Plant New Seeds | H.S.| AU

Chapter Thirty-One - His Blazer

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"Lauren, what the hell?" I growled.

The spunky dread-head appeared like a random deer in the middle of the road, out of nowhere with a clueless smile. I crashed into her before I could come to a full stop and winced, hearing Lauren do just the same as our foreheads butted.

Maybe this was karma. For what? I wasn't too sure.

Anything involving Lauren felt like a punishment from the universe. Not that she was an adherently bad person or anything. We were just complete opposites in almost every way possible.

Most people would be groggy after Thanksgiving, given the fact that we'd spent the entire day before stuffing our faces with countless piles of food and layin' around with a severe case of the itis.

Not Lauren. No, here she was, all perky and bubbly as if she had drunk a gallon of Five-Hour Energy instead of a normal feast.

But was she so fucking high off good-ol' life that she couldn't watch where she was going? Seriously, who the hell just bumped into someone and smiles about it?

There was no use in waiting for an explanation, I didn't have the time.

All the papers I'd been carrying flew to the ground as my hands tended to my throbbing head to check for damage. I dropped to my knees and eagerly reached for every piece, until the brush of unfamiliar skin forced my head up.

As soon as I lifted it, Lauren's eyes met mine, a look of guilt and embarrassment flushed into them.

"Sorry, sis," She chuckled nervously, making her own separate pile, "It's my fault, should've been lookin' where I was going."

I accepted the crumpled-up pieces of paper in her hand once we stood back up. One more look at her and my own guilt settled in faster than Harry's erections.

I was busy being such a bitch that I hadn't even realized she had spilled her huge cup of coffee during the collision. Her mug was crushed into a million tiny pieces below us, it was such a sad sight.

It wasn't entirely Lauren's fault, she just got caught in the line of fire. I was already in a shitty mood from a day of headaches and dick-withdrawls.

A forced smile broke through as I replied, "It's okay, really."

"Is that a new blazer?" She moved on quickly, examining it before she ran her hand across the velvet fabric. "I didn't get any coffee on it, did I?"

I peeked down, "No, you're good, I promise."

Thankfully, she really hadn't left a single stain on it. It wasn't mine after all; I would've hated to give Homie back his whatever-thousand dollar blazer with an ugly brown stain and old coffee stench.

But that answer didn't seem to satisfy Officer Jolly Pants. There was definitely something else on her mind, and it wasn't the damn coffee and its possible stain.

If I wasn't half-sure she was taken, I would've bet my last dollar that she was coming on to me.

An awkwardness overtook the small area of the hallway we occupied as Lauren studied me in silence. Her eyes scanned my figure, up-and-down without an ounce of shame in sight.

Wait, was she really coming-on to me? And was I deadass sort-of enjoying it?

The clothes on my body felt like they were falling off one-by-one the longer she stared, melted under the heat of her laser beams.

Her smile grew wider and wider, jaw dropping as a choppy-chuckle escaped.

And a slow, knowing nod was the icing on the Awkward-flavored cake.