the popular girls (you/lauren)

Chapter 4

Your pov:

*knock knock knock*

I patiently wait for the massive door to open. Dinah opens up the door, gestures me to come in. With no words exchanged, we head over to her living room and sit on a tan-colored couch.

"So, how do I get lauren?" I ask the tan girl.

"Ok, don't freak out. But, we should "date" & make her jealous." She tells with air quotes.

"What do you mean "date"?" I ask with a scrunched up face.

"We get all lovey dovey, ya know kiss and hold hands in front of her. That girl is a complete hot head, sooner or later she'll break up with Simpson to be with you, simple as that." She gives a light smile to go along with it.

"Ok, I guess. When do we start girlfriend?" I ask with a little laugh.

"Friday. My princess." She says with a kiss on my hand.
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algebra 1st period, why the fuck do I have to start off with math instead of music. I head over to my seat and I groan even more when I see Lauren and Brad get to class, hands interlocked.

"Baby where were you yesterday? I missed you." Dinah whines at me with a wink.

"I'm sorry, can I make it up to you?" I pout, I feel the green eyes radiating on us.

"yes you can." In that moment Dinah pulls me into a kiss, sucking on my bottom lip and her soft tongue enters into my mouth. She pulls away from the kiss and gives another wink.

I look over to lauren, her hand falls from brad's. She glares at Dinah and heads over to her seat with a big huff.

"that worked." Dinah whispers to me, we exchange devilish smirks.
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"Y/N, are you and Dinah fucking?" Zayn asks me with no filter whatsoever.

"fuck no." I say while almost choking on my grapes.

"Well people are saying that you two were making out in first period." Camila says with a shrug.

"but that doesn't automatically mean we're fucking." I exclaim with a dissatisfied expression.

"So what, did she put on a strap on and jam it up inside that barren wasteland you call a vagina?" Zayn pries with graphic detail.

"Common Z, that's my sister!" my brother snaps at the black haired boy.

"Chill, Santi." He calms down and sits back on the picnic seat.

"Why did we sit outside again?" Shawn asks with his arm around Mila.

"Because Troy keeps on harassing Ally, we've been over this." I sigh.

"God I hate that guy, we all know that he's the worst soccer player on the team but people treat him like a god." Ally groans with a sip of Pepsi.
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Another chapter, wow I'm not a failure today 😂