Trying to find these stories (hate the player) (Love the game) Camren fanfic

Chapter 1. The tiny angry one

The campus lab is quiet except for the soft whirring of computers and the breathing of the few students working this late on a Friday night.
Leaning over her keyboard, Lauren grins with satisfaction as the last line of code compiles successfully and the program autosaves.
She pops the USB drive out and slides it into her pocket, texting her buddy Ally with the other hand. // sorted it.
What should I do with the drive?// she slides her winter coat on over her long-sleeved polo neck and immediately overheats, so she bustles past the remaining students hunched over their computer stations and saunters out into the corridor of the electronics building where the fall air is seeping through the cracked windows.//
can you take it straight to Jason?// a moment later, contact information pops up on her phone, and she rolls her eyes.
Really, Ally? She's been on campus since 4 pm, and it's now pushing 10. She just really wants to drop off her extracurricular coding project and go home. Irritated, she thumbs a message out to this Shawn' character as she slams out into the chilly night. // Jason? This is Lauren.
I have some code for you. // Her breath mists in front of her as she ambles down the concrete stairs, heading for the quad for lack of more specific direction. She's already decided she's giving this Shawn guy ten minutes to get back to her while she gets a hot cup of hot chocolate and then heads home, but her phone beeps again immediately. //
oh, wonderful, miss Jauregui. Is there any chance you could bring it to the sports field? I am on pitch 4 in the red jacket// how does he know my real name? Lauren wonders with faint irritation as she turns on her heel and heads onto the shadowy footpath leading to the sports field.
The cash she's getting for this particularly complicated structure is enough to make her short walk with her while, and she's also pretty curious to meet him.
Her classmate/friend Ally had mentioned he'd taken on some extra work free time with one of the TAs from his AI class, and Lauren accidentally got embroiled in the challenging structure he was working on, offering her own thoughts up. Eventually, Ally given up and ended up handing it over to her in charging. Leaves crushing under her feet as she makes quick work of the forested path and emerges next to the sports building. Huge floodlights illuminating the pitched cast light across the parking lot, right to her, and groups of athletic-looking people in the building are visible through large glass windows, all doing shorty things. Lauren smirks at the spandex-clad joggers and follows the sign for pitch 4, not being overly familiar with the area.
She sees someone sat on a folding chair between the pitches in a red jacket and makes her way over, slightly damp grass catching on her converse sneakers.
She's lifts a hand in an awkward wave when the guy with the spiky brown hair makes eye contact and gives her a lopsided smile as she heads over.
" I think this is yours?" She offers him the drive, and he eagerly takes it, face lighting up.
" yes indeed," I must the solutions you were working on were just, so elegant, I am very impressed.
Would you he interested in... " He trails off, attention taking by yelling on the pitch, and Lauren turns to follow his eye line.
To her utter surprise, a tint brunette girl is attacking a large, bald man, and as she watches, someone hauls her off. The dude, 'Austin' by his shirt, is bleeding from the face a lot, if the scarlet dripping down onto the fabric is anything to go by.
The angry girl has 'Camila' written on the back of her soccer jersey, and Lauren smirks at the sight of a huge man almost failing to psychically restrain her. The argument is soon resolved by a tired-looking referee, and the game resumes, but Lauren can practically see the fumes of rage rising of this Camila as she boots the ball far down left field and sprints after it.
" Oh, I was saying, I wondered if you were interested in any further work?" Jason regains her focus, and she angles herself so she can see the field and him at the same time.
" definitely. I'd really like to see what you're working on. " Lauren manages to split her attention fairly equal, and watch Camila smack the ball into the net at high speed. She's incredibly graceful, moving with an economy of movement and confidence that is fascinating to Lauren.
" Are you a big soccer fan?"  Jason actually sounds faintly amused, and Lauren blinks, realizing how distracted she was.
"uh, something like that." You must be. You have a chair and everything. Well, not the sport itself, per se, my friends all play.
"Are you friends with the tiny angry one?" Lauren absently fiddles with the string of her coat.
A shrill whistle pierces the night, and the sprinting players all grind to a halt, some throwing their arms up in victory.
" for goodness sake, don't let her hear you call her that. But yes, she's actually my... Boyfriend!.
"Lauren blinks, totally confused. But hey, after that time, she gave a new wok set to a pansexual. She was seeing and did not get the excellent thank you sex she had anticipated; she's been trying to educate herself around the queer terminology, and Jason wants to call Camila his boyfriend, she guesses... A large, sweaty man brushes past her and leans over, pecking Jason on the cheek.
Oh. "Boyfriend?" the big guy turns to her like he didn't even see her and extends a large hand. "oh, hey! I'm Mendes. Shawn Mendes. Either's fine. " heh im Lauren. Nice to meet you.
"Now more people are approaching, a gaggle of 3 women including Camila, to Lauren's combined interest and awkwardness. For some reason, she can't seem to take her eyes off her. Shawn keeps chatting, oblivious.
"Did you come to see the game? We can always use more fans." It was a practice, Mendes, " Camila remarks sourly before Lauren can reply, as she grabs a bag from next to Jason's chair and rummages through it, hauling out a water bottle. Lauren drags her eyes away from his column of her throat, swallowing and returns her attention to the group she's now being introduced to by the large, enthusiastic Shawn Mendes.
"This is Lauren, Jason's friend." both Jason and Lauren look a little surprised at the announcement, but Lauren manages a short, uncomfortable wave. " Hey, Lauren. I'm Normani, and this is Dinah. The furious one is Camila. Good to meet you." The gorgeous dark-skinned girl drops down and starts taking off her cleats as she replies.
"You coming for a beer?" Dinah chimes in, untying her sweaty blond hair and shaking it out before hauling it up into a messy bun.
"After we've showered, obviously." " I, uh.. Lauren had completely planned to go home, but now the group was looking at her expectantly like they just adopted her, well minus Camila, who is in some kind of battle to the death with her shin pads, and she feels a bit overwhelmed.
The pause stretches out into discomfort, and Dinah smirks, looking from Lauren to Camila and back again.
"We'll be back in a minute." somehow, the four players have all changed into regular shoes while Lauren dithered, and they jostle each other. They head for the building, leaving Jason to get to his feet and pack up his chair into a sleeve and hoists it over his shoulder.
"You don't have to." they're very enthusiastic.
But it would be lovely to pick your brains about that recursive loop you came up with.
" enthusiastic. Hmm " well, except for Camila, she adds in her head. Camila had barely even looked at her.
But, she realizes with an inner sigh, she not exactly dressed to impress; if she'd known she would run into someone so fascinating, she'd have made an effort, but coding isn't something she usually dresses up for.
Jason starts walking with a pronounced hitch in his steps toward the sports building, and Lauren hastens after him. "Well, one better couldn't hurt, could it?"