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"Okay so after you broke up with me in the field Camila came over...."

-flashback-

Lauren's POV

"Lauren are you okay." I couldn't look at her. I just kept crying. I didn't want to talk to her right now. I got up off the ground and started walking tears still pouring down my face but she kept following me.

"Stop following me. Camila just leave me alone okay!" She looked taken aback but I didn't care. I crossed my arms and continued walking with tears flowing down my face.

"Hey sweetie are okay?" Y/N looked at me and offered me a smile. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Am I okay? You broke my heart."

"Excuse me?" I looked back to her and Y/N was gone. It wasn't Y/N.

"I- I'm sorry." I speed walked away from her but everywhere I looked she was there. Everybody had her face, her smile her hair. She was everywhere. I started running to get away from her but every corner I turned I just kept seeing Y/N. I saw her in men going into stores and I saw her in women eating lunch and I saw her on the playground with kids and I needed to escape from her.

I ran and ran until I came upon a dead end street. I sat on the ground at the end of the street and I felt tears flowing again. "Lauren?" I heard a voice call me but everything went black already.

"I just found her lying on the ground passed out at the end of a street." My eyes flickered open and I saw my mom and Camila standing above me.

"Y/N. Where's Y/N?" I sat up but Camila pushed me down again.

"She broke up with you earlier." I furrowed my eyebrows. I thought that was a dream.

"Well I need to go talk to her. I have to go change her mind." I sat up again but Camila pushed me again. "You're gonna need to stop pushing me." I lowered my voice and glared at her.

"You need to rest Lauren. You can see her later."

"No I need to see her now I'm fine." I sat up and tried to put on my shoe but Camila threw it across the room. "Stop doing that!"

"I'll go make you some soup." Mom said and exited from the room.

"You can't go see her she said she never wanted to see you again."

"Well that's too bad for her." I decided to go in socks alone and stood up but Camila held onto my hand.

"No Lauren you can't go." She tried to pull me back to the bed.

"What the fuck Camila? Let me go!"

"No. You can't leave." She came in front of me and pushed me onto the bed. She straddled me and pressed her lips to mine. I pushed her away from me.

"What are you doing?" She didn't say anything else she just brought her lips to mine again and started kissing me hungrily. I opened my eyes slightly and she wasn't Camila anymore. Y/E/C eyes were looking back at me for a second and I kissed her back roughly. But I still felt nothing, this didn't feel like Y/N.

She moaned into my mouth and I groaned before pulling her hair. She took my shirt off an attached her lips to mine in a chaste kiss one again. I held the hem of  her shirt and pulled it off  she smirked and pushed me back onto the bed before joining our lips once again. She detached our lips and started kissing my neck and that's when she was back to Camila. "No stop! Get off!" I pushed her off forcefully and she landed on the bed beside me.

"What the hell Lauren?"

"You have to leave. This was a mistake."  I turned to look away from her and pulled my shirt back over my head. I placed my head in my hands and tears started flowing while sobs rocked through my body. "Fuck."

- end of flashback-

"Wait so you didn't sleep with Camila?"

"No I didn't. I couldn't. You probably came when we were making out but I promise you you were my first." I smiled internally but on the outside my face was straight.

"So after all that why did you date her?"

"Because of what happened the next day."

-flashback-

Lauren's POV

"Lauren someone's here to see you." I turned around hoping with everything in me that it was Y/N. I saw a head of brown turn the corner then Camila's smiling face.

"Hey Lo."

"Don't call me that. Everyone else can call me that except you." She looked hurt but quickly recovered.

"What should I call you then babe?"

"Lauren. My name is Lauren, not babe, not Lo, Lauren."

"Okay." She sat on the edge of my bed.

"Why are you here?"

"I, I uh came to ask you on a date."

"Are you crazy or are you joking?"

"I, am I missing something?"

"Get out!" I pointed to the door but she still stood there shock evident on her face. Tears welled up in her eyes.

"No you can't tell me to get out!"

"Yes I can this is my house and I want you out of it."

"I'm pregnant!" She broke down sobbing and I looked at her in disbelief.

"That's not my problem Camila."

"It is your fault actually. You rejected me." She pointed a finger at me and her eyes looked wide and crazy. "And you made me go drink and sleep with some douchebag and now I'm pregnant." She came closer to me with each step and with the last step she pushed me down onto the bed.

"It hasn't even been a day." She furrowed her eyebrows and looked at me confused.

"No. No it hasn't. It's been more than a day."

"No you kissed me yesterday." She tilted her head to the side.

"No. You rejected me when you kissed her in front of me. And now I'm pregnant and it's your fault. So you're gonna have to date me or I'm telling." She came closer to me and our lips almost touched.

"Telling them what?" She whispered in my ear and my throat went dry immediately. "But that's a lie they'll never believe you."

"Wouldn't they?" She pretended to think and with each passing second my heart grew heavier. "You wouldn't."

"Try me."

........

-end of flashback-

"What did she say?" Lauren motioned for me to come closer to her and she whispered in my ear. I felt like my whole world stopped the minute she uttered those words. "What?"

"I promise you it's a lie. I know nothing about that."

"But if it's a lie why'd you still date her?"

"Because maybe I think a part of me believed it. It would explain a lot."

"But. But that makes no sense. Why would he do that?" She shrugged her shoulders and I rested my elbows on my knees.

"Hey guys." I looked up and my heart stopped.

A/N: Double update because I'm happy

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