Baby Come Back

Chapter 2

I hate Lauren Jauregui. I hate her stupid smirk. I hate the way she snaps her gum. I hate her murky green eyes. I hate the way she drags her feet around in those stupid boots. I hate the way her voice gives me shivers and how she does not understand personal space. I hate her disgusting motorcycle she drives everywhere. I hate her smokey vanilla smell. I hate her handwriting. I hate how she thinks she will get into my pants. It has been a week since I had the pleasure of being introduced to her and she has not spoken a word to me since. She just stares. She watches me eat from across the lunchroom. She watches me when I am with Jake. She watches me in class. She never stops and I am about to snap; how rude can one person possibly be? Was she raised by animals? Since we were assigned to stick together this week, she follows me around and I completely ignore her. The only times we interact are when I scream at her to stop staring. She sits alone at lunch and watches me; most other students are either infatuated or scared of her. Some guys have even had the guts to try and ask her out, but they were all rejected. She is obviously mysterious and can pull off being a loner since she is so indie rock, too cool for friends and a normal mode of transportation, which irritates me more. She is slowly becoming the talk of the school, without talking at all, and I know I have to do something soon. Jake and I were walking to class, hand in hand, and there she is. Leaning against the lockers with her leather jacket, skin-tight, ripped jeans and a cigarette visibly tucked behind her ear since her hair is up in a messy bun. And those stupid God damn boots!

"You okay, baby?" Jake asks beside me. He has not even noticed that Lauren has been stalking me since he is a football meathead. If it does not have to do with sports or sex, he is not interested and that is just how I like it. I can get away with almost anything and my reputation will be perfectly intact.

"Yeah, I am fine. It is just that stoner freak keeps staring at me like I am a piece of meat," I said loud enough for her to hear. She chuckles to herself, crossing her arms and leaning back onto the lockers. God, everything she does is so irritating.

"Who? That new girl? Damn, she is hot. She has got, like, this sexy, secret vibe about her. I heard she is a freak too," he said, with his airhead tone of voice. Sometimes I wonder how I have spent so much time with him.

"JAKE!" I squeal, "I am your girlfriend, you can not talk to me like I am one of the boys in your locker room!" I stop walking and he turns to face me.

"Babe, I am sorry. You know I am only kidding around," he gave me a smile and I return it. At least he is cute. "Shes just one of them bad bitches, you know? I have to go, but I will pick you up from cheer practice after training, okay?" He kisses my cheek and I mumble a goodbye before turning to my locker.

"Hey baby," a husky voice whispers in my ear and all at once, I felt a body press up against mine. I turn around quickly and there she is, green eyes and all. She places one hand above my head on the lockers and the other one on my hips, completely trapping me.

"Do you not understand human nature? Personal space is a basic right you freak, get that into your head and DO NOT call me that," I spit out. She locks her eyes with mine and I felt 2 feet tall. She scans my face and after a minute she spoke.

"Hmm... You are not what you seem, Camila Cabello," she says it with such delicacy, she knows these words will break me. She quickly looks at my lips and then back to my eyes. I raise my eyebrows indicating for her to continue.

"I know you are not really as egotistic as you, or the rest of the school believes. I know you always hold the door open for that kid in the wheelchair every morning. I know that even though you do not participate in charity fundraisers, you have donated to each one that has been held this week. I know you ask the lunch lady about her son, who is now in college, and her daughter, who has just had a baby. But that is not all I know," she licks her lips and I feel like I can not breathe. How does she know about all of this?

"I know you only eat green vegetables, and you bite your lip when you are nervous. I know you have a scar on the underside of your right forearm and that you are ambidextrous. You are a book reader, even though you would like everyone to think otherwise. I know you are not all that happy," she is very close now. What is she doing? I am enveloped in her; her smell, her words, her hand stroking my hipbone, her eyes, her lips...

"What are you thinking?" She whispers.

That snapped me out of it. I mask my face with a scowl again and try to form a proper sentence.

"That you have three seconds to get off me or I scream rape so loud, even the deaf kid in our history class will hear," she did not flinch. She did not even blink, so I continued. "And I am not gay, so you can take your biker boots, your little smirk and find some else to stalk."

I hope I sounded convincing because inside I am freaking out. No one has ever looked that close into my daily life. My parents were both workaholics and Jake had his head up his ass most of the time. I think he bought me flowers once, in hopes I would sleep with him after his big game, but he has not even come close to this. I am not like Lauren, I have standards. No one in this school knows any of what she just said and being with Jake makes it more believable. Living a lie makes me seem more desirable and experienced. Who am I to argue with free credibility?

"I still want you. Normally I would find a flaw in someone by now, but you seem to have me stuck on you," she whispers into my ear. "There is something about you," she placed butterfly kisses along my jawline and my heart started to race.

God no this is not happening, I hate her. I shut my eyes tight while she moves down to my neck and my knees go weak. She is so gentle and careful. One would expect her to have slammed me against the lockers and stick her tongue down my throat. Instead, she is being more delicate than I have ever known. I have almost forgotten where I am, I am just smothered in her. Lauren Jauregui. She makes her way back up to my ear.

"I am going to make you happy, babe. I will pick you up later," she kisses me softly on the cheek and just like that, she is gone down the hall.

What the fuck just happened? I dragged myself through the rest of the school day, completely confused. I did not eat anything at lunch, which is an obvious sign that something is up with me, but of course, none of my friends noticed. I could not concentrate in a single class. In the classes I would normally have with Lauren, she did not even show up to.

I bet she is snorting crack off the seat of her motorbike in some riddled alleyway right now, while all I can think about is why she is so intent on messing with me.

Jake did not notice I was in a haze for the rest of the day, he was too busy with his chemistry partner Holly. They have a very important project coming up that requires them to spend every second giggling and whispering. Since I am his girlfriend, you would think I would be jealous, but I really can not care less, as long as we stay together. I am not even sure if there has ever been a point that I have been truly attracted to him. I mean, his face is nice and his body is toned, but there is no depth to him at all. I just want to get today over with, I am sick and tired of being confused by that freak.