Lauren Jauregui Imagines |ABANDONED|

Rivals

Y/N Y/L/N went to Miami High. Lauren Jauregui went to Carrollton School of the Sacred Heart. Their schools were rivals for everything, but the biggest rivalry was softball. What happens when the two captains meet over the summer without knowing who they are to each other?

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It was the last day of school, and as state champion in every sport I played this year, I was beyond satisfied with my year. No summer school, just summer league softball and summer soccer practices to worry about. Sighing, I toss my pencil down and walk over to the teacher with my completed final and handed it to her.

"Yes, Miss Y/L/N." She starts before I even open my mouth. "You may leave. Have a good summer." She says, handing me my school colored shades she took from me at the beginning of the year. I smile and take them and go grab my pencil and leave. I go to the student parking lot and walk over to my baby, a blue Dodge Challenger with green lights. I unlock my car and get in before turning it on and back out of my spot and pull off of campus and drive to cold stone to get some ice cream on my way home and go park at the beach when I get it and eat my ice cream before driving home. My dad's car is gone. The one he doesn't care about it getting broken into or stolen, so I park my baby with my other babies and go inside and look at the note on the kitchen counter. Of course they got me a new car to apologize for them leaving me for the entire summer. I grab the keys and go to the garage and let out a moan when I see the sexy machine sitting in the garage glaring at the wall. I get turned on by nice cars. Sue me. I walk over to the matte black Hellcat and unlock her and stop when her headlights turn on and smile when I see the red halos.

"You guys are forgiven." I mumble as I get in and press the garage door button on the visor as I turn her on and back her out of the garage and close the garage door before taking off toward where my other cars are parked and get my softball bag out of Baby and put it in the back seat of the Hellcat and drive back to the school for practice. When I park at the softball field, I turn off the new car and get out and grab my bag before going into the locker room to change and walk out onto the field when I'm changed.

"Damn. Who's car is that?" Alexis, our left fielder asks and I chuckle.

"Mine. You touch her you die." I say and she looks over.

"Folks gone again?"

"What folks?" I ask and Alexis furrows her brow. "Oh! You mean my married roommates that are never around? Yeah. They're in Ireland for the summer." I say and Alexis nods.

"Okay ladies! Just because you're state champions, means nothing. As soon as those medals were draped around your neck, the 2013 season started. So let's get to it. Thirty laps to start!" Coach calls out and I start running quietly. She really means three, she's an odd one, but there's no arguing that she's not an amazing coach. After I finish my laps, I wait for the rest of my team before we get ready for batting practice. Twenty balls each. I go first because I finished my laps first, when I finish batting, I go out and shag balls as the other girls hit them and when we're called in, coach tells us to get ready for sliding. On a turf field, on the hottest day of the year. "Get used to it, ladies, that way when you slide and get road rash from the clay, you won't complain about turf burn." Coach says and a freshman opens her mouth.

"Still a hundred percent I'll complain about one just as much as the other." She mumbles and I groan as coach glares at her.

"Okay, ladies, since your teammate wants to be smart, we're spending the rest of practice on the floor. Diving, sliding, more diving, more sliding. Ab day ladies!" She says and I catch the freshman by her arm.

"Look, kid, I get that you're new here and all, but there are rules. One of them is that you don't mouth off to Megan. So since you broke that rule, you're running thirty laps after practice."