*A few days later*

"Good afternoon, lovelies." Lauren walked into the food court greeting her friends and co-workers. She was all smiley, exulting joy. Curious glances fell on her.

"Hmmm, I think someone had a good dose of sex last night." Lily guessed mischievously, causing everyone at the table to laugh.

Lauren's cheeks blushed, and she avoided looking at her friends.

"Or she will have tonight." Molly added, exchanging a mischievous glance with Lily, who was laughing at the brunette's shyness. "There are rumors that the sexy British singer is coming to town tonight." She teased her friend even more, and Lauren felt like sliding down her chair and hide under the table.

"Alright, girls. That's enough." David intervened before the two women embarrassed Lauren even more. The boy dragged his chair closer to the brunette, hugging her sideways and pulling her head to his chest, stroking her hair affectionately. "Don't listen to those perverts, they love to embarrass people."

Molly and Lily brought their hands to their chests, in a clear sign of fake indignation. Chris, who had just sat down, narrowed his eyes at his friends, not understanding what was going on.

"Are you messing with Lauren or something?" Chris asked, and David nodded his head. The blond tsked and laughed. "You didn't even wait for me, I thought we were all friends."

Lauren looked up and stared at the blond in disbelief. Chris pretended to not notice the brunette's surprised look.

"That's what you call friendship? That's why I like David, he doesn't mess with me and he always protects me from you three." Lauren wrapped her arms around David's waist; who grinned as he hugged her back.

Chris, Molly and Lily shrugged, pretending not to care.

They were all talking and laughing nonstop, the food court was very lively that day. It was always a pleasant environment, despite the people who time or another rushed from one side to the other to get some part of the set ready, or fix the costumes or something else. The four stars were so focused on their conversation that they didn't even notice that a few people around had fell silent and were staring at a certain someone.

"But what the..." Chris looked around, rather curious as he noticed the people around him staring at the same place. He widened his eyes in surprise when he saw what had caught everyone's attention.

"What happened?" Molly asked curiously, taking another bite on one of her French fries. The redhead turned around, trying to find out the reason for the blond's surprised look. Her mouth fell open when she finally saw what was happening; Camila was talking to Simon near the door, the man was gesturing frantically in search of answers and the Latina was trying to explain something. But that wasn't what caught everyone's attention, but rather Camila's bandaged wrist.

"Did she break her wrist?" Lily asked, trying to figure out what might have happened; her friends were as curious as she was, worried about the Latina.

Lauren turned her attention away from her phone and noticed her friends looking at the door. She turned her head to the side and was startled to see Camila and Camila's bandaged wrist.

Was she in an accident?, the brunette wondered in thought, somewhat worried. Even if she had argued with Camila and was trying not to care about her, her protective side was stronger, she was never the type of person who cared less about others just because they weren't on good terms, no matter who it was. She knew how irresponsible the Latina could be and she wouldn't be surprised if Camila had been in some kind of accident, but she ruled out the possibility of it being a car accident, since there had been no news in the media.

"I'm gonna go over there and talk to her." David told his friends before propping his hands on the table and taking impetus to get up, walking away towards the Latina.

"I'm going with you." Lily also got up, following David.

Besides the fact that Lauren was curious, she was also worried. Maybe something serious had happened to Camila, who knew? The others also got up to follow the other two, except the brunette. Lauren tried to not pay attention to Camila. She tried to focus her attention solely on her lunch, but she was failing miserably. She was worried about the Latina, as much as she appeared to be fine.

Lauren wished she didn't care so much.

After explaining to everyone what had happened, Camila went to Simon's makeshift office on set so they could talk about the little delay that filming would have thanks to the Latina's injured wrist. The script would have to be modified to add a scene where Camila hurt her wrist. Lauren watched the Latina walk away from her friends and then watched as they walked back to the table, dying of curiosity to know what had happened.

"I've always known that Camila was short-tempered, but not to the point of punching a car window just to let out her anger." Lily commented, open-mouthed, with her friends after sitting down on her chair.

Lauren looked up upon hearing that comment. What do you mean she punched a car window?, the brunette wondered to herself, completely shocked. Camila has always shown to have a certain anger control problem, but the brunette didn't think it was that serious.

"She must be suffering because she won't be able to use her fingers for a few days." Chris joked to lighten the weird mood that had settled in the air, as everyone was creating different scenarios in their heads about why Camila did what she did.

