Emerald Sparks

4

After the exchanging of messages with Dinah, I started growing insane. Because of a fucking girl... Lauren Jauregui. 

I started thinking about her like almost every fucking time. When I'm eating, when I'm taking a shower, when I woke up, before I sleep, while playing basketball, while reading, when I am playing my guitar, even when I'm talking to my parents!

I am literally insane. And it's all because of the green eyed girl that kept on running all over my head.

Now that I have admitted to Dinah that I like her, as expected, the teasing was uncontrollable. The following days went well though. Ally and the others started to eat and spend their time with us. Instead of being separated by threes, we preferred to bond together as six and it smoothly got easier each day. There was no awkwardness between Lauren and I. In fact, just last Wednesday I was surprised to get a message from her.

L: Hey, y/n. It's Lauren. I seriously had a hard time finding your number here. Twin, huh? Silly.

I was like an idiot smiling from ear to ear back then. I playfully saved my number on her phone by the name Twin. We started texting each other and got even closer eventually. Talking with her was fun... or amazing should I say. We tell each other senseless stories but still mattered for it kept the both of us entertained. I wouldn't really mind if I spend my whole day just talking to her via text message, but having her beside me and talk to her personally is more ideal for me.

***

Walking absentmindedly to my next class, I felt an arm being thrown over my shoulders. Quickly lifting my head up, my forehead creased to see Cara, the small forward of the team.

"What's going on?"

"Nothing, cap," she answered, dragging me along as she began strolling. "Just wanted to inform you the coach ordered me to tell you that we'll be starting our practice next week."

"Like the usual?" I questioned, referring to our hell-like practices wherein we spend the afternoon until 7 in the evening in the gym. If coach Lovato isn't on the mood then you'd be expecting to get home by quarter-to-nine or worse, past ten.

"Don't worry, she's all good," she said, patting my shoulders deliberately. "It was flabbergasting shit. She was smiling like a Cheshire cat all the time and hardly raised her voice on me."

I stopped at my steps and looked at her dumbfounded. "I swear if you're not telling the truth, I will make you wash our used jerseys in two weeks," I warned.

"Bet on it," she challenged with a smirk.

"She said that she's running up a practice for the tryouts next next week. She wants new players that'll be so fine," she continued.

"Aren't we good enough?" I asked, raising my hands up in the air.

"You know her," she chuckled. "Even if she has all that smile on her face, she still desires to be on top. I guess that'll never vanish."