lauren jauregui imagines

just pull the trigger

Lauren pushed me into the lockers and began walking into the cafeteria, back to the so-called "popular table." I sighed, stood up, adjusted my glasses, and walked to my usual seat next to Dinah Jane Hansen, a.k.a. my best friend (more like only friend).

With a weak grunt, I dropped into my seat, watching Dinah eye me suspiciously. "What?" I croaked out.

"Nothing, nothing. I saw what happened," she said, motioning to my ex-best friend behind me. "Are you okay?"

I nodded and waved her off. "Yeah," I paused, "you know you could literally sit with Camila, Normani, Ally, and she who shall not be named instead of me."

She shrugged and smiled at me kindly before hitting my shoulder lightly, laughing, "Yeah, I know, you idiot. I want to sit with you. You're my friend too, you know."

"I know," I mumbled sadly.

"So tell me what went on between you and green-eyes over there."

"Um... Okay..." I said hesitantly, beginning my story.

Lauren and I met in what... The sixth grade? We've been best friends, up to last month when she ditched me for her boyfriend and his more popular friends.

I think Luis is a great guy. He treats Lauren right, and he's not cheating, to my knowledge. But seeing her happy with someone else tears me down piece by piece and I'm starting to get irritated with her behavior.

Luis—he's different from his group of friends. He's sweet, charming, and just a pleasure to be around, whereas his friends are huge asses. They try and get with every girl and beat up anyone that stands up to them.

I hate to admit it, but I think they're rubbing off on Lauren. She suddenly acts better than everyone else and mistreats everyone in her shadow.

"I'm surprised she hasn't beaten you up yet," I muttered, taking a bite out of my sandwich.

Dinah laughed a little too loud and smacked my sandwich making me drop it onto the table. I knitted my eyebrows together as she lost breath with each chuckle she let out. "She hasn't beaten me up yet cause I don't reside in no woman's shadow! Plus, have you seen me? Look at these guns."

Dinah flexed and I scoffed. "I'm pretty sure that's all in your head, buddy."

"Girl, please," she smirked. Her smile faded when her eyes landed on someone behind me. "What do you want?"

"I just wanted to give precious little Y/N here a gift," Lauren grinned devilishly. As soon as I turned around fully, the Cuban grabbed my neck and the next thing I knew she was kissing me.

For some odd reason I felt this funky tingling in my stomach, so I kissed back. Right as I did, though, she pushed me away and wiped her lips as if she was disgusted or something. "Ew, don't fucking kiss back. It was a prank, loser. Or should I say... Dyke?"

I furrowed my eyebrows and looked around to see a bunch of people, if not the whole room, staring at our "interaction." Luis's friends were recording with their phones, and my blood was boiling at what she just said. "Me?! I'm the dyke?! Last time I checked, you were the one that kissed me!"

Lauren shrugged with that cocky smirk plastered on her face and raised her hands up in defense, leaning into my ear, whispering, "Well, babe, it was just a prank." She pulled back. "Later!"

Everyone averted their attention and went back to what they were doing—probably gossiping about me—I wouldn't be surprised.

I turned to Dinah, tears threatening to escape my eyes. She knew, and I could see the sympathy in her eyes before I ran out of the cafeteria, not letting one sob slip out.