Meet Me Halfway (Prequel to BWIW)

Chapter 3

September 2011

Psst, Lauren. - C

What? And you don't actually have to write psst in your note, you know - L

It's for dramatic effect. As a budding actress this is something I need to practice as much as I can. One day I may need to perform a role where I pass notes, and thus my ability to "psst" will come in handy. - C

... I don't know how you managed to squeeze all that writing in on that tiny piece of paper – L

Perhaps I just wanted you to use your paper instead of wasting mine. – C

Oh so writing to me is a waste now, is it? I see how it is. – L

Don't sulk, Lauren, your face doesn't really suit being all scrunched up like that. – C

You're so funny– L

I agree – although I'm much more suited to more tragic and emotional acting –C

Shame, your face could perform stand up alone – L

Lauren! That was rude. - C

No, that was funny. :) Stop sulking, I've seen your bottom lip enough lately – L

Yeah, you stare at it eno...

Lauren watches in disappointment when Camila quickly snatches the piece of paper off the desk and hides it in the folds of her skirt as the teacher walks past. She wants to lean forward and ask what she was writing that made her smirk so much, but the teacher stalks past again and aims a glare at her.

Lauren sinks down in her seat instead, and the rest of the lesson goes much slower from that point on.

She doesn't receive another note in class until a few days later, in the one class they share where there are few people who'd take any notice – Mr Cowell's Spanish class. The small, crumpled up bit of paper smacks her on the forehead, surprising her from taking her notes. When she raises her head to glare at whoever threw it, Lauren hears a muffled giggle and catches a swish of brown hair out of the corner of her eye.

She rolls her eyes, although a grin is tugging at her lips. Lauren glances up at the teacher – he's currently busy reading something from a textbook to himself and not looking. They're meant to be working alone, but of course no one is. Surreptitiously she opens the note beneath the desk.

Psst, Lauren. - C

Cabello, what'd I tell you? Stop writing psst, it's not a good conversation opener - L

How else shall I do it? - C

Maybe say hello like a normal person – L

Hello. – C

Hi. Did you want something in particular? – L

No. I just like talking to you. Though I can't believe I'm passing notes with you in class, Lauren. I'm going to get in so much trouble if I get caught. - C

? You're the one that started it. – L

True, but I think you're a bad influence on me. - C

Don't tell me you're not enjoying it. The danger of what we're doing excites you - L The danger of the possibility of a detention from Mr Cowell? - C

Sure, Cabello. That's what really gets me going - L

I knew it. Underneath that good girl exterior is a bad girl just waiting to come out. - C

I'm not a 'good girl'. - L

Lauren, underneath 'good girl' in the dictionary is your name. You're incredibly clever and always know the answers, never set a foot wrong in class or get homework in late, and you never get in trouble. - C