birds chirping in the distance and the occasional car moved slowly past the church.

  “So why did you bring me out here?" I asked.

  "Because we have privacy here," he said.

  I looked around again. Sure there was the occasional car going by, but otherwise the area was pretty deserted even though we were in the middle of town. It’s not like much of anything ever happened around here though, so why would a lot of people be out and about on a lazy Saturday night? Everyone went to another town for fun.

  Everyone who could drive, at least.

  I suppose it was private, though I felt a quiet panic at the thought that he’d want privacy.

  Craig reached for my hand and got it before I could pull away. I looked down to his hand grasping mine and then up to him. I knew I was supposed to feel something when he held my hand, but there was nothing there. No sparks.

  From the way he looked at me it seemed like he was feeling some
sparks though.

  "Why did you do that?" I asked.

  "Because I like you," he said.

  I smiled. Decided to play dumb. Or play innocent. I didn’t want to let on that I knew exactly what he meant and didn’t like it.

  We were friends, after all. It wasn’t nice to push away friends.

  "I like you too Craig," I replied.

  "No, I really like you," he said. "Ever since the first time I saw you, and I figured you knew…"

  I frowned and shook my head. I really didn’t like where this conversation was going. I might be sheltered, but even I had a pretty good idea of where he wanted this to go. It wasn't a place I wanted to go. I wasn't ready for this. Not with Craig.

  "Craig, I…"

  Craig put a finger to his lips. It was enough to quiet me down. For the space of a breath, maybe. I was about to give him a piece of my mind when he shushed me again. Only this time he did it by leaning in and planting his lips against mine.

  I didn't know what to do. Someone could drive by at any moment and see him kissing me. Someone could walk past and see us kissing, and I didn't want that. Pastor Dave could walk out and see us and something told me Pastor Dave wouldn't be very happy about seeing the two of us kissing on the church steps.

  What if the head pastor happened to be looking out from his house on the other side of the church? What would he do if he saw two kids kissing? That would get back to Pastor Dave just as surely as if he found us himself, and he’d probably be more upset if his boss was the one who found us.