Dope (Lauren/You)

Chapter 6

(Your POV)

"Before we start, are you finally going to apologise to me?" Lauren asked seriously.

I couldn't help but snort. "Excuse me?"

"You heard," she continued with a straight face, "I'm waiting for that apology. We can carry on with our work and put it behind us, but only after you say sorry," she explained as if she was being completely reasonable.

My face contorted into a look of pure bewilderment. Just when I thought things were getting better, she pulls this crap. She had another thing coming if she thought I was going to apologise—if anything, it should be the other way around.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but what the fuck?" I told her, sitting down on the other end of the bed. "Exactly what do I have to apologise for?" I continued as calm as possible.

"Do you seriously have to ask that question?" she deadpanned and huffed through her nose.

"Clearly I wouldn't ask if I didn't have to. Anyways, it should be you apologising to me," I answered her, taking in a long, deep breath to maintain my composure. She was as persistent as me, or even more so; it was getting annoying.

"I don't have anything to be apologetic about, you on the other hand..." Lauren trailed off as she looked away.

"You can't be serious right now?" I replied with an amused tone. "Please, do explain what I've done that's so wrong. Because at this point, it's becoming funny."

She laughed lightly and then abruptly stopped, like I was a three year old trying to connect the dots. "It's not what you did, it's what you didn't do."

"Okay..." I dragged out, waiting for her to continue.

"Here, let me ask you this, Y/N. Why are you giving me the cold shoulder?" she raised an eyebrow up, staring intently at me.

Because of the dare to invite me, what else? I thought. "Because of the party," I hinted and hoped she would catch on.

"Cut the crap," she said, "If you're not going to answer properly, then I have no problem asking for a partner change."

I twiddled my fingers in my lap and looked down at them. There she goes again with making me feel nervous; like my heart is about to burst out of my chest. But it was more of a "what did I do wrong?" kind of nervous. A few moments later, I took in a deep breath and looked at her. "I've been ignoring you because you invited me to that party as a dare. Like I was some joke..." I mumbled the last part.

"That's not tr—"

"Just forget it," I cut her sentence short, "no one has to apologise, okay? I just want to put it behind me." I forced a smile to cover up my emotions.

The truth was, I did want some sort of sorry. But if leaving it behind would get this project done, then I could go back to ignoring her after it. I just didn't want drama.

"No," she suddenly said with confidence. "This time around you're going to listen to my side," Lauren pointed at herself to emphasise her point.

(Lauren's POV)

"No," I suddenly said with confidence. "This time around you're going to listen to my side," I pointed at myself to emphasise my point.

Y/N needed to hear what I had to say, and now was my opportunity for that. She had been treating me as if I were the plague, even though I wasn't fully to blame.

"You're mad at me because of the dare, right?" I directed at Y/N. The Y/H/C haired girl nodded timidly, looking slightly vulnerable. "Well it's true, George did ask me to invite you as a dare. But the second you found out, you didn't even give me a second to explain myself. Not only that, but you ignored me afterwards. I thought we were more than just "classmates" at that party," I sighed deeply. "Y/N, I might have not been myself fully, but I still remember you looking out for me. Including our conversation in the pool."