Here it is at last! My loyal and totally awesome readers, I present to you, Lauren's Revenge, Part 1. Due to my over-active imagination, this chapter will be presented in two parts. A shout out to azebra117 for giving me a great idea to elaborate on, thank you so much! As always, read and review. Hugs and butterfly kisses, ravenclawdancer 4999.
"What to do, what to do..." Lauren thought impatiently, tapping her fingers on the table restlessly. Her brown eyes flicked over to Jaime Lyn, who was listening intently to Julia and Clark explain certain arrangements being made for Darren's guest appearance. For the past thirty minutes, the petite girl had been racking her brain to plot her revenge, but she hadn't come up with anything even worth mentioning.
"Damn you Jaime, how am I supposed to one-up you now?" she nearly shouted in frustration, "I don't care if we're 'even,' I refuse to let you get the better of me!" Just when it seemed she was about to give up, a small light bulb went off in Lauren's head.
"THAT'S IT!" she shouted, causing Jaime, Meredith, Holden, Joey, and surprisingly, Jim, to jump three feet in the air in surprise.
"What is it now, Lo?" Walker asked, interested to know what caused the sudden outburst.
"Veritaserum is just code for vodka!," Lauren lied quickly, faking giddiness at her discovery, "Think about it; they're both clear, odorless liquids that make people tell the truth! It all makes sense to me now."
"Bloody hell," Joey commented with fascination, "You're right Drahco Milloy..."
While everyone else seemed transfixed on the sudden idea, Julia and Clark were rather annoyed.
"Have you been listening to a word Clark and I have said this entire time?" Julia groaned exasperatedly.
"Nope, not really," Lauren answered cheekily.
"What do you expect to do when Darren gets here?" Clark responded in an no-nonsense tone.
"I'll figure something out," she shrugged. The gears in her head continued to turn as a plan pieced itself together, bit by bit.
"Yes, I do believe Miss Beatty will regret ever trying to mess with Lauren Lopez. She'll have to learn the hard way that if you play with fire, you're going to get burned..." the girl mused, an evil grin spreading across her face.
Later that day, Lauren approached Julia, who was working on her laptop as usual.
"Jules, have I told you lately just how much I admire and adore you?" the petite girl singsonged.
"What do you want, Lopez?" Julia sighed, not bothering to even look up from her work.
"What makes you think that I want something?" Lauren pouted, "What if I just wanted to tell my bestest friend in the entire world how much I love her?" Julia raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced by the excuse. "Fine, I want you to help me get revenge on Jaime, preferably tomorrow."
"What makes you think I'm going to drop everything and help you with a prank?"
"So, that's a no?"
"Mm-hm."
"Not interested?"
"Nope."
"Okay then."
"Not even a little bit interested."
"Alright."
"I'm not going to help you, no matter how much you beg me."
"I understand."
"...You know I'm going, don't you?"
"Yup."
"I hate you."
"I know."
The next day, due to lack of shows, the Starkids were lounging around in their tour buses and getting absolutely nothing done. Around noon, Meredith, Megan, and Charlene went to play Beatles Rock Band with the guys. Even though Charlene always kicked everyone's ass on the guitar, they still seemed to have a good time singing as loudly as they possible could.
Lauren eventually sauntered over to Jaime and plopped down on the sofa next to her.
"I'm bored," she said lightly, keeping her tone even, "Let's go somewhere, I know a great place downtown...Jules?"
"I'm game," Julia replied, shutting her book, "You coming Jaime?"
"I guess I don't have much of a choice, do I?" Jaime smiled, her blue eyes twinkling playfully, "As long as I get to drive the rental car, I'll come." When her back was turned, Lauren gave Julia a quick wink and a devilish smile.
Half an hour later, the three girls navigated through downtown LA , which was no small feat, and found the small cafe Lauren had talked about. After a pleasant lunch, she loudly proclaimed a need to use the bathroom and marched straight to the back of the restaurant. She returned within a few minutes, giggling in a very immature way.
"What is it, Lo?" Jaime questioned curiously.
"Someone wrote, dirty things inside the stalls..." she snickered, "Go see for yourselves."
"I'll pass," Julia rolled her eyes, "I'd bet five bucks we've heard all of those from the guys or said them ourselves at some point."
"Guess I'll have to verify for you then," Jaime smirked, standing up from the table, "I have to go to the restroom anyways, be back in a minute."
The minute she disappeared, Lauren's innocent smile twisted into a maniacal grin. She thrust her hand into Jaime's now abandoned purse and began to paw around in its depths.
"There weren't any dirty things in the stall, were there?" Julia sighed as she looked on.
"They don't call me an actress for nothing," Lauren winked, extracting two objects and slipping them into her back pocket. She pulled a scrap of paper from her purse and tossed it onto the table before grabbing Julia and dragging her out the door. "Now let's get out of here before she gets back!"
"You're terrible," Julia shook her head. She sincerely hoped Jaime could find a way out of this one.
Not a minute later, Jaime emerged from the back of the cafe. When she returned to the table, Julia and Lauren were nowhere to be found. Frowning slightly, she picked up the slip of paper on the table. Her eyes read over the few words scribbled in familiar handwriting.
"Sorry to eat and run Jaime, but there's places