Lauren listened to everything attentively, in silence. She wasn't going to open her mouth to say anything, she had to mind her own business, she couldn't show that she cared about that. None of that was her problem.

Lauren shouldn't care about Camila.

Time passed by and Lauren tried to focus on anything other than her concern for Camila and the fact that she was still in Simon's office, probably hearing some speech about responsibility and lack of professionalism. After what seemed like an hour, the two of them finally exited the office, walking towards the rest of the cast.

"Everyone, if I could have your attention, please... We have a few setbacks caused by Wonder Woman here..." Simon joked, looking at Camila out of the corner of his eye, which made everyone laugh. "Since she decided to punch the window of her car for some unknown reason, the scenes between Lauren and Camila will be a little delayed." Everyone nodded their heads, smiling at the Latina, who just rolled her eyes. "But don't forget to take your scripts home. On Friday, we'll film some scenes that don't need Camila's participation, and be ready because a few things will change. Study a lot and practice your lines." He advised the actors, who nodded promptly.

Simon excused himself and turned around to go back into his office. Chris and David went to Camila to hug her and thank her for the unexpected 'day off'. Lauren stayed behind, just watching them taking the Latina away from her, and she could only thank God for not having to talk or film with her.

-----

Two days after the meeting on the set, Lauren was at the international airport, completely disguised. Ryan's flight should already be landing and the brunette couldn't be more eager. Having her best friend in Los Angeles was without a doubt one of the best things ever. He would be able to take her mind off the stress of the past few weeks.

Lauren was looking around through her sunglasses, seeing a cluster of people walking from one side to the other; some reuniting with family members, others talking about business and rushing around. She looked back, looking for the big screen, and flashed a big smile when she saw that Ryan's flight had just landed. Her eagerness increased, she couldn't wait to be with her best friend.

After long minutes waiting near the landing gate, Lauren finally spotted Jerry in the middle of the crowd, her eyes quickly swept the area in search of Ryan, and when she saw him, her lips automatically parted in a broad smile. The British boy was wearing a red hoodie, and just like her, he was wearing sunglasses as well. He was walking with his head down, and with a backpack on his back. His security guard walked beside him, carrying a small suitcase with him.

"Found her." Jerry told Ryan, who quickly looked up in search of Lauren.

The boy looked in the direction his security guard discreetly pointed with his chin, and a broad smile appeared on his lips. As soon as she noticed his gaze on her, Lauren smiled even more, feeling her cheeks hurt.

"Ryan..." She whispered, feeling like she was about to burst with happiness.

It didn't take long for her to run towards Ryan, ignoring people's stares. Lauren jumped on her best friend, hugging him tightly.

"Ugh." Ryan groaned involuntarily when Lauren's body collided with his, and then she jumped on his lap and wrapped her legs around his waist. "Missed me that much?"

Lauren let out a laugh upon hearing the boy's question, she had really missed him. She hated being so far away from Ryan, he was like her safe haven.

"So so much! You have no idea."

"I think I have an inkling." He turned his head to kiss Lauren's cheek. He didn't even bother to see if someone was recording them or something, he just wanted to hug her. "I really missed you."

Only when he was with Lauren, he knew that he could be himself, without needing to wear a mask.

-----

Camila was lying on her couch, completely bored. Dinah was in Hawaii visiting some relatives and Selena had traveled with Dylan. With her hand bandaged, she didn't even feel like going out, even though the Latina knew very well how to use her left hand, it just wasn't the same. She started flicking through the channels, but nothing that was playing on the television interested her. Then she stopped on channel E! to know what was going on in the celebrity world.

"Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie want to adopt a new child." The Latina read the news that was highlighted as 'exclusive'. "Where's the news in that?" She asked herself, not seeing the need to tag that news as 'exclusive', news would be if they didn't want to adopt another child.

Camila continued watching the gossip channel, and she laughed and commented on some interviews, she was entertaining herself. Then her smile widened when they started talking about a particular subject.

