Lauren Jauregui Imagines |ABANDONED|

The Superstar and the Punching Bag

Lauren Jauregui was the most popular girl in school, she was kind to all and all were kind to her. Y/N Y/L/N on the other hand was the school punching bag, she was quiet, shy and awkward. She'd spend her lunch sitting alone and getting lost in her music, that is, when she wasn't getting beat up for existing. Lauren was captain of the soccer team, basketball team and softball team. Y/N was an athletic trainer. Lauren hardly noticed Y/N. Lauren was Y/N's world.
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"Come on, Y/N, little freak, you wanna keep staring at Lauren?" Brad asked, kicking me in the ribs for the fourth time since I hit the floor a second ago. I don't respond to his question and he smirks, noding. "That's what I thought." He grumbled, kicking me in the stomach again.

"Bread! The hell are you doing?!" I hear someone yell and I look up to see Lucy, the luckiest girl in the world, Lauren Jauregui's girlfriend.

"She was staring at Lauren." Brad says and Lucy looks down at me and I spit the blood that's in my mouth, onto the floor by my face and move to a sitting position and cross my arms in front of me when Brad moves to kick me and look up at Lucy's back as she grips his ankle. 

"So what if she was staring at Lauren? She's not your girlfriend. She's mine, and this America, you British bastard. She can look at who she wants." Lucy says before sending Brad on his way before turning to me and I flinch as her hand moves. "Oh, damn, those dick bags have really done a number on you, haven't they?" She asks, crouching down in front of me and I look up at her.

"Wh-why aren't you beating me to a pulp for looking at your girlfriend?" I ask Lucy, and my stomach drops when she smiles.

"Because I don't blame you." She says and holds her hand out to me. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up before sixth hour, yeah? Don't want Laur to see you all bruised up."

"What does Lauren care?"

"Well, you're nice to her, so since you're nice to her, she'll murder anybody who hurts you." Lucy says, brushing my hair out of my face and pulling it into a ponytail as we get into the bathroom. "You see, you make her smile, more than I can," Lucy starts as she gets a paper towel and wets it and wipes the blood from the cut on my eyebrow from where Bread kicked me and a sharp part of his shoe cut me. "I can tell she likes you."

"Don't hurt me. Please." I say and Lucy sighs.

"Honey, I won't hurt you. I promise. If I ever do, you can have Lauren. Okay?" Lucy says and I sigh.

"Okay." I say and she sighs as well.

"Those jerks just do what they do to you because they have tiny dicks." Lucy says and I smile, but wince when my lip protests.

"You know, if you weren't being constantly beaten by assholes, you'd be cleaning me up instead of me cleaning you up."

"But there's one difference."

"Yeah?"

"I wouldn't let Lauren into the whole 'I won't hurt you, I swear on my insert prized possession here.' thing. Because Lauren isn't a prized possession." I say and Lucy nods.

"I see your point."

"You better," I say and Lucy chuckles.

"Where's that spice when you're cornered?" She asks and I shrug.

"It was there when it started happening, but it's been so long that I know that if I fight back, the beatings get worse."

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Lauren

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"Have you guys seen Lucy? She's never late to Athletics." I ask the girls in the locker room and they all shake their heads, so I sigh, but open her locker and set out her practice uniform and her team shoes before leaving the locker room with my jersey in the waistband of my shorts as I pull my hair back into a ponytail on my way to the training room, and look up when I bump into someone and smile when I see Y/N. "Hey, Y/N/N." I say and she gives me a nervous smile like always.