Catfish

Towards Anxious Me - Part 2

"What the fuck, Lauren!" I yell as soon as we leave. She just continues to walk forward, dragging me along by my wrist. At this moment I was thankful that it was late at night and that the camera crew went back to the hotel to sleep, because I did not want them to see Lauren and I get into a fight, which I feel is the only reason why we're still continuing this episode.

"Where are we going? I will not move until you tell me where we're going." I say, firmly planting my feet on the ground, which startles Lauren, who pulls me towards her back. I grunt and step back, staring at her expectantly. She looks at me like she'd rather answer any other question but this one, and sighs, grabbing my wrist and yanking me again.

"Lauren! Seriously, if you don't let go of me right now, I'll–"

"Call the cops? The cops here love celebrities, they would easily let me off the hook for yanking you by your wrist." She says smartly, leading me to a building, a hotel most likely, that is far nicer than mine.

"What are we doing here? Lauren, seriously, I will call Dinah–"

"I'm not afraid of Dinah, she loves me. She wouldn't hurt her best friends' girlfriend and her queen." Lauren says, yanking me towards the elevator, quickly saying hello to the receptionist woman who was staring at us oddly but nonetheless giving Lauren a hospitable smile. I felt a weird sensation when she said girlfriend, and I'm not sure if I liked it or not.

She shoves me into the elevator unceremoniously, giggling when I grunt at the wall that I bumped into. She presses the button for the top floor – figures that she is residing at the top of this fancy hotel – and hums to herself, a content smile on her face. Meanwhile, I'm staring at her like I'm ready to hit her out of frustration.

"So, I am riding in this elevator with you because?" I say out of curiosity.

"I'm planning to get you out of those pants." She says simply. I narrow my eyes at her and raise my hand to hit her, but she is fast to grab my hand.

"I'm taking you to the upstairs pool, dummy. Of course, I wouldn't mind getting you out of those pants, they look uncomfortable." She says, biting her lip as she looks me up and down. The smile on her face immediately drops when she sees the look on my face.

"One, no thank you, I am perfectly comfortable. And two, it's December, and freezing outside. There's no way I'm going to swim in the freezing cold at," I pause, checking the time on my phone, which says that it's 11:52 p.m., "nearly midnight."

She pouts and nods. "You know, I meant the indoor pool, right? I'm not that stupid. I did not want to risk you getting a cold and being even more mad at me than you always are." She says playfully, but I sense that she was hinting at something else. I immediately regret all of the stuff that I've put her through, because I never thought about how hard she was taking it.

"But we can just hang out in my room if you want. We can watch Netflix and c–"

"Don't finish that sentence–"

"and chill. Or we can just talk about random shit because I miss talking to you." She says, looking down at her fumbled hands, an unreadable expression on her face. I sigh, and reluctantly whisper a fine. I see her smile victoriously and she does a small happy dance, making me laugh.

The elevator dings, and we step out once the doors are open. She grabs my hand once again and leads me around the floor, finally stopping at a door. She pats herself down, retrieving her key from her bra – no, I was not blushing – and putting it into the slot.  She opens the door and lets me step in first, and my jaw drops.