"Hello everyone, as you all know very well, Blowaster is one of the most watched tv series in the US right now. The tv series starring Camila Cabello and Lauren Jauregui conquers more and more faithful viewers with every new episode. We all know very well the charm that those two have and the undeniable chemistry; some fans are even rooting for the two of them to be together in real life. But I find that somewhat unlikely since we all know that the two of them don't get along very well. However, who knows what tomorrow may bring, right? But what I wanted to tell you is that this afternoon, our beloved Blowaster star, Lauren Jauregui, was caught kissing her boyfriend Ryan Smith of One Direction in LAX. That's right, guys, the two were making out in the middle of the airport. Just watch this amateur video that one of the people who was there recorded. Aren't they the cutest and most perfect couple in the world?"

Camila rolled her eyes several times, she hated the attention that that couple received in such an exaggerated way. It's just two people kissing, what's the big deal? She'd never understand why celebrity couples drew so much attention, it would only be understandable if it was a controversial couple.

-----

Lauren's head was resting on Ryan's chest, the boy was stroking her hair soothingly, inhaling the scent of her perfume. The two of them were lying on the brunette's bed watching a marathon of the show Crime Scene Investigation, better known as CSI. They both loved those type of tv series.

"I'm going to fall asleep if you keep doing that..." Lauren murmured sleepily, what he was doing was very soothing.

Ryan let out a laugh, but without stopping his caresses on the brunette's scalp.

"You can sleep if you want. This episode is almost over anyways, and we both know that it was the boy who killed the woman."

"Then don't mind me, I barely slept last night. I'm exhausted, it feels like a truck ran over me." The brunette yawned, purring as she snuggled closer to the boy's body.

Ryan enveloped her better in his arms, trying to make her feel as comfortable as possible so that she could sleep and rest.

"Another reason for you to sleep." He moved his hand to the nightstand and grabbed the tv remote control, turning it off quickly. "Come on, let's go to sleep 'cause I'm tired too. These long trips leave me exhausted."

The British boy pulled the comforter up, covering the two of them better, and then grabbed the air-conditioner remote, increasing the power. He laid his head on the pillow and snuggled closer to Lauren, placing a kiss on top of the brunette's head and closing his eyes to focus and fall asleep. It didn't take long for Ryan to fall asleep, the brunette's warm body and her comforting scent quickly lulled him to sleep.

[...]

Lauren pressed her eyes together upon hearing the noise of something trembling, she thought it was some kind of dream and tried to go back to sleep. She shifted on the mattress, burying her nose in Ryan's chest, inhaling the scent of the body cream that exuded from him. She was almost falling asleep again when now she heard her doorbell ringing. Her eyes flew open.

Shit, I forgot to turn off that crap, she sighed in thought. She removed Ryan's arm from her back carefully and moved to the edge of the bed, getting up quickly. Who could be ringing the doorbell at that hour? Something serious must have happened.

The brunette closed her bedroom door and strode towards the front door. It didn't matter who was at the door, they were going to be yelled at, unless someone had died. Lauren turned the doorknob and was already ready to yell, but her voice died in her throat when she saw Camila standing in front of her apartment door. The Latina's face was downcast, her eyes had a strange glow and she didn't look okay at all.

Lauren couldn't believe what her eyes were seeing, it could only be a nightmare.

"But what the-" Lauren was going to demand an explanation, but the Latina stumbled out of nowhere and fell on the brunette, cutting off her demand. "Wow! You stink of Whiskey and other drinks." The brunette grumbled when the strong smell of alcohol invaded her nostrils, a grimace appeared on her face.

Camila's state was pitiful, and for a second Lauren wondered how she had managed to get there.

Irresponsible little girl, she's trying to kill herself, the brunette thought angrily.

"Losren... Yuuuo smeeelly sor gooodt." Camila babbled, completely groggy.

The breath in the Latina's mouth was pure alcohol and Lauren felt nauseated. She liked to drink, but she hated dealing with drunk people.

"Jesus, what did you drink?" Lauren pulled the Latina into her apartment; she didn't have a choice, either she helped Camila get better and then sent her home, or she left her there, lost and helpless in the hall. And her rational side wouldn't let her do that. "You're short, but you're heavy. Fucking hell." The brunette grumbled as she dragged Camila with a lot of difficulty towards the couch, and when she finally reached it, she leaned over it carefully, laying the Latina there.

Lauren frowned at the sight of her like that, the Latina was really reckless.

"Losren." The Latina called, and Lauren shook her head, removing Camila's arms that were around her neck.

Camila opened her eyes, blinking several times to be able to focus her vision, and when she managed to see less blurry, she smiled upon recognizing that face. She was glad to know that she hadn't knocked on the wrong apartment.

