The Bad Girl ➳ Lauren Jauregui

thirty-five

PROM NIGHT

I had been getting ready in my house for almost 3 hours. Well, my Mom was getting me ready along with some of her professional friends. 'No expense was spared for your special night, baby girl', is what she told me.

I'm finally finished getting primped and proper. Now, all I gotta do is wait for Lauren. She joked about renting a Bugatti to take to prom. She loves her cars. But I told her if she did that, I'd be so mad. Do you know how much it costs to rent a Bugatti? $25,000. I know she has the money. I've seen her bank account total. She's been saving up ever since freshman year of dealing. She could retire from anything with the amount of money she has stashed away. Plus, she has so much cash stashed around her room, it's ridiculous. It's like she's robbed a bank every day for the past 4 years. Except she's actually just been robbing coke heads in return for the product.

The doorbell rang and I knew it could only be her.

I turned off my TV and got off of my bed. "Y/N!" My Mom called from downstairs.
"I'm coming. I'm coming." I yelled back. "You act like we'll be late or something. I mean it's just- woah." I was breathless.

Lauren was in a long black dress. It cut down the front to reveal her breasts. Her black hair was straightened perfectly and that lipstick was what caught my eyes.

"I could say the same about you, babe." Lauren smiled.

Mom brought out her phone and smiled, "Okay, stop swooning. It's time for pictures."
I groaned walking down the stairs to hug my girlfriend, "Jesus, Mom. You're a stereotype."
"I don't care if I'm the Queen of England. I want some pictures of my baby girl and her girlfriend before prom night."

Lauren grabbed my waist and pulled me close, "Come on, baby girl. Let's make everyone on social media jealous."

We took almost 100 different photos inside and out before we were able to leave. I told Mom I was spending the night with Camila, although I know she knows that's not true.

And it's not. Lauren got us a hotel room for after the prom. Not only for sex but also because the venue is so far away from both of our houses that there's no way we will make it back home in time for our curfews.

I walked outside to see a white Bugatti.

"What the fuck, Lauren!" I yelled at the girl.
She chuckled and put her hand on the small of my back to escort me to the passenger door, "I told you I was going to get it."
"This is $25,000 dollars, Lauren. I told you not to do that." I huffed. I was upset because she spent way too much money.
Lauren leaned in and got face to face with me, "Don't be mad at me, please. I just want to make this nice super special."
I sighed out, "Fine. Just please don't do anything expensive for dinner."
"Are you crazy? I'm taking you to this restaurant by the beach. This is your night." She smirked.
"Laur, it's your prom."
"No, it's not. I'm just going so I can see your sexy ass in that dress and dance with you." She laughed closing my door and hurrying over to the drivers side.

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We pulled up to the restaurant and Lauren parked her car outside. She was right. This place was right on the water front.

I looked up to the stormy sky, "Babe, do you think it's gonna rain?"
Lauren looked up at the sky for a moment then grabbed my hand, "No, it barely ever rains here. The weather is more bi polar than a girl on her period."
"You mean you last week?" I laughed.
She glared at me, "Shut up, kitten. You were nice to me then and got me candy and tampons."
"And I'd do it again." I laughed. I took another glance up at the sky and frowned, "I wish it would rain though. I haven't seen rain in months."
"But then you'll ruin your perfect dress."
I smiled at her, "Yeah, but then I'll get to kiss you in the rain."
Lauren smirked, "You've kissed me in the shower before. That's like the rain."
"Let me be a hopeless romantic, babe." I pushed my hair back out of my face.