The Stripper- A Camren Fanfiction

Chapter 3

I've now been sat in Lauren's open plan living room for around 15 minutes, which I didn't mind whatsoever since I was happily admiring the beautiful furnishings. Lauren had to take a call, and from the sounds of it an important one too.

As I sipped patiently at the red wine in my glass, there was this one painting that caught my attention. It was an extremely famous piece of artwork by Litchenstein himself. Of course I had seen the painting numerous times prior to this occasion, but this time seemed different and I couldn't touch on why.

"Hey, sorry about that." Lauren entered the room with another bottle of red wine, which disturbed my thoughts.

"No worries." I smiled politely whilst she sat beside me on the leather couch.

"I feel like such a rude host, I apologise." The slightly taller girl said, feeling embarrassed.

"It's not your fault. Plus your absence gave me time to admire your beautiful choice of paintings." I complemented her taste whilst a smirk grew on her face.

"Well thank you. I have quite the eye for art, especially abstract pieces," she added. "Do you own any?"

"Abstract or in general?" I questioned before answering just to reassure myself.

"In general."

"Sadly not. Don't get me wrong, though, I'd love to. But my roommate doesn't really...appreciate art as much as I do." Lauren nodded.

"That's a shame," she spoke briefly. "So you have a roommate, huh?" I nodded. "Y'know that surprises me. I had you down for someone who was extremely independent."

"Did you now?" I smirked. "Well that shows that you shouldn't assume anything about me, I'm full of surprises."

"Well I'm sorry Camila, I do beg for your apology." Lauren jokingly pleaded.

"Hmm...okay...apology accepted."

"You know same goes for me," I furrowed my brow since I didn't know what she was talking about. "About not assuming anything about me either. I'm full of surprises too. I know sometimes I come off quite intimidating, I've heard, but that isn't the story at all."

"Oh yeah I recall your stuttering at the club, completely terrifying." I poked fun at the dark-haired girl whilst her cheeks flushed red.

"Hey! It's not every day you meet a gorgeous girl like yourself." She spoke and now I was the one turning red, I could feel it.

"Well you're kinda cute too, I guess." I spoke as if I was joking.

"Kinda cute?" Lauren repeated. "Just kinda cute?"

"I guess."

"Ah I see how this works Camila. You're trying to tease me." Lauren smirked whilst pouring out more wine, offering me some whilst she did but I shook my head no.

"Nope. Just saying you're kinda cute, is that a crime?" I asked inquisitively, sensing the feign annoyance in her voice.

"Of course that's a crime...I'm Lauren Jauregui."

"Okay whatever you say."

"So what do you want to do now?" Lauren asked, a little too suggestively, after a few moments of silence had passed.

It hadn't crossed my mind that she had just 'picked me up' from the club and took me home to have sex, until now. Her emerald orbs were staring deep into mine, and it felt like a gravitation pull was drawing us closer to one another. I was now inches from the raven-haired girls face.

"I can't." I abruptly pulled away, leaving Lauren in slight confusion.

"Why? What's wrong?" She questioned.

"I just...umm...I-"

"Oh I know. You have a boyfriend, right?" She spoke, slightly sadly but understanding.

"No I don't have a boyfriend," I shot back almost instantly.

"A girlfriend?" Lauren asked again and I shook my head. "Then what are you so afraid of?" She moved her face closer to mine again, "I'm not going to hurt you."

"I really can't do this, Lauren." I dodged her lips and lifted myself off the couch. "I'm sorry, I should go." I ushered my way out to the front door.

I immediately started walking, not having a clue where to go.

"Camila!" Lauren shouted behind but I couldn't stop, I was so embarrassed I had to keep walking. I was now almost jogging, quickening my pace whenever I heard footsteps tracing behind me.

"God what am I doing?" I thought to myself internally whilst stopping to catch my breath. I turned around and peered into the distance but there was no sign of Lauren. It was dusk, by now and I started to grow increasingly worried.

"Hey," a familiar voice spoke, whilst pulling up besides me. "Did you need a ride home or are you going to jog?" She laughed.

"I'm sorry Lauren, I feel so embarrassed I shouldn't have stormed out like that. Wasn't the best first impression I could make." I replied, a little flustered from all the embarrassment.

"No worries, it's mostly my fault. But don't worry you've already made quite a good impression on me," I giggled softly, "now are you going to let me drive you or?" I flashed her a goofy smile before getting into the car.

"Now, I don't know where you live exactly so you're going to have to tell me."

"Sure, well I don't know where I'm going but the address is Menolow avenue." I reply, whilst Lauren makes a left turn.

"Yeah I know that place. I've heard it's pretty run down there?" She questioned, her emerald orbs still fixed cautiously on the road.

"I guess the place has deteriorated in the last couple years, but I like the atmosphere y'know, it's pretty raw," Lauren laughs lightly. "What are you laughing at?"

"You mean the drug dealer atmosphere?" The raven-haired girl laughed a little harder, "God I love the smell of pot in the morning."

"Well I like it. People are friendly there, not like you'd know little ms penthouse." I stubbornly say, only causing Lauren to laugh more.

"Okay, okay I'm sorry," Lauren apologised, defending herself. Whilst doing so she stopped laughing. "I'm joking, I know people there. I get what you mean."

"Like who?" I asked, raising my eyebrow in the process.

"Too many." Lauren replied, then we both fell silent.

"Okay we're here," Lauren spoke, finally breaking the silence which we had been in for what seemed like an eternity. "So you're okay from here?"

"Yeah I just need to walk up a flight of stairs, no biggie. Thanks Lauren." I smiled at her and went to open the car door before I felt her hand delicately pull on my arm.

"Sorry it's just that I didn't have your number, and I don't know maybe you'd like to meet up again sometime soon?" Lauren asked, seeming slightly nervous to ask.

"Yes of course, I'd love that." We then traded numbers and I got out of the car.

"It was nice to have your company tonight, Camila." Lauren spoke.

"Yours too, call me anytime." I replied, waving her off. She flashed me a quick smile then drove off.

I don't know why but I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something mysterious about Lauren Jauregui.