"What took you so long?" Lauren asked you as you climbed to the top of the bleachers where she sat.
"Sorry, I was on the phone with my mom," you replied, plopping down next to your best friend and setting your bag at your feet. "Where's Ally?"
"Yearbook committee meeting. When she's done we'll head to my place."
Leaning back against the fencing, you watched the football team practice down on the field, wincing slightly whenever a hard hit was made. An early autumn breeze blew through the stadium, shaking a few leaves loose from their trees. Lauren shrugged her jacket off and laid it beside her, then grabbed some chips from her bag. Your eyes drifted to the track where unfinished homecoming floats sat, ribbons and confetti blowing in the wind.
"When's the dance?" You inquired, accepting a barbecue chip from Lauren's hand.
"The homecoming dance. When is it?"
The green eyed girl thought for a moment. "Two weeks from Friday."
"Are you gonna ask anyone?"
"I'm not going," she scoffed, wiping crumbs off of her face with the back of her hand.
"What?! Why not?"
"Got no one to go with."
"Oh, please, Lo. I know a certain leprechaun who would love to go with you."
Her head cocked to the side. "You really think Ally would say yes if I asked her?"
"I know she would," you confirmed.
"I don't know..." Her hands fiddled with her shirt hem.
"What? Is the great Lauren Jauregui scared?"
"I'm not scared!" She exclaimed a little too quickly. "I'm just... I don't know how to ask."
"Just make a cute poster and get her some flowers. That's what everyone else is doing."
"I'm not really good at cute."
"I'll help you," you offered, patting her knee.
Lauren finished off her chips and put the garbage into her bag. She rubbed the remaining residue off on her black jeans, then leaned back onto the fencing beside you.
"Who are you going with, Y/N?" She inquired, crossing her arms passively across her chest.
"Don't know. Guess I'll third wheel you and Ally."
"Yeah, no. That's not gonna happen. Either you find a date or I'll get you one."
She shrugged. "Dinah."
"Dinah? Why her?"
She rolled her eyes. "C'mon Y/N. You were checking her out the entire lunch today."
You blushed, not realizing anyone else had noticed. "I don't know. I've only known her for like, one weekend."
"And yet you look at her like that."
You sighed. She had a point. You did think Dinah was attractive, but you barely knew her. Maybe you two could go to homecoming as friends. You decided to shift the topic of conversation.
"So, Lo. We need to come up with a cute poster for you."
"Yep. Any ideas?"
"Well, what does Ally like?"
Lauren scratched her head. "Uh, I don't know. Good grades?"
"Really? Good grades? That's all you got?"
She shrugged. "Yeah."
"Well, how about this. 'I'd be an A+ date'."
"Y/N, that is cheesy as fuck."
"Which is why Ally will love it."
"Okay," she sighed. "I have a poster idea. What kind of flowers?"
"Alright. We have the how. What about when?"
"As soon as I can make you a poster. Give me like, two days."
Lauren nodded. "Thanks, man."
A loud crack of football helmet meeting pads brought your attention back to the field.
"So, how's Ben doing?" Lauren asked you, drumming her fingers on the metal bleachers beside her.
Opening your bag, you got out your sketch book and good pencils, letting your hand randomly draw as it pleased.
"He's good, I guess," you responded. "He doesn't really talk to me all that much."
"I think I see him more than you now that he and Chris are friends. He's at my house all the time."
"Sorry about that," you said a bit absentmindedly, absorbed in your sketch. A face was starting to take shape in the midst of muddled lines.
"No, it's cool. Keeps Chris from bothering me."
"How does he like football?"
"I think he just does it for the cheerleaders. And I don't blame him, honestly. Have you seen the captains?"
"Normani and Camila? Yeah, they're Dinah's friends."
"Really? Didn't she just transfer here?"
"Yeah, like two weeks ago or something. Guess she makes friends fast."
Lauren laughed. "Y/N, you were her first friend. I wouldn't exactly call her socially elite."
You frowned. Not because of Lauren's remark, though, but because of what sat on your paper. It was half of a face. Dinah's face.
"C'mon Y/N, Ally's here." Your best friend said, gently nudging you. Putting your unfinished work in your backpack, you made your way down the bleachers to meet her.
A bit shorter than normal. I apologize.
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