The Soulmates Series Camren

1.30

Lauren hadn't yet had an opportunity to see Alexa, but she was sure that when she did, she was likely to tear her throat out, because despite the fact that she could ignore Camila's part in whatever had happened between them, she could not neglect the fact that her best friend had betrayed her. She and Camila had been spending the regular amount of time together, in fact, they hadn't been apart since the party a week ago, the night that everything that come out, the story of Camila's new found interest in drugs, what really happened in Tallahassee, the fact that Ariana didn't think she was "hook up material". All of the above concerned her, but she could only deal with one at a time, and first on the agenda; was the Alexa situation. Before she could take care of any other aspect of her life however, she had to take care of the thing that had been looming over her all week, the impending visit that she'd have to pay to Dean after Chris had made her aware that he'd been looking for her. Despite how much she detested him, she had a weird concern for the boy after her conversation with Olivia in Tallahassee.

She became extremely conscious of the tiny beads of sweat on the back of her neck as she stood outside of the frat house, waiting for one of the fuckboys to answer the door. It was a scorching early June day, and the heat was doing nothing for the mood she was in. She was not a force to be reckoned with today, because first, she had to deal with whatever shit Dean had gotten himself into, and then, she would have to deal with Alexa. When the door swung open she did not take time to look at who had opened it and instead pushed them out of her way, slamming the door against the far wall, fire burning in her veins. Lauren Jauregui, was a woman on a mission she really didn't want to complete.

"Lauren." Dean said, appearing out of the living room door, his hands pressed against either side of the doorframe, a smirk on his lips that screamed out arrogance. Lauren took a number of hesitant steps toward him, staring dead ahead, her cold bitch attitude creeping in a little closer every day now.

"Dean," She grumbled as she walked past him, throwing herself into an armchair in his bedroom, crossing one leg over the other, her index finger between her lips as she studied him, her gaze focused intently on him.

"You look hot today," He commented, sitting himself down on the front of his desk across the room from her, his hand deep in his pockets, his posture slumped slightly.

"Don't fuck with me Dean," Lauren retorted, rising to her feet and crossing the room until she was in front of him. "I know the story you spun to Alexa about what happened at the party that night was bullshit, Alexa and I might not be on great terms right now but I won't hesitate to chop your balls off and feed them to you if you don't tell me ex-" Lauren began, one hand pressed against his chest, the look of fear in his eyes cut her off, a smirk landing on her lips. "Good, we're on the same page..."

"God you really are hot when you get mad... I forgot what that looked like," Dean smirked, regaining his arrogance. The feeling however, was short lived as Lauren made scissors with her hand, closing and opening them in front of him. "Okay, okay," Dean said, his voice a little more high pitched than usual. "I'm in... A spot of trouble," He admitted, sheepishly running his fingers through his hair.

"What sort of trouble?" Lauren asked, her curiosity suddenly sparked.

"I, uh... Sold some pills to these kids... They fucked around, laced them with something cheap... Wanted to sell them on to make a profit. They got caught with the laced pills, squealed like little bitches to the cops, said they didn't know they were laced... The cops haven't been here yet but Laur... I need to ditch these pills, I need this house cleaned. Please Lauren," Dean stammered, his voice growing weak as he explained the story, his hands nervously running through his hair.

"I don't owe you anything." Lauren said, her face smooth and emotionless, as though it was made of cool, sculpted marble.

"No, you don't," Dean replied, meeting her gaze, his eyes pleading with her. "But I'm not gonna ask you to do it for free..."