Homework Helper | a Lauren/You Fanfiction

37 • Two Wrongs Don't Make A Right... But What If It Felt Right?

I expected things to be extremely awkward and uncomfortable between Lauren and I, following our little 'agreement'. You know... avoiding each other, minimising social interaction... that sort of thing. But I guess the whole point of us having our agreement was to prevent that from happening. To continue as normal.

But I couldn't.

As much as I tried to forget about that night as she wished me to, it wouldn't leave me mind. I could be doing something as simple as reading, and I would be reminded of how perfect her lips felt against mine. I could be taking photos for my photography class, and as soon as I would look through the lens, her vibrant green eyes would appear.

And it didn't help that she was going through with her word of forgetting. Whenever we would hang out, (which we hadn't done alone since you-know-what), she acted completely normal and just how we once were. Just like the kiss didn't mean anything to her. Which I know it didn't, but deep down, I just thought... I mean, she kissed back. That had to mean something, right?

But no, my realistic side argued. I knew it meant nothing to her. It hurt to know that, it hurt a lot. I was practically in love with a straight girl who only thought of me as a friend.

So, I acted as normal as could be whenever I was around her. As much as it hurt me, I hid it as best as I could. And it worked because she suspected nothing. And maybe she thought it was actually back to normal between us. But I knew it wasn't. It would never be normal. Which is why I resorted to plan B. Not that there ever was a plan A... okay, the point is, I decided to get some help. As professional as it could get...

"Do I get paid for this?" Alessia grumbled as she picked at her nails.

I facepalmed and slid my hand down my face with exhaustion. "For the millionth time, Cara, no. You aren't getting paid."

She sighed heavily to express her annoyance before placing her hand on the table and looking at me. "Okay, what's up, muchacho?"

We were seated in the empty cafeteria at my aunt's photography studio, and 'school' had ended a while ago. I decided to consult Alessia when I realised that Y/BF/N couldn't help much from England, and I also felt like Alessia wouldn't be biased unlike my poor harmonizer friend would be.

"I need your help..." I mumbled, not meeting the Canadian's curious eyes.

"On...?"

I chewed on my lower lip, lowering my voice with embarrassment, fully aware of how she would react. "...girls..."

She perked up immediately, a grin forming on her face. "Hold up." And here it comes. "You're asking me for help with girls?"

I nodded sheepishly. She needed to get her big headed-ness out of her system before I could actually get any advice from her.

"What happened to all the teasing and crap about me not knowing what I'm talking about, hm?" she said, a smirk plastered on her face. She was enjoying this way too much.

"Sorry...?" I attempted, smiling shamelessly.

She rolled her eyes playfully before leaning her head in the palm of her hand. "I forgive you, dude. But seriously. What's up?"

I sighed, sitting up straight. "Okay, so you know how I have those friends, right?"

"You mean the friends you won't let me meet because you think I'll say something embarrassing?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Yeah, that was my cover story was for why Alessia couldn't meet the girls. It's not that I didn't want them to meet, because I trusted Alessia now. I just didn't think Lauren trusted her, and especially with where we were now, I didn't want to jeopardise our friendship because of something small.