I'm With Her (girlxgirl)

Attraction

After Lance had left, I finally managed to get my stuff from my locker and drag Lauren to the nurses' office, despite her protests.

"Ally, I am fine. Trust me, I've had worse." Lauren tried to convince me with a smile.

I rolled my eyes, "Is that supposed to make me feel better?" I stopped and turned around, tilting my head to look at her, "Now, I have to save you every time you tick someone off."

Lauren smiled, her cut lip not marring the brightness of it, "Aw, Ally. You do really care."

I rolled my eyes again and ignored the heat in my face from her words. I whipped back around and grabbed her hand to follow me to the nurse. I could hear Lauren muttering behind me but I kept going, determined to get her patched up.

But how are you going to explain her looking like she just dove into a field of cacti?

'I'm sure I'll figure something to tell her.' I answered my mental question.

Fortunately, it looked like the nurse had decided to eat her food outside of her office so we were alone as I searched for something to clean Lauren's cuts. I felt her stare at me as I moved around the room but I tried to ignore it and the feelings her stare caused in me.

"The cuts aren't that deep so you aren't going to need any type of stitches." I told her as I found the peroxide to clean the few cuts on her lip and side of her face, "I might have to get some ice for your cheek, though" I mused out loud.

Lauren's cut lip split into what I was quickly recognizing as her signature grin, "You know, you're really cute when you're like this."

I felt my face flame as I realized how close I was getting to her as I inspected her face, "L-like what?" I managed to stutter out.

She smiled again, apparently liking my reaction, "All worried about me. You'd make a cute nurse."

My face grew warmer and I didn't respond for fear of saying something stupid. Lauren just chuckled lowly to herself then turned to sit down on a chair so I had better access to her face. I forced myself to walk forward and concentrate on patching her up, refusing to acknowledge the sparks I could feel shooting through my fingers when I touched her skin. I was also trying to ignore the nagging voice in my head that kept reminding me of what would happen if my family ever found out I liked girls.

My family wasn't extremely religious or anything like that, but they liked being the picture perfect family and having an openly gay daughter would ruin all of that. I had known that I was interested in girls more than boys from around seventh grade and I knew even then that I could never tell my family why I never had a boyfriend, unlike my sister, who went through guys like old clothes. In the past, it hadn't really bothered me living in the closet. I didn't have many friends and I wasn't close to my family so there wasn't really anybody that I was lying to. And I had never felt an attraction so strongly or as fast as what I was feeling towards Lauren, who I was about ninety-nine percent sure was gay too. The fact that she seemed to reciprocate my feelings made my heart beat faster than what was normal.

And that scared the crap out of me.

"Hey," Lauren said softly, her smile gone and concern furrowing her brow, "You okay? You kind of spaced out for a bit there."

I realized I had just been dabbing at one of her cuts for the past five minutes, lost in thought. I flushed in embarrassment, "Sorry, I zoned out."

Lauren chuckled softly, "I figured. Does my presence really bore you that much?"

I rolled my eyes and giggled at her, thankful she sensed that I needed some cheering up.

About ten minutes later, I finished patching her up and was putting everything away. Lauren stood up and stretched, emphasizing how much taller she was compared to me.

"How tall are you, anyway?" I blurted out. Lauren turned towards me, one eyebrow raised.

She thought for a minute, "I'm around 6' 4", I think."

My jaw dropped in shock. She was almost a foot and a half taller than me. No wonder, I looked like a toddler next to her.

She smirked at my expression, "Why, how tall are you, shorty?"

I glanced down at the floor and scuffed my foot against the tile. This was beyond embarrassing, "4' 11" I mumbled.

She was silent for about two seconds before she broke down in laughter. I rolled my eyes as she howled in amusement, "It's really not that funny."

She laughed a little harder and wheezed out, "Oh, that is hysterical. I'm pretty sure I was taller than you when I was eleven." That thought made her laugh even harder.

"Whatever." I huffed out and turned away from her.

"Ally, wait." She called out, still laughing slightly, "Come back, I'm sorry."

I ignored her and kept on walking through the halls. I could hear her footsteps gaining behind me but I still refused to acknowledge her. "Allison, I'm sorry for laughing. Please forgive me?" She got in front of me, causing me to stop and cross my arms and glare at her. She kneeled down in front of me but was still an inch or two taller than me which made me huff again.

"Ally, I'm sorry for laughing at your shortness." She apologized, making me bite back a smile. "Please forgive me. I won't  laugh about it anymore, I swear."

I tried really hard not to laugh at her puppy dog face, I really did but when she stuck out her lip, I lost it and I let out a loud laugh that rang out in the empty hallway. Lauren smiled at my laugh and asked, "So, am I forgiven?"

I smiled, my laughter died down, and rolled my eyes, "Yes, you are forgiven."

Her smile resembled that of a child's as she danced around in joy, making me laugh even harder. I honestly couldn't even remember the last time I had smiled or laughed so much with someone.

Maybe these growing feelings for Lauren weren't as scary as I thought they were.

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We ended missing the first half of lunch but I was beyond hungry and I finally managed to drag Lauren into the cafeteria to eat. I walked in and searched the room for somewhere to sit, clutching my paper bag lunch that I made at home last night. My eyes zeroed in on Jordan and Mitchell who were facing me and were sitting across from whom I assumed was Micah and Rico. They noticed me looking and smiled and waved me over which I returned. Then, their eyes drifted over to Lauren and confusion slid across their features before they looked between the two of us and gave each other a look I couldn't decipher and laughed.

Do they know Lauren?

I remember this morning when Micah introduced me to everyone and had said I still needed to meet Trent but... wait...wasn't Lauren's last name Trent?

I facepalmed, both mentally and physically, as I recalled the teacher addressing her as 'Miss Trent' when she had walked into class.

Lauren looked over to me with a raised eyebrow as we made our way to their table, "You know Jordan and Mitchell?"

I blushed a little in embarrassment, "Yeah, I met them this morning. Micah and I ride the same bus and he introduced me to them and we share a couple of classes together too."

Lauren chuckled a little and seemed to say to herself, "What are the odds?"

I furrowed my brows in confusion but before I could answer her, I heard my name shouted behind me. Confused I turned around seconds before two pudding cups hit me square in the face.

What. The. Fudge.