Wrong Thing To The Right Girl (Lauren / You)

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I was slumped in my seat as we sat in the booth at the cafe. Camila was on her phone, scrolling through - what is probably - Instagram or Twitter.

I didn't care about my phone or what was going on social media. I only cared about the girl that was on the other side of the cafe, staring down at the table as she nodded to what Normani was saying.

It's been a full week since the incident at Chick Fila, and we haven't talked to each other since. Her father told me to stay away, or he'd doing something. What exactly? I don't know.

I kept my eyes on Lauren, and as if she knew I was staring, she locked eyes with me.

"Y/N," Camila caused me to slowly avert my eyes. "You okay?"

I shrugged, "Yeah. I will be."

She sighed, "There's a party. We're going tonight. Lauren is supposed to be there."

"Seriously?" My eyes lit up, and Camila nodded with a smile. "Okay!"

"That's my girl," she grinned. "It starts at eight."

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I wore black vans, light blue ripped skinny jeans, and a maroon hoodie. I sat on the couch, my arms crossed. I hadn't seen Lauren yet, and by now, I was sure Camila had lied to me about her being here.

Camila was off drinking and dancing somewhere. I sighed and looked around, my eyes slightly widening once I saw Lauren. I noticed she was alone. I got up and walked over to her.

"Hey." I hesitantly said, and she looked at me.

"Uh, hi." she awkwardly murmured.

"You doing okay?" I inquired, not really knowing what else to say.

"Yeah," she shrugged. "I guess. You?"

"I miss you." I blurted out, blushing.

"Oh." she looked away, avoiding eye contact with me. "Well uh, enjoy the party." And then she walked away.

I sighed, snatching a drink from a random person and drowning it. I walked away and ran a hand through my hair.

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Throughout the party, Lauren had been avoiding me. I would stare at her and she'd know it, but she looked away.

I was now on my sixth beer. I usually don't drink much or get drunk, but for some reason, Lauren ignoring me made me drink a lot. I want her to notice me, I need her to notice me.

But now she's talking to some guy over in the corner, giggling and blushing. I sat on the couch, trying to keep my eyes off her. And then they start to dance, his hands going to her hips. They start to move against each other, and I felt jealousy boiling in my stomach.

I clenched my jaw, drowning the beer. I grabbed another one, making it my seventh. When I was halfway through that bottle, Lauren looked up, her eyes locking with mine. She bit her lip, seductively moving against the boy - yet her eyes were still on me.

I chugged the rest of the beer, putting the bottle down and standing up. I walked over to Lauren and the guy, pushing the guy away. He glared at me, but walked away. I stood behind Lauren, my hands now on her hips. She slowly moved against me, and I pressed my lips to her neck.

"I need you," I heard her whisper. "I need to feel your skin on mine. Your lips on my neck and your hands pinning my hips down to the bed."

I bit the shell of her ear, "My Mom isn't home. Wanna get out of here?"

"Yes."

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"We can't keep doing this."

I looked over at Lauren, who had the covers pulled up to her chest, covering her bare body. We sat in my bed, both of us naked.

"I know," I mumbled. "Believe me, I know. But Lauren - I can't stay away from you."

Lauren shook her head, "My Dad - he'll kill you if he finds out I slept with you again."

"About that - why doesn't he like me? Is he homophobic or something?" I asked, wondering why he practically hates me.

"He's not homophobic, trust me," Lauren quickly dismissed that. "He just, ever since Brad cheated on me and moved, he's been overprotective about who I date."

"Oh," I mumbled. "I guess that makes sense. But I'm not gonna hurt you Lauren, even if we aren't dating."

"I know that," she said. "And I'm trying to get him to see that. Trust me Y/N, I am. My Mom is perfectly fine with me dating you, because she knows you get good grades and you're an outstanding person."

"What if -" I hesitantly said. "What if I go and talk to your Dad? Prove to him that I won't hurt you."

Lauren looked at me with a small smile, "You'd really do that? For me?"

I grabbed her hand and interlaced our fingers, "I'd do anything for you, Lauren. I really do like you."

Lauren glanced down at our hands, smiling, "I really like you too."

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"Wait - so you're gonna talk to her Dad?" Camila asked as we sat in the cafe.

I nodded, "Yeah. Tomorrow afternoon. He's expecting us. Lauren arranged a meeting between him and me."

"You nervous?"

"Hell yeah," I nervously chuckled. "Anyways. What'd you do last night?"

Camila cheekily grinned and blushed, "I may of or may not have slept with someone."

I perked up in my seat, "What!? Who! Tell me."

"Uh - Dinah." Camila muttered quietly.

"Oh my god! No way! Does she remember?" I asked.

"Yes," she nodded. "We're going on a date tomorrow."

"I thought her and Normani had a thing?" I inquired, glancing over at Normani and Lauren.

"They used to," Camila confirmed. "But Normani is talking to Ally."

"Wow, Mila," I grinned. "You finally got yourself a date!"

"So did you," she smirked a bit. "With Mike Jauregui."

I rolled my eyes, "Fuck off." Camila laughed, drinking her Coke.

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