Lauren Jauregui Imagines

The Jacket: Part 1

Prompt: Your the head bitch in charge- the HBIC for the older kids at school. It's senior year and you're thanking God you maintained near perfect grades throughout your years of school. There is only one thing you want most; Lauren Jauregui- the head cheerleader.

It was a chilled day in Mr. Gontrales class. The school had finally gotten the air on during the last few weeks of summer while we were in school, and although we were no longer complaining about the heat, we were now complaining about the cold.

Times like today was why I was thankful that I had a letterman jacket, props of being on the football team. We had a game today, and anyone who was involved in football had to be in uniform. Unfortunately for the cheerleaders, they had to wear their tight little uniforms today, and the air took no pity on them.

“Would you mind turning the air down Mr. G?" The 6'1 light-skinned looked up from his literature book, pushing his glasses along his perfectly sculpted nose. God if I wasn't gay.

“Sorry Madison, the school controls the air. I know it's cold so bare with be okay? I'll tell you what, if the football players give up their Letterman's, I'll pass you for the rest of the semester". The majority of the team looked at each other, sharing knowing glances as they stripped the comfortable jackets off, giving them to the grateful cheerleaders.

As my gaze wandered the room, my eyes fell upon a cheerleader who hadn't received a jacket; Lauren Jauregui.

The green eyed goddess was shivering in her seat, her ponytail swaying from side to side as her body shook. I watched as her delectable thighs trembled and smirked as her gaze met mine.

“Can I borrow your jacket? You're the only one still wearing one". I faked hurt and placed my hand over my heart, grinning as she rolled her eyes.

“So if I wasn't the only one, you'd choose someone else? Ouch babe. Well you're lucky I'm in a good mood. Here". She hastily took the jacket from me and put it on, not caring that it nearly covered her whole body.

As class continued on, my wandering eyes fell upon Lauren again, who was tracing my number and name on the side of the right chest. My mind pondered why she was so interested until I realized that my jacket wasn't just like any regular jacket.

My jacket had been custom made when I was in my sophomore year, a special thanks for leading the team to victory in the state championship. It dawned on me that I'd never let anyone wear my jacket, not even my girl- well ex girlfriend Lacy.

“Oh my God look. Jauregui got the jacket". My eyes left Lauren who was still adorably tracing the emblems on my jacket to Lacy and her friend Samantha, who always kept drama up wherever she went.

“I know! I was with her for two years and she barely let me touch it. She must wanna fuck that slut". The whole class erupted into a fit of laughter except for Mr. G, Lauren and I. Lacy gave me her best fake innocent eyes as Lauren bowed her head in embarrassment and let go of the jacket, reluctantly taking it off.

“Here, I shouldn't have asked". I rejected the jacket and put it back around her shoulders, ignoring the surprised looks from everyone in the class.

“No", I said sternly glaring at Lacy before diverting my attention back to a very confused Lauren.

“I want you to wear it. No one else". I eagerly rushed out of the the classroom as the bell rang and sped into the lunch room, getting my weakly Friday lunch; a small salad and water. It wasn't much, but enough not to make coach mad.

“Hey Y/N, I heard you gave Lauren your jacket. Why? You know she won't put out". I groaned as I had barely touched my salad and looked up at one of the boys I was teammates with.

“I don't care Toby, now fuck off until the game starts". He sighed and ran his fingers through his dirty blonde hair.

“Hey, didn't mean to upset you alright? Perk up, we got some serious ass to kick tonight". I chuckled fist bumped him as he walked away.

“Hey, can I talk to you?" I looked up from my phone, ready to curse out whoever it was until I was struck with those amazing green eyes; Lauren.

“Uh sure yeah. Take a seat". My backpack made a soft thud as it hit the concrete ground and I watched intently as Lauren cuddled up into my jacket.

“Why'd you give me your jacket? Out of all the people you could've given it to, why me?"

I pondered Lauren's question for a split second before grabbing my bag and her hand, eagerly walking towards the rooftop.

“Kiss me". Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I stepped towards her, closing the gap between our lips.

“W-wait. T-this isn't answering my question". I chuckled and kissed her more passionately, my tongue dancing across her bottom lip as I begged for entrance.

“Open your mouth". She shook her head head, and I relented as I pulled her back close to me.

“I gave you my jacket because you're the only one I trusted enough to give it to. I didn't want just anyone wearing. So that means you aren't just anyone". She gasped and braced her hands on my shoulders as I reconnected our lips, kissing me back this time.

I groaned as her soft plump lips moved skillfully against mine and lowered my hands to the dimple in her back, pulling away in confusion as she moved my hands.

“I'm sure you've heard the rumors. I'm not putting out just because you gave me your jacket". I groaned as she threw my jacket back at me and ran back up to her, stopping her dead in her tracks.

“Wait a minute, I didn't say I wanted to fuck you. We were kissing. Maybe I should've just left my hands where they were, but you can't just me based on everyone else's opinion. I haven't judged you. I know you got pregnant in 10th grade and had to give the baby up, but I don't care. I was trying to give you the benefit of the doubt, but I see you won't return the favor huh?" I stormed off before she could respond and walked back into the school building.

Maybe I was wrong, maybe she wasn't the right girl.