Annoying the Stubborn

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Lauren got Y/N's number as she was waiting for Rick on her bed and she decided to text her later. She couldn't risk Rick seeing her reply—if Y/N ever will—and she knew herself that she would most probably end up making an excuse to make Rick leave although she had been wanting to see him too. Lauren's mind was messier than anybody else's room.

She almost jumped when she saw Rick's figure on the doorway, grinning as he was holding two cups of Starbucks coffee.

"Hey," he greeted, entering Lauren's room as she stood up to give him a kiss. "Was I keeping you up? I wasn't expecting that Starbucks would be filled tonight."

Lauren's father, Mike, and her stepmother, Leila, was never home and they've never met Rick. She's sure that they don't even know a thing about him. It's not that Lauren cared about their opinion about Rick but she hoped that they were more present so at least they knew what was happening to her. Her real mother died in a car crash when she was still a child, forcing her father to raise her on his own and when he met Leila at work, he knew that he could have another chance with love. Leila became married to Mike when Lauren was twelve and since then Leila started living with them. She was nice to Lauren but she just doesn't feel like she's her own mother. She was never home. They were never home so, it was always Lauren in their house. They'd come home every once in a while but as far as Lauren knew, they're spending most of their time in business trips around the world and making money for their family.

"No, it's okay," Lauren assured her boyfriend, smiling up at him as he sat down beside her. "How was practice?"

"Better, I guess." Rick shrugged, handing Lauren her warm coffee. "I have a report on Friday though and I was thinking maybe you could help me with it?"

"Are you sure that I'll just help?" Lauren looked at Rick knowingly, the guy chuckling at the action.

Lauren knew Rick for someone who would ask for help but it always ended up her doing all the work. Rick paid for it though. He'd take her out on a dinner or give her superficial things so, she thought it was okay.

"Yes, babe, I'm sure," Rick said before planting a kiss on Lauren's temple that somehow made the girl believe that he's really starting to change for the better. "Can I stay for the night? So we can start now and finish it as soon as possible. Maybe after that we can do something else . . . "

Lauren saw the glint of eagerness in Rick' dark brown eyes, already knowing what he was implying and she couldn't help but smirk. A little make out session wouldn't hurt. So, they started with the report and surprisingly, Lauren was just telling him what to do, guiding him on everything he had to know about the topic of what he was about to discuss. Eventually, Rick would ask Lauren for a kiss as a reward for understanding something and it was cute but every time their lips touched, a small part of Lauren hoped it was somebody else's lips instead—particularly Y/N's.

Lauren didn't understand how she could keep on craving for the girl when she knew she shouldn't. They were drunk that night but she could remember almost everything. All of her memories from the night contained Y/N's touch, her lips and the way she moved so delicately with Lauren.

Lauren could still taste the minty flavor of Y/N's mouth, the firm hold of her soft and warm hands, the tenderness of her length, and the brightness of her icy blue eyes. She couldn't believe how that deep set eyes could hold so much passion behind them as they shared pleasure that night. Had Lauren not known, she would've thought that Y/N was in love with her and it was a silly thought but Camila was right about how Y/N's eyes could make you feel. It was thrilling, enticing, and reassuring. It was like standing on the edge of the building with a harness lacthed on your body. You know that you'd be safe but there was still the hesitancy and the adrenaline rush but you still want to take the jump. She couldn't believe with just an incident like that, she'd saw the old version of Y/N that she knew.