The Twitter Scandal - Jauregui

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l a u r e n ' s  p e r s p e c t i ve

What am I doing?

Speaking to a woman who abused her girlfriend, Lauren, and believing she might be innocent.

This is confusing on its own, if she claims to be who she is it's kind of hard to believe. But when has there ever been a complain with Y/N? Maybe with Harry, but that was only because he was heartbroken, never one with Ashley. Their relationship ended pretty quickly, well if three months is quick.

But Kendall was in love and so was Y/N, what would her brother have had to do with this?

It's ridiculous.

I was so tempted to call y/n and call her over, I needed more answers — but as I reached for my phone it was a call from Lucy. I answered it, quickly.

"Hey..."

"Is it true?"

"Is what true?"

"Is she innocent?"

I faked a chuckle.

"How would I know?"

"Cut the shit, Lauren."

I sighed.

"Look, im so sorry Lucy."

I could tell she was smiling.

"She seems innocent,"

"Did she come clean?"

"Yeah...sorta..."

"What do you mean sorta?"

"Come over, I'll explain. I owe you one."

"Be there in five."

As Lucy promised she made it in five minutes — as I let her inside my house she sat down and I explained everything y/n told me — and I showed her the picture of y/n's brother and Kendall. She believed me:

"You did your homework?" Lucy raised an eyebrow as she examined the photo. "I'm still confused — why would Kendall cheat on y/n?" I asked myself as I paced in front of her. "Lauren, why do people cheat on each other?" Lucy asked rhetorically. "You think she didn't really love her?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Maybe."

"But they were so in love, why cheat?" I said as I finally calmed down and sat on the couch.

"She's a Jenner/Kardashian, what if he had dirt on her?" I looked at Lucy after she said that. "What dirt?" She shrugged "who knows, she's a model. Maybe she wasn't as real as everybody thinks she was. Boob job? Nose job?" I shook my head. "I don't think it's that..." I said.

"What are you doing?" I saw Lucy grabbing my cellphone — she scrolled through my contacts. "Calling up y/n, you want answers?" I snatched my phone away, "no no..." I said. "C'mon, I know you have her number." I did have her phone number — I stole it from her while she wasn't looking...what? I knew we weren't going to finish talking until I knew it all.