Dope (Lauren/You)

Chapter 4

A/N: Very minor thing, but just remember Y/F/A means your favourite animal.

(Your POV)

My thoughts were screaming one thing solely: I needed to leave.

And that's exactly what I did, I got in my car and kept driving. Not a single moment was spent hesitating or looking back. When I arrived home, my parents heard the door shut and a plain "I'm back" sufficed. I didn't want them seeing me in this state, it would only make me cry ten times harder. Damp clothing and puffy eyes would be difficult to explain.

I didn't have the energy to discuss tonight's events.

I went through what seemed like a routine, one that would hopefully bring some sort of comfort. My brain ordered me around in steps. Go upstairs. Grab some dry clothing. Take a shower. Dry my hair. And last but not least, fall asleep.

I had the whole weekend to let my emotions boil back down, and to block out this embarrassing night. Compared to what's happened to me before, this was nothing; in fact, it was trivial. But don't get me wrong, that doesn't mean I won't hold a grudge.

It wouldn't make much of a difference avoiding Lauren, it's not like we talk on a regular basis. And strangely, I was grateful for that fact. I used to find myself wanting to start up a chat with her, yet now, I'd rather pretend we never talked.

Why did my school experience seem like a set of strategy plans? It was supposed to be a new beginning here. I was stupid for thinking like that. Not every person is genuine, and not everything is trouble free. I had learnt that quite a while back, but sometimes it slips my mind.

My bed was warmer than usual tonight, and it became the only good constant I had. My back moulded into the mattress while I snuggled my toy Y/F/A tightly. Quickly, my eyelids became heavy and began to flutter more frequently. Tiredness tugged at my body as it lulled me into a steady breathing pattern. The comforting feeling of sleep had took over... I was exhausted.

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*3 days later*

It was Monday, and I really felt like the weekend helped me feel better. I just needed a little while to get over it, that's all. What worried me now was avoiding Lauren and praying she wouldn't bring it up again. If I really have to, I won't say a word to her. That would save the awkwardness for both of us.

I only had math class once today, which shouldn't be too hard to endure. I slumped down in my seat near the back, flopping further into it like I usually do. Lauren wasn't here yet, I realised. It wasn't unusual though, she rarely arrived on time.

Five minutes later, she strolled through the doors as casually as ever. Today Lauren was sporting a light, rose pink hoodie, black ripped jeans, and dark combat boots to match. The hoodie was oversized, yet she still looked adorable in it.

Her eyes momentarily connected with my Y/E/C orbs when she made her way over to her seat. I looked away immediately, although I could have sworn I saw her smile at me in the corner of my eye. Regardless, it wasn't returned.

My earphones were plugged in a few moments later, and the sound levels were put higher than my normal preference. It made me flinch a little, but I decided to keep them that way. I purposefully became accustomed to the high sounds; it served as a relaxation method as well as earplugs. Allowing the music occupy my thoughts, I started to disassociate from my environment.

For majority of the lesson I didn't talk and only ever looked Lauren's way a few times. Each time I glanced over she had an unreadable expression on her face, and her gaze was constantly locked on the desk. Maybe she had read my body language and realised I didn't want to talk. Good. Something is finally going my way.