"You stupid drunk." Lauren tsked, standing up and straightening her posture. She brought both of her hands to her hair and started thinking about how she'd get Camila out of there. She could call someone, but none of her friends would leave their homes at that hour to help her, and she knew that Dinah and Selena weren't in town. Lauren also thought about waking up Ryan, the British boy would never refuse to help her, but he'd surely want explanations and she wasn't willing to talk about that. "What do I do with you now?" Camila looked at her, looking like a child waiting to be scolded. Lauren rolled her eyes. "Don't look at me like that, you drunk dwarf. Come on, you're going to take a shower to see if it wakes you up a little."

The brunette flexed her knees and placed her hands under Camila's armpits, pulling her up and making the drunk woman's body collide with her own. She ignored the little grin that Camila was flashing her and started to lead her down the hall to give her a shower in the bathroom there. Luckily, the door was ajar, so she just pushed it open with her foot and then entered the room with the Latina in her arms. She sat Camila down on the toilet seat and removed her arms from around her neck.

Lauren left the Latina sitting there, a little afraid that she'd end up slipping and hitting her head. She'd have to be quick, she opened the glass door of the shower-box and stretched to turn on the water, and then she adjusted the temperature of the water to the coldest and stood back again, turning towards Camila who was still sitting and looking at a random spot on the wall in front of her, blinking several times.

"Come on." Lauren held out her hand to Camila, who took it without a second thought. Lauren unbuttoned the buttons of the blouse that the Latina was wearing and pulled the piece of clothing up and over her head, to then unclasp the black lace bra, throwing the piece on the floor near the blouse. She had to be very strong to not look at Camila's body. "Take off your shorts." The brunette ordered, and Camila quickly obeyed, for some reason she was quickly becoming slightly sober, which Lauren was thankful for. When the Latina was completely naked, the brunette led her to the shower-box, she had to hold the Latina firmly so that she wouldn't slip when her feet touched the wet floor of the bathroom.

"Get under the water, Camila." Lauren ordered when she noticed that the Latina was standing still looking at the water falling, she seemed to be debating about whether to get under the water or not.

Without any patience, Lauren put one of her feet inside the shower-box to support herself and pushed Camila under the water. The Latina let out a loud shriek when she felt the cold water hit her head and back, and Lauren widened her eyes and put her hand over her mouth, muffling the sound.

"Don't scream, you idiot." The brunette chided her, mentally praying that Camila's scream hadn't woken Ryan. Lauren didn't want to have to explain herself to the boy. "Lift your head, Camila."

Camila promptly obeyed, lifting her chin, and she closed her eyes when she felt the water streaming down her face. Lauren continued holding her so she wouldn't fall to the floor, the Latina could end up getting seriously hurt.

Exactly 20 minutes later, Lauren removed Camila from under the water because the Latina's body was very cold and her teeth were chattering because of the cold. On the bright side, she seemed to be a little sober. Lauren grabbed a towel and handed it to the Latina, turning to leave the bathroom, but she was stopped by the firm hand on her wrist.

"Wait..." Camila asked with her voice still a little groggy. The Latina swallowed hard the saliva in her mouth and took a deep breath. "Thank you, for... helping me. I know it's not your obligation, but I didn't know where to go."

Lauren lowered her head, counting to ten before turning around. Her green eyes met the Latina's brown ones, and the two of them stood there staring at each other in silence. Camila couldn't help but admire the brunette, she looked like an angel.

"You don't need to thank me, I'd do this for anyone else that got here in that same state." Lauren answered dryly and straightforwardly, and Camila pressed her lips together; she wasn't expecting a friendly Lauren, but she also didn't want this extremely rude Lauren, even though she knew she deserved that treatment.

"Ouch... that hurt." Camila released the brunette's wrist and straightened her posture. Lauren was trying to not look down since the Latina was there, standing in front of her, gloriously naked. "But I think I deserved that..."

"What do you want from me, Camila?" Lauren demanded, losing the little patience she had left, she was tired of the Latina's mood swings. "You show up at my house late at night, completely drunk, and you keep acting like this. I can't understand you, I'm not your fucking toy!" The brunette's voice came out a little louder than she wanted, but she wouldn't stand down, she had to make it clear that she wouldn't accept that anymore.

Camila flinched a little, she was surprised and even startled by Lauren's negative reactions when she was near her.

