Bad Intentions

seven.

"Dammit Lauren," Scooter said, slamming the car door shut. "Why the fuck did you do that?"

"I-I don't remember," I stammered, rubbing my forehead and hold my head down.

"Of course you don't remember!" He threw his hands up, and turned and looked at me. "You were drunk!"

"Just let me,"

"No I won't let you say anything right now, do you know what you go yourself into! Do you know you're already in the papers?! You better be lucky that charge got dropped and I bailed you out."

"I know, and I happy that you did that, thank you." I said calmly to him, my face was buried in my hands.

"You know, you aren't some big and bad ass girl right?" He asserted. "You're only twenty. I understand what you're going through, but this person, who you are now, she's gotta go."

"Scooter I'm trying! You can't just expect some to change in a matter of seconds! It doesn't work like that." I exclaimed. "I have people telling me shit in my ear left and right. I get shit from you, the media, and my own mother. How do you expect me to change with all this going on around?"

He stayed quiet and just looked at me. I tried fighting back my tears, but I couldn't help it. "Lauren," he said softly. "Don't cry," He tried to put his arm on my back to comfort me, but I smacked it away.

"I just need time to myself," I told him, wiping my tears. "That's all. I just need to be alone."

"You kinda can't right now."

"Well no shit Sherlock!"

"When we get home, you can have all the space you want."

I grabbed my stuff from the house, and lucky no one was home which was a good thing. I could just grab my stuff and leave.

I really didn't feel like talking to anyone, especially dad. He's probably pissed at me, and I knew I'd get yelled at and scolded. It wasn't something I want to hear from him, especially since I just heard it from Scooter.

When we got to LA, there had been so much paparazzi in the airport, it was unbelievable. All of them shouting the same question 'what were you charged with'. It made me frustrated but I knew, that I deserved all this since I fucked up.

"Do you want me to meet you at the studio tonight?" I asked Scooter.

"Tonight, you can just take a break."

"But Normani needs me to help her with her album," I insisted since I knew I'd probably feel better if I saw Normani.

"Jilly is going to help her," He said quickly. "Just go home and get some rest. That's what's best for you for now."

"Why don't you want me to go to the studio?" I asked bluntly.

"You're making the decision to talk about this right now, rather than talking about it later?" He arched his brow. He shut the car door and made his way to his car where security was waiting for him.

Ever since he bailed me out, he had been acting strange. He hadn't really talked to me, and if he did he only said "I can't fucking believe you," or "what were you think?" I was just as pissed off as him, so I chose not to say anything which will probably cause us to get into a bigger argument.

Taylor was mad as well, texting me and telling me that I embarrassed her and I only made things worse for her at school.

Today just happened to be the worst day ever. I got shit talked left and right and I was all over tv.