She's My Girl

You Wouldn't

POV: Natilie

"Lauren! Don't you dare!" I panicked as Lauren pointed a water gun at me. Idiots one, two, and three already got soaked, but I ran so I didn't. Now I'm cornered. Leave idiot number four alone.

"Give me a reason why I shouldn't." Lauren smirked at me as she held me at gun point. This would be terrifying if this was a real situation.

"Because you're a nice person."

Lauren shot me with the water gun without a second for me to come up with something else. "Honey, if you think I'm nice you've got the wrong woman."

"You're nice to me." I whined as I took my shirt off. We were in my group's dressing room, so it's fine.

Lauren didn't respond, so I looked over at her as I looked for another shirt to wear to see her staring.

"I know, the scar is bad." I got self conscious and covered the scar the best I could while I stole a spare shirt from Daisy's bag.

"No no no, that's not why I'm staring." Lauren quickly spoke.

I looked over at her again after I slid the shirt over my head as quickly as possible.

"Your body mesmerizing. It's perfect. You are perfect. I couldn't keep myself from staring. I'm sorry." She sheepishly scratched the back of her neck and I blushed.

"Thank you for thinking so, but I have to go work now. I'll see you later Lauren." I stood on the tips of my toes and kissed her cheek on my way out.

"Tease," Lauren mumbled under her breath.

"Oh please, do you know how many times you have bit your lip and looked me up and down before you even made a move?" I rolled my eyes in the doorway.

She shrugged. "I was testing waters first."

"Scaredy-cat."

"Careful little one," Lauren chuckled and I couldn't speak.

Well that got me to shut up real quick.

"Good," she looked me up and down before speaking. "You've got work to do. Go on now." Lauren shooed me away.

"What took you so long?" Daisy asked me with her hands on her knees while trying to catch her breath.

"Did you fuck?" Michelle wiggled her eyebrows and I rolled my eyes.

"She shot me with the water gun and I couldn't find a shirt, so I had to borrow one of Daisy's." I didn't lie; I just didn't tell the whole truth.

"I'm not going to ask more questions until we're in a more private location." Liza smirked. She knows I'm not telling the full story.

It took me thirty minutes to get the choreography down pat, and then I helped Daisy.

The girls just say 'not everyone took dance and has Latino blood in them' and roll their eyes when they see me do it correctly.

"That's good enough for now. After lunch we'll come back and work on the little things." I tried to catch my breath. I was sweating like a whore in church.

"Thank god." Idiot one, two, and three said in unison. The choreo director left an hour ago, because I was doing a better job teaching it than he was.

We walked to the lunch area and tried to find food that didn't look disgusting.

"The fuck is this?" Daisy held something up for us to see.

"Octopus." I scrunched my nose up in disgust.

Daisy quickly dropped in and squealed.

"The real question in what the fuck is this?" Liza looked at the gelatin-like substance on the plate in front of her.