Lauren Jauregui Imagines |ABANDONED|

Complete and Utter Isolation

A/N: This takes place in my home town, Carlsbad, NM. So Google Maps it so you're not confused.
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Y/N used to be happy with life. When she was little, she was a great athlete. She was in gymnastics for three years then the school she went to relocated. Her family offered to put her through a different academy, but she refused. She only trusted one school for her training, but that was gone, so she quit sports for a while. In middle school, she started out alone. Her best friend was a year older and they never saw each other, so half of sixth grade she spent by herself, wishing that her second period of choir lasted seven periods instead of one. But it didn't. Seventh grade was a little better, during the second semester of sixth grade she had acquired a few friends and their friends came along with them. She was happy until her best friend since second grade moved to Texas. Then she slowly started going back into her isolation. The second semester of seventh grade was eye opening for Y/N. She found this movie called 'Pitch Perfect' and the fandom that accompanied it. And that helped her realize that she was lesbian. Of course before that she knew she liked girls way more than guys, but she just thought she was confused. But seventh grade physical education fixed that right up for her. She met this sixth grader who did all sorts of things to the isolated seventh grader when she looked at her. Her name was Y/C/N. She was popular of course and Y/N couldn't keep her eyes off of the younger girl. Of course, it was never in a sexual way, but her eyes always seemed to find Y/C/N in a crowd or in the locker room. Eighth grade was fine. She had a great group of friends who all supported her when she came out and then she met her health teacher, a beautiful light skinned woman from Texas who also happened to prefer tacos over sausage. Of course, Y/N being a fool, fell flat on the face for the married woman and fell into a deep depression. No, not because of the health teacher, volleyball, soccer and softball coach combination she couldn't help but drool over, but because of her grades and how she couldn't keep them up. By the eighth grade, Y/N had established herself as a writer, her writing started in the sixth and seventh grades, but when her depression hit, her writing really took off. She uploaded her works onto the Internet and enjoyed the praise from complete strangers she also played one game of basketball in eighth grade, and sprained her knee in that one game. Then high school came, Y/N was still battling depression, but her group only got larger with the school adjustment and by the end of freshman year, that group was reduced to a handful of people after the numerous breakups and moves and relationships with bad people, Y/N got a girlfriend out of her eighth grade best friend. Freshman year was bitter sweet. Again, she failed her classes that year, too, so during summer school she kept a binder to keep notes in. And she passed. Granted, it was only English but it was enough for the school. Y/N was in summer school for English and math. She gave math the middle finger and focused on English and got the hell out of that computer lab. The computer lab she spent her summer in between her freshman and sophomore years had a special meaning to
Y/N, but she didn't know it yet, all she knew was that every time she passed the door to that room, she felt happy, her chest felt lighter and a smile would grace her lips for a brief moment before it would disappear as she continued her trek to her classes. Sophomore year was interesting for Y/N. Y/C/N was a freshman that year and all hell broke loose in Y/N's mind. She was confused. She loved Y/GF/N, but Y/C/N could make Y/N smile a genuine smile just by glancing at her or waving at her in the gym as Y/N prepared the waters for basketball because Y/N was a Student Athletic Trainer. But Y/N stuck with Y/GF. She couldn't bring herself to end it. Not after what they'd been through. Softball season came and Y/N was dying to be on the team. Quite literally. The week the softball coach held tryouts Y/N was stuck at home feeling like she was dying for the entire week. Fever, cough, upset stomach, runny nose, stuffed nose, you name it, she suffered from it. So when Y/N was better, she was stuck just working the games for a grade in her Athletic Training class. The summer came and Y/N was put into drivers ed. But she got sick again, so she had to drop out, but when she got better, she got out to soccer and their summer practices. Y/N, knowing she was intelligible, because she kept track of her lack luster grades and thanks to that stupid old man in the main office who nobody knows his purpose at the school told her eight times a couple days before Y/N went to talk to the soccer coach. By now Y/N had come out of depression and wore a genuine smile everyday. Thanks to a guy on YouTube named Roman Atwood. Y/N spoke to the head coach of the girl's soccer program and Y/N was permitted to manage the team. It kept her spirits up, made her feel like she was needed in the world. All of this segues into her junior year. The computer lab from summer school? That was the BPA classroom, and she joined because she figured it could turn her life around, and it did, it gave her a huge support system to turn to every day. Junior year was pivotal for Y/N, she got out of that toxic relationship with Y/GF and Y/N felt like she was able to breathe for the first time in two years, until the abuse from Y/GF started. And she started to crush on her long time best friend from sixth grade and all kinds of stuff, but that leads to where Y/N is now, alone in the Training Room, crying her eyes out, during lunch. Y/N got into this fight with two of the most important people in her life, her ex and the friend that helped her through depression. They stopped talking to her and if Y/N hadn't been isolated before, she definitely was now. She used to listen to her music full blast and only talk when spoken to at lunch with her group, but after the big fight, she went straight from her class before lunch to her class after lunch. Except for the days when the doors were locked, then she slipped into the gym to sit in the middle of the half court circle and breathe the air that comforts her for some strange reason. But today it wasn't doing the trick, so she sat in the dark training room, curled up against the ice machine sobbing and wondering why she was such a bad person, or why the world saw her as a bad person. What she didn't know though, was that the best friend she grew up with, was worried sick about her.