Lauren Lopez X Reader One-Shots |Requests Open!!|

Here For You

(So my gay ass finally watched Little White Lie and I'm already in love with Tanya Freemont so here ya go. P.s. just imagine this is modern day, not 2009 pls)

I sat down at a desk as class started. I was transferred just that day, and was finding this school to be very... interesting. Arborland High School was very stereotypical. It had many cliques and I was not about that.

A girl, with bleached blonde hair, her roots already growing back in, sat down next me. I watched her brown eyes scan over me, as I looked over her. She was short, her hair came just over her shoulders. She was wearing a nice white blouse and black shorts.

She spoke up, "Are you new? I dont think I've seen you around." Her voice was high, not in a annoying way, just very popular-girl-esque.

I nodded, "Just transferred."

"Oh." She smiled. I had to admit this Mean Girl was very pretty. She screamed straight though, and, respecting women, I knew not to go after her or anything.

As the teacher started to speak, I took out my sketchpad.

"Ooh shes a artiste!" She whispered.

"Ooh she just sketches every once in a while." I whispered back, sarcastically.

"Well, for one who 'only sketches every once in a while' you're really good." I smiled up at her.

"Thanks." I looked her up in down for a second. Her face flushed lightly when I did. I returned to my sketchbook, changing pages and restarting. I could feel her staring as I drew a face shape, with an angular jaw and soft chin.

I could see her moving closer as I added short, shoulder length hair, half in a pony tail on the back.

She put her fist under her chin when I drew almond eyes, and thin eyebrows.

I looked back up at her and smirked. As she studied the sketch more, I saw her smile, "Is that me?"

"Take a guess-," I stopped for a moment, "I never got your name, actually." I questioned.

"Tanya. Tanya Freemont."

"Bond. James Bond." We laughed quietly at my joke, "It's (Y/N)." I chuckled.

"Nice name"

"Thanks, I got it for my birthday." She laughed a little louder. Her laugh was contagious, and cute. She was cute.

"You're really funny." She chuckled out.

"I try."

"We should hang out," She said, writing what I assumed was her phone number on a peice of sheet paper, "I wanna hear more if those funny jokes." She handed me the paper. We then laughed and joked until the class ended. Unfortunately, we didnt have any other classes together.

(Many days later)

I was at home, alone, working on math. I was very bored but I couldn't text anyone, they were all at Sami's party. I didnt really know if I was invited. I was very knew to this school, afterall. Plus I wasn't exactly what you would call social. Though, if I did go it would only be for Tanya. Even in the short week or two that I'd met her, we were immediately friends.

Suddenly, I heard my front door being pounded on.

"Whomst've the fuck??" I questioned as I ran to the door. When I opened the door I saw Tanya. Her eyes were bloodshot and her bottom lip was quivering.