Chapter One

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The large, double doors flew open. A tall brunette girl came dashing in. The high school corridor fell silent, not a sound was made. All eyes focused on Lauren Jauregui, bag girl in the school. She wore black ripped skinny jeans, scuffed converse trainers and a leather jacket. She held a large cup of coffee in her right hand. "Starbucks" the label read along the side. The brunette girl stepped forwards a little, chucking the half-full cup, aiming towards the bright red lockers on the left hand side of the long but narrow corridor.

The brown liquid exploded all over the lockers and floor. Lauren didn't look in the direction, she just kept on walking. Students gasped at this action. Lauren couldn't care less.

Lauren has sparkling green eyes that anyone could fall into. She was gorgeous, even prettier than the head cheerleader who thinks she runs the school but everyone knows the bad girl runs this place. She has an "I don't care" attitude and does whatever she wants, not caring at all what anyone else thinks. Lauren had all the power in the school. She could control anyone and everyone, including the jocks and most of the cheerleaders.

The corridor was still silent, all eyes still on her. The janitor rushed out of the tiny closet, in order to mop up the messed caused by the problem child. The tall, brunette girl looked straight ahead at the apocalypse of students, rushing to get to class. Lauren was already late, but she couldn't care less.

She made her way along the corridor, tearing each prom poster which were hung up neatly in a straight line. First period was Music, a class which Lauren despises, why? Because she was in the same class as the girl she despises, Camila Cabello, head cheerleader.

"Jauregui, you're late." Mrs Mackay, the music teacher growled as Lauren entered the class. Lauren let out a grin and walked towards her seat. "Now that everyone is finally here! I can get started on the lesson" Mrs Mackay basically shouted. Lauren yawned loudly, tapping the palm of her hand on her wide-open mouth, making the noise louder. The class giggled. "Thank you Lauren." "For this unit we are working on composition, you will be working in groups to write a song that will be performed at the end of the week."

"Do we get to choose our own groups?" A girl in the front row raised her hand and asked. "I have already chosen groups." The girls in the second row a.k.a Camila and her cheerleading pals murmured. "Group one is Katie, Roma, Angela and Rose. Group two is Abbie, Sophie, Taylor and Tia. Group three is Jamie, Anna, Eilidh and Michelle and group four is Dinah, Normani, Lauren and Camila."

"Are you serious?" Camila jumped out of her seat. "I'm not going in a group with her!" She pointed straight at Lauren who was swinging in her chair. "Aw what? I'm a delight" Lauren replied in a sarcastic tone, laughing. Camila groaned, throwing herself backwards onto her chair, folding her arms in frustration. "Aww she's in a mood" Lauren laughed hysterically.

"Now you two girls better work well together or else you both get F's." The teacher pointed her finger at the two girls. Lauren stood up from her chair, making her way over, sitting next to Camila. "Hi bestie" Lauren sat down directly to the right of the small brunette girl. "I don't appreciate the sarcastic tone" Camila growled. "Looks like you're gonna have to get used to it" Lauren smiled cockily, teasing the younger girl. Normani and Dinah, sat opposite in complete silence as the girls argued.

Camila Cabello is the head cheerleader. She is is the joint most popular girl in school, alongside Lauren of course. She is short with long brunette hair and chocolate brown eyes. She absolutely hated Lauren.

"Tell me Camz, how can you hate me? After all, you are in love with me" Lauren smirked, looking at Camila. "Don't call me that!" the younger girl growled. "Camz. That was your nickname wasn't it?" Lauren said in a sarcastic tone. "And please. Me, In love with you? Ha in your dreams Jauregui" Camila snapped, turning around to face Lauren who was still smirking. "Ooh feisty!"

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