"I needed to get away. I had a situation in high school. Everyone thought I was the pretty athletic girl on campus. Boys went nuts for me, I was nice to them but not a bitch to boys back then, you know? I was a cheerleader with a boyfriend on the football team, going to the University of Alabama. I wasn't sure where I was going after high school. I knew I loved him," Lauren said.
"I think I know where this is going... can we get a refill?" Fancy said. Lauren downed it again. Fancy looked at her with sincerity.
"So I applied to the University of Alabama in high school. What the hell? I would stay close to home. My family all say 'Roll Tide.' I Stay with the man I love, but nope... one Friday night in the state playoffs, senior year, after we won a game... I caught him cheating with another cheerleader," Lauren said, reliving the memory. Jezebel was quietly in the background listening to the story again. Lauren almost reminded her of herself in some ways. Fancy was speechless. All she could say was:
"Damn."
"I know, right? And that's not even the half of it. After my boyfriend, it was bad. I was an attention whore for boys. Until someone called me out on it. It was senior year. She was in ROTC in my school. I was talking to some dude about my breakup when she said: 'Shut up. It's not over. It's one guy. More will come, trust me,'" Lauren said. "I looked at her. She was actually pretty. I did not think she was gay. That was the last thought in my head. But there was something about her that was attractive. She had long black hair, soft skin and lips that were so delicious." Lauren smiled, reminiscing. Soon she was crying. Her friend held her. "She had a rough-around-the-edges feel, but she was such a softie. We became friends. Eventually we kissed at a party. Some people heard, outing me. God, I was such a bitch to her."
"Why?" Fancy said, with more concern. She never saw her friend like this.
"I pushed her away. I was a cheerleader. She was a lesbian. Do you know where I'm from? They don't like that. It was like a forbidden romance, you know?" Lauren said, chuckling.
"Hell, I'm from Houston. I told you about my best friend. To be honest... I think she likes me," Fancy said, drinking another one.
"You know, you are kind of hot," Lauren said, biting her lip.
"You've told me that before," Fancy said. Every time the thought entered her head, it seemed so naughty. Lauren touched Fancy's rosy cheek and being the jokester she was, Fancy slowly realized that look was real. Fancy smiled. Her friend smiled back drunkenly. Fancy looked back at Jezebel and mouthed:
"I'll text you later."