"I..." The Latina pressed her lips together and sighed, she had no excuses. As much as she still was a little altered, she knew very well where she wanted to go, she couldn't possibly pretend that she didn't know why she was there. Camila wanted to see Lauren, she needed it.

Maybe she was a masochist.

"You? You what? Come on, Camila, say it!" Lauren took a step towards the Latina, who took a step back in reflex. "Just say once and for all what we both know you came here to do."

Camila walked back slowly until her back hit the shower-box's glass door, and she swallowed hard. Lauren's gaze was leaving her intimidated, no other woman was able to do that to her. She held the towel in her hands and wrapped it around her body, which the brunette thanked inwardly. It was getting hard to think with the sight of that beautiful woman naked in front of her.

"I didn't come for any reason, I just came. Is that enough for you?"

Lauren was surprised, she didn't expect that kind of answer. She was used to Camila always so full of herself and acting like an ass, but lately she had been acting strange. Maybe it was a new kind of game to try to convince her to sleep with her.

"No, it will only be enough when you're thousands of miles away from me." Lauren's voice came out cold, and Camila felt as if the brunette had slapped her. Once again rejected by her.

Lauren stared at Camila for a few seconds, shook her head, and turned to leave the bathroom, but once again the Latina's hand stopped her from doing so.

"But what the f-" The brunette's voice died even before she could finish the sentence, the way she had turned around made her stay a few centimeters away from Camila's face.

Their breaths mingled, and Lauren swallowed the saliva in her mouth when her eyes fell to the Latina's fleshy lips.

"Don't go..." Camila whispered in an almost voiceless plea, and Lauren could only understand because her eyes were fixed on Camila's fleshy and inviting lips.

The brunette shook her head to get rid of those thoughts, removed the Latina's hand from her wrist, and took a step back. She needed to keep her distance or she wouldn't be able to resist.

The two of them went back to staring at each other. Camila had certain fear in her eyes, she was afraid that Lauren would yell at her again. Why am I acting like this?, the Latina wondered in thought. No other woman in this world had ever intimidated Camila, Lauren was the only one.

Lauren sighed softly through her parted lips, she felt her body heat up just by the sight of Camila wrapped in that white towel, knowing that nothing covered that wonderful body under the delicate piece.

No, Lauren, no!, the brunette tried to control herself and her thoughts.

Camila was so distracted that she forgot to hold the towel around her body, and it slid down her curves until it fell on the floor around her feet, and Lauren couldn't look away from the Latina's body, it was impossible not to desire her.

And that was why in an impulsive act, Lauren closed the space between the two of them, pressing the Latina's body against the shower-box's cold door. Camila gasped, due to both the cold surface and the brunette's warm body pressed against her own.

"Lauren..." Camila tried to speak, but her words were cut off by Lauren's lips colliding against hers.

The Latina's legs wobbled, the sensation of having the brunette's mouth on hers again was... simply inexplicable.

Lauren pushed her hips against Camila's, making her gasp amid the kiss. The brunette nibbled on the Latina's lower lip and sucked it, causing her to sigh/moan. Camila's mouth as well as beautiful was great to kiss; her soft, fleshy lips were perfect to bite and suck.

Lauren simply loved that.

Lauren grabbed the Latina's wrists, pinning her hands against the glass door. Their kiss was desperate, it wasn't just desire being satiated; they were satiating the longing they felt for each other, even though they didn't admit it. Lauren lowered her right hand to the Latina's waist and squeezed her flesh hard, and Camila broke the kiss, throwing her head back and moaning the brunette's name. She felt pleasure in the pain caused by Lauren's grip on her hips.

"Oh!" Camila moaned in surprise when she felt the spank that Lauren had given her on the side of her buttock, and the brunette smiled, delighted to hear that sound.

Lauren repeated the act, making Camila moan again, but now in pleasure.

"Did you know that I've always wanted to do that?" Lauren commented as she stroked Camila's buttocks, squeezing them hard, and the Latina bit her lower lip to suppress her moan of pleasure. "Your ass is so soft, I just want to squeeze it all the time."

"What..." Camila let out confused when she felt Lauren's hands leave her body, more precisely her ass. She opened her eyes and looked at the brunette, who had a mischievous naughty grin on her face. "Lauren, you- Oh!"

