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Lauren Jáuregui
Your POV
"Y/N, stop injuring their players before they make you sit out the rest of the season," my coach said and I rolled my eyes.
"So y'all don't be seeing them trying to break my leg and shit? I'm not about to get fucked up, so I'm gonna knock a bitch shit loose," I told him and he sighed.
"Y/N, that's the fifth player and the second half just started. We have seven points and they have nothing," he said, "you're out before you're benched the rest of the season."
"Alright," I mumbled drinking some water. Despite there being thousands of people in the crowd cheering and shit, I could distinctively hear one person calling my name. I turned around to see who it was. I saw this gorgeous woman calling my name. She was wearing my jersey. She waved her hand at me and I waved back. She didn't think that I'd see her, but I did. I walked over to the stance and looked up at her.
"What's your name?" I yelled to the gorgeous woman looking down at me. Her eyes had me feeling like I was being hypnotized.
"Lauren," she yelled back. One of the water boys came over to me with a Sharpie. I climbed up into the stands and was bombarded by fans. Security had came over, but I told them to relax. I signed Lauren's jersey and she thanked me. She slipped a piece of paper in my hands. I signed a few more before getting back on the sidelines. Since, I was out of the game, I went to shower and change.
Curiously, I unraveled the paper and saw that she had given me her number. It was so cliché, but I just had to meet her. I stayed in the locker room until the end of the game and waited for majority of the crowd to leave.
When I came back out onto the field, the gorgeous woman was on the field too talking to my coach.
"Y/N, I was just talking about you. This is my niece, Lauren. She wanted to meet you," my coach said. He walked towards me to tell me something privately.
"Treat her with respect, asshat," he mumbled and I chuckled. He left leaving me there with Lauren.
"Hi, I'm Y/N, it's nice to meet you. You know, without the crowd yelling," I said introducing myself.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Lauren," she replied shaking my hand.
"Where you from?" I asked curiously.
"Miami, you?"
"Cuba. Manzanillos, to be specific. However, I spent my most developmental years in Memphis."
"Ooo, I can hear the accent. I'm Cuban American," she replied and I smiled.
"¿Así que no tengo que hablar inglés?" I questioned. (So I don't have to speak English?"
"That's up to you," she replied and I chuckled.
"I'm having a little get together later for my birthday. You should definitely stop by, if you have the time."
"I'll see what I can do," she smiled. I gave her my number and my address before we parted ways. My mom had set up everything for the get together, so all I had to do was sit back and look cute.
"Mama," I yelled out as I entered the kitchen. I got popped lightly for yelling.
"¿Por qué gritas?" she questioned.
"I pay the bills here," I told her and she hit me again.
"Ve por tu padre," she replied and I nodded kissing her forehead. My dad was in the backyard grilling.
"Papa, mama said getcho fat nose, lil teeth, big ears, paper chest having ass in here," I said as I stepped outside.
"You checkin?" he asked.
"I'm stating facts, mane."
"Getcho slow ass on somewhere. Big goofy lookin ass nigga," he said.
"Come on now, small shirt, big pants wearing ass nigga. Ole fat face ass. Got them fat ass K-Swiss on. Looking like you fresh outta 2006. Patchy beard ass nigga," I replied and he laughed at me.
"Why you out here fucking with me?" he questioned.
"Momma wants you," I replied and he groaned before going inside. I freshened up and changed my clothes before going into the living room. After about an hour, people started to show up. I was honestly just waiting for Lauren to show up.
When she did, I felt my heart beginning to race. My coach, her uncle, followed behind her.
"So glad you could make it, Lauren," I said and she smiled.
"What about me?" Coach questioned, so I flicked him off. He rolled his eyes and went to go find my dad.
"Would you like anything to drink? We got Modeló, all sorts of wine, sodas and shit," I told her.
"I'll take a glass of wine," she replied.
"Red or white?"
"Red. White give you hangovers," she told me and I chuckled.
