Fatal Attraction

Chapter 4

Lauren walked into school a few days later with a spring in her step.

Never in a million years did she ever think that she could even date someone remotely as amazing as Ally, but the fact that she saw that Ally was falling for her changed the game.

Lauren still couldn't believe that Ally would choose her, of all of the people in New York City, to date. Ally was one of those girls that was just overall unapproachable. Not only was she stunning, but she was even more beautiful on the inside. She was one of the most genuine people that she had ever met, and she was generous with her time and love, as well.

She went to church every Sunday, volunteered at a soup kitchen, and even made time to tutor kids that lived in Lauren's neighborhood. She was like a tall glass of lemonade on a sunny day.

So, why her?

Why would Ally date Lauren, out of all people? It was clear that she was way too good for her, in every sense. After last night, Lauren physically pinched herself in order to make sure that the night actually happened.

The night went perfectly. After a few glasses of wine, they laid side by side, and watched a corny Nicholas Sparks movie. Even though that definitely wouldn't have been Lauren's first choice, it was worth seeing Ally smile, and watching her describe her favorite parts to her. Ally's voice would get more high pitched, her laugh more pure, and her smile even bigger. Eventually, Ally fell asleep in her arms.

Watching her sleep that night was like looking at an angel. Ally was always flawless, whether she just woke up, was on her way to a business event, or was going to yoga two blocks down. But watching her sleep was the most beautiful thing she had ever witnessed.

Since Ally was one of those girls who always seemed to be stressed out, regardless of what was going on, it was wonderful seeing her finally fully relaxed. Her hair was perfectly out of place, her eyelashes fluttering every once in awhile, her steady heartbeat, and her mouth slightly open, it was magical. It was like nothing that Lauren had every experienced.

It made Lauren remember why she took on her newly found double life.

Seeing Ally's face light up like that was completely worth it. Seeing her reaction to the earrings, that smile and that look in her eyes, was worth it.

So yeah, maybe shoplifting and stealing from people could be stressful, and, well, dangerous, but seeing that smile on that beautiful girl's face was worth every ounce of stress.

Lauren was walking towards her art 210 class, late as usual, when she noticed a figure in the corner of her eye. She was used to people staring at her, considering she was always by herself and always dressed in black head to toe, but she felt a weird feeling in her stomach. She slowly turned around, completely unsure of what to expect.

She turned to find the girl that punched her the other night. Now that they were in broad daylight, or in their case, fluorescent lighting, she got to see what she really looked like.

Her big, brown eyes were practically piercing into her soul. Pensive at first, but then it was clear that she was shooting daggers at her. Her hair was perfectly tousled, a style that Lauren could never pull off. Even in such unflattering lighting, she still looked.. Hot. Her full lips stood out against her porcelain skin, and her clothing fit tightly onto her small, yet fit, body.

Lauren immediately felt a pit in her stomach, not believing any of the thoughts that had just popped into her head. She instantly averted her eyes, prayed that the smaller girl didn't realize just how focused Lauren was on her, and started power walking towards the classroom, not daring to look back.

Luckily, as she walked in, her professor closed the door behind her. She thanked God (now that she was dating Ally, she should be a little more religious, right?) for the fact that she was running late, and sat in front of her easel. Lauren picked up her iPhone, and put on The 1975's self-titled album, and set it on shuffle.

The three hours practically flew by, as Lauren painted absentmindedly. Once she was in the studio, all of her problems flew out the window, even on days like these. Once she lifted up her paintbrush, all thoughts of the tiny brown-eyed girl (well, both of them,) were nonexistent.

Or, so she thought.

Once her professor announced that class was finished for the day, all of the students eagerly got they things together, and filed out of the classroom door. Lauren, on the other hand, knowing that she had Art History next, decided that it would be best to take her time.

After she got all of her supplies together and cleaned up, Lauren finally decided to look at her overall masterpiece, and gasped.

For once, Lauren didn't paint a picture of her girlfriend, or her favorite singer, Lana Del Rey, or the backyard of her previous home in Miami.

She painted a portrait of the girl that hit her.

"Ms. Jauregui, is everything alright?"

Lauren looked up to find her professor looking at her, looking very concerned.

"Yes, Professor. I'm alright."

"Are you sure? You look rather.. Pale."

Lauren tried her best to let out a convincing laugh.

"Yes, of course! I'm always pale, don't worry about it."

Her professor ignored her comment, and walked towards her easel, and glanced at her painting.

"Mrs. Jauregui, this is.. Breathtaking. What a beautiful girl. However, she does look a little familiar..."

Lauren gulped.

"Oh, uh, she's my.."

Her professor looked at her with questioning eyes.

"Ms. Jauregui, painting the people we love is nothing to be ashamed of. Actually, it's quite-"

"Whoa whoa whoa, who said I love her? I barely even know her! I've hardly even spoken to the girl, or spent time with her. Please, love? That's definitely not the word for a stranger." Only at that point did Lauren realize that she was shaking.

Her professor giggled softly, realizing the green-eyed girl was rambling. "Well, the woman in the picture does resemble another one of my students, Ms. Cabello." He looked back at Lauren, looking her up and down. "Actually, I believe the two of you would have a lot in common."

Lauren started sweating nervously. "Uh, um yeah, definitely! I should try and meet her sometime. Uh, thanks, professor! I'll see you next week!"

Then, she took off.

She began to jog down the steps, into the busy streets of Manhattan, trying to shove her earbuds into her ears in order to avoid conversation with her peers. She practically ran into moving traffic, for she was so desperate to be back at home.

Suddenly, she heard someone running directly behind her. She dreaded turning around, afraid of what she may find.

Surely enough, it was the infamous "Ms. Cabello."

At that point, Lauren started to run as fast as she possibly could. Which normally would have worked, except for the fact that Camila was running even faster.

Not today, Lauren thought. She increased her pace, and started running down random blocks, into random alleyways, determined to be as far away from the smaller girl as humanly possible. However, whenever she turned around, there she was, appearing to be shouting things at her.

Luckily, after a very long ten minutes, Lauren got away from the smaller girl. She slowly reached a normal pace, wiping the sweat off of her forehead. Maybe running in skinny jeans and a leather jacket wasn't the smartest idea, she thought to herself.

Yes, she would have to face the girl eventually. Yes, she would demand answers. Yes, it would happen most likely in the near future.

But that day was not today. And she was sure of that.