Lauren Jauregui was 17 years old when her son was born. She had to finish school, work a part time job, and care for her son all on her own. Now, 12 years later and her son is entering middle school, she owns her own business and her life is finally...
Okay, well. Not a date date. It was just lunch. But I was still freaking out about it. I had been pacing the floor of my bedroom for the past 20 minutes. It was nearing 11:30, and I still wasn't ready yet.
Clarke, Dylan, and Shawn were sitting on my bed. Both of them rather confused. Well actually, Shawn was confused. Dylan was trying not to laugh. Clarke was just irritated. Dinah and Lee were somewhere around here. Possibly raiding my fridge like they always did. I swear half of the food I buy, ends up in their stomaches.
"Seriously, Camila?! How many times are you going to pace this floor? Just pick an outfit it's not that hard. It's only lunch," Clarke finally said and I stopped pacing to look at her. I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could Dylan did.
"It's not only lunch, Clarke Griffin! This lunch could make or break our Cami's future relationship! This is a do or die situation. Depending on how Camila behaves at lunch, could determine if she is a good enough date to be taken out to dinner and a movie. It all goes together Clarke! It all goes," Dylan said and my eyes widened.
"Oh my god," I mumbled then I began pacing again. Shit! What if I screw up? What if I don't look okay? What if she never wants to see me again because I'm a total mess?, "I should just cancel this thing," I said as I made my way to my bedside table to grab my phone.
"No!" Dylan, Clarke, and Shawn shouted in harmony.
"See, look what you've done, Dylan. You scared her," Clarke rolled her eyes.
"I was just saying," Dylan shrugged.
"Well stop helping," Clarke snapped.
"Maybe you should stop helping," Dylan argued childishly. Shawn sighed as an argument ensued between the pair. He stood up from my bed and walked over to me.
"Mila, why are you so worried? You weren't this much of a mess when you and Ariana went out the first time," Shawn said and I sighed as I ran a hand through my hair. I stopped pacing and looked at my best friend.
"I don't know, Shawn. It's just...every time I see her I feel so nervous," I frowned as I shook my head, "I get a stomach full of butterflies. My heart pounds against my chest so rapidly it hurts. My palms get sweaty and all I want to do is make her happy."
"Mila, are you...falling in love with her?" Shawn asked.
"What?! No! It's way too soon. We haven't even gone on a date yet! No! That's insane. You're crazy. What? No....I mean...I don't know. Am I?"
"It sure sounds like it, Milz. That's how I feel around..." Shawn didn't need to finish that answer. I knew who he meant, "You may not be completely in love, yet. But you are falling, Camila."
"Fucking great," I groaned as I fell backwards on my bed, "What do I do?"
"You be yourself, Camila," Lee was the one to answer this time. I turned my head to see him and Dinah walking through the door together.
"Don't let a discovery like this ruin your relationship before it even starts, Mila. Just take it one step a time. Let your feelings continue to grow. Just be happy. Ariana made the last few years of your life horrible and now is your chance to start anew. Ignore the what ifs and the possibilities and just focus on the now," Dinah was the one to speak.
"And also, wear this," Dylan pulled an outfit from my closet and held it up for me to see, "Cute, yet casual. Stylish, yet doesn't scream take me I'm yours."
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"Yeah. Save the take me I'm yours outfit for like the third date," Lee jumped in. I was so confused at this moment. There were rules to outfits? Whatever. I so don't have the time to stress over this. I'm already running late.
I quickly hopped off of my bed and I changed into the outfit right there. I didn't care, my friends had all seen me naked on more than one occasion. Once I was dressed, Dinah was standing there with my white Converses in her hand. She held them out to me.
"Thanks," I said as I quickly tugged them on my feet, "How do I look?" I faced my friends and held my arms open.
"You look good, Mila," Shawn said, holding a thumbs up. I grinned as I ran a hand through my hair.
"Now go! You're late!" Dinah pushed me out of my bedroom. My eyes winded as I realized I really was late. I quickly took off down the stairs, my friends all following me.
"Bye, Mila!" Shawn.
"Have fun!" Clarke.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Dinah.
"In other words, don't do anything!" Lee.
"Use protection if you do!" Dylan.
I rolled my eyes at my friends as I opened my front door, "Don't burn my house down!" I shouted as I slipped out the door, shutting it behind me. I walked to my car and climbed in. I started it up and before I could second guess myself again, I was off towards Lauren's bakery.
It didn't take me long to get there. The bakery was only about a 15 minute drive from my house. Once I had pulled up, my eyes narrowed when I saw Lauren standing outside talking to that same guy from the bakery last time. What his name? Zack? Zander? I think he was Nic's father. Whoever he was, Lauren didn't seem very happy to see him.
I decided to wait in the car for a moment, I wasn't sure if she wanted me to be in the middle of her conversation. It wasn't until I saw Zack grab Lauren that I had even decided to intervene. She was trying to fight against his hold on his arm, and I was out of the car in an instant.
"Hey! Zeke! Get your hands off of her," I growled lowly as I walked over to the pair. I quickly grabbed Lauren's hand and pulled her behind me, standing in front of her protectively. I wasn't really sure what I was going to. Zavier was like a bit bigger than myself, and I was more of a lover not a fighter. But if I had to I would deck pretty boy across the face.
"You again. What do you think your doing with my girlfriend and mother of my child?" Zander asked me, and I rolled my eyes silently.
"Dude, please get over yourself, alright? From what I've learned and been told, Lauren doesn't want anything to do with your ass," that was a lie. Lauren actually rarely, if ever brought this guy up. I had only met him that one time and that was how I learned about him being the father of Nic. I turned to look at Lauren, "You don't want anything to do with him right?" I whispered rather loudly.
"Not a single thing," Lauren confirmed and I nodded my head before looking back at Zack.
"See. Now I recommend you move on somewhere before I kick your British ass," I said, and the dude held my stare for the longest trying to see if I meant it or not. I guess he saw that crazy look in my eye and decided I did because not even a minute later he had turned around and he was making his way towards his own car.
I watched him until his car disappeared around the corner before turning to look at Lauren, "You alright?" I asked as I reached out to grab her arm and check it. I turned it to make sure there were no bruises anywhere on her beautifully pale skin.
"I'm fine, Camz," Lauren said, and I looked at her to see her with a soft smile on her face. I cleared my throat as I quickly let her arm drop, rubbing the back of my neck.
"Good good. I was very worried. I tried to stay out if it, but I didn't like the way he grabbed you," I felt my cheeks heat up at my own confession and Lauren laughed that angelic laugh of hers.
"That's so cute, Camz. I'm glad you did intervene," Lauren said and she looked around before looking back at me, "I guess I ruined lunch, huh?"
"What? No! Not at all. I still want to take you out. You know, if that's okay," I said as I ran a hand through my hair. This time Lauren grinned widely back at me, and I couldn't help but to return it. It was honestly the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
"Of course it's okay! Come on," Lauren grabbed my hand and dragged me to my car.
And I decided then and there that what my friends were saying earlier was true. As Lauren laughed and flashed me that smile of hers. As my heart pounded rapidly against my chest and the butterflies went wild in my stomach. I knew then that, I was falling in love with Lauren Jauregui.
