the cards that life deals you {camren}

thirteen

When Lauren walked through the entrance of her school on Monday, she expected to see a couple performing their dance routine on the stairs. She expected to see a couple of teens standing in a circle singing their talented hearts out to the newest songs on the Billboard Top 10. She expected to see someone banging on the soda machine because the damn thing always got stuck.

But what she didn't expect to see, were people whispering and staring at her. Usually, staring wasn't a bad thing, considering how she demanded the attention of a room when she entered. This, however, was not the good kind of attention. This was the attention that meant someone's nose would be getting broken as soon as she found out who spread a rumor about her, especially if it wasn't true.

Her boots made a silencing noise as she strutted to her locker with the usual air of confidence surrounding her like a second aura. Conversations ceased immediately when she walked past a group of people and gazes were either glued to her in fascination or quickly avoided. Lauren didn't worry about it too much because she comforted herself with the fact that whoever began this dumb ass rumor would be socially annihilated until they graduate if they're lucky.

The other outcome was a bit too violent for her to get into detail in her mind. She had classes to prepare for. When Brad of all people walked up to her with a scarily serious expression on his generally goofy face, she knew that there was a problem. That inference alone was enough to make her blood boil. For the next ten minutes, even after the three toned bell rang for first period, Brad told her all about how the rumor started off small and innocent, which no one thought anything about.

Lauren was growing impatient because Brad was the type of guy who really got into stories. That feature about him was fantastic for play-writes and for the many stories that he had written, but when Lauren's patience was on the line along with possibly her reputation, she didn't have time for him to elaborate.

"I swear on my grandmother's grave, Brad, if you don't just tell me what the fuck happened..." Lauren threatened with that gleam in her eye that let everyone who knew her know that if they didn't quit screwing around, blood would be shed.

"Okay, okay!" Brad yelped with a startled look in his eyes and he got to the point.

"Apparently someone saw you in Camila Cabello's car on Friday and they told someone else who I guess assumed you two are a thing..." he trailed off hoping for some type of confirmation considering he was very curious of that himself. When he received none, he huffed and continued.

"Anyway, that got around and then people started saying that you two were making out in the car in the middle of the parking lot..." Once again, Brad gave a lull in the story to give Lauren the chance to interject any type of hint that this never happened. He didn't receive one because Lauren was a bit too busy fantasizing about using her scissors to remove vital anatomy from the person who started this shit.

Her usually pale skin had darkened around her cheeks and neck to a deep, angry red. Her hands clenched and unclenched at her sides and she started to grind her teeth in aggravation.

Brad noticed this but figured it best that she knew the whole truth. So that's what he told her.

"That rumor eventually evolved into the two of you... ah." He paused and tried to put it in a way that wouldn't make Lauren want to release her violent wrath on him first.

"Well, pretty much they were saying that the two of you 'did the deed' right there in front of the school in her car." Brad finished and immediately took a large step back in order to put as much distance between the two of them as possible. Lauren's emerald green eyes widened to cartoonish proportions as her nostrils flared and she ripped a pair of her locker's decoration scissors off on her way to her first period class.