The Latina was startled when her body was turned violently against the glass door, now having her breasts pressed against the cold surface. Camila gasped when she felt the brunette press her body against hers, it was the perfect combination. Lauren stroked the Latina's thighs up to her breasts, then moving her hands back down and squeezing her waist, to then move them to her back until reaching her big ass again.

Lauren was acting as her instinct dictated; ever since she'd had her experience with the redhead at Chris' house – Lindsey, she'd never forget that name and how amazing that night was – she felt like dominating Camila at least once. She could deny it, but she kept imagining for days what it would be like to have the Latina at her mercy.

"Your ass is definitely a delight." Lauren whispered close to Camila's ear as she massaged the Latina's buttocks. "I want to taste you, I just need..." She murmured as she knelt behind the Latina, pushing her legs apart.

Camila bit her lower lip hard, unconsciously pushing her ass towards Lauren. The Latina gasped, feeling the brunette's hands caressing her ass before she spanked both of her buttocks. Lauren smiled, looking up before spanking the Latina again. She gripped Camila's ass, spreading her buttocks enough to be able to see her pussy, and then she lost control, she leaned forward and generously licked up and down.

"Fuck..." Camila cussed, her legs trembling. She moved her hips, rubbing herself on Lauren's face. "Just like that, fuck... Don't stop... Right there..."

Lauren circled her tongue over Camila's clit, then moving closer to reach the most sensitive parts of the Latina's pussy. She was delighting herself, burying her lips and tongue, slightly wetting her face with the plentiful liquid that trickled down Camila's pussy. The Latina pressed her hands against the glass door to support herself, rocking her hips wantonly against Lauren's face, chasing her orgasm.

"Why do you have to be so hot?" Lauren asked as she pulled her head back, making a pop sound resonate in that bathroom that was filled with moans and sucking sounds. The brunette got up, spreading Camila's legs further apart and bringing her right hand to the woman's pussy, touching it slowly. "I've wanted to do this for a long time." She whispered in Camila's ear, entering her with two fingers slowly until she was knuckles deep.

Lauren used her free hand to grip the Latina's long hair, turning her face to the side and pressing it against the glass door. The brunette started moving her fingers, penetrating her quickly and smiling as the Latina opened her mouth to let out intense moans.

"I'm gonna cum..."

And a sequence of moans mingled with random words began to escape from Camila's mouth, her body trembling as the orgasm took over. Lauren didn't stop thrusting her fingers, tightening the grip on her hair even more. The constant rhythm of her wrist made the Latina cum hard, leaving her entranced. A smile of satisfaction appeared on Camila's lips, but she couldn't let that chance slip through her fingers.

Lauren stepped away from Camila, bringing the fingers that were inside the Latina up to her own mouth, sucking them with want. Camila turned around, almost having another orgasm at the sight of Lauren cleaning the remnants of her cum off her fingers. The Latina stepped closer to the brunette, holding her by the waist.

"I think you better go." Lauren said, and Camila froze; her hands still on Lauren's waist and her eyes wide in surprise and disbelief. "I... Just go, Camila."

Lauren moved away from Camila, leaving the bathroom very quickly. The brunette was stunned, she had promised herself that she'd never have anything with the Latina again, and she ended up not resisting. Dumb, that was what she thought of herself. She should avoid her and not fuck her in the bathroom of her apartment.

"Lauren!" Camila got out of the bathroom, flustered; she had put on her clothes clumsily, wetting them a little since her body was still damp with both water and sweat. "Are you serious?"

Lauren didn't answer immediately, walking to the front door and opening it, standing beside it. Camila swallowed hard, she couldn't believe what was happening.

"Go..." It sounded like an order, but it was more of a request. Lauren just wanted to be as far away as possible from the Latina, she wanted to think and exorcise her from herself.

Camila gritted her teeth, but instead of showing that she was hurt, she just lifted her chin and walked towards the exit.

Before leaving, she just stopped and said:

"Who's the toy now?"

And she left, leaving a stunned Lauren behind. The brunette closed the door, feeling worse than ever. Trying to do everything right, she seemed to be doing everything wrong. Camila's words hit her very hard, Lauren had just acted like the Latina, and in a worse way. She leaned against the door, closing her eyes and lifting her head up. When she lowered it and sighed, she was startled.

"What just happened here?"

Lauren swallowed the saliva in her mouth, staring at Ryan without knowing what to say.

That definitely shouldn't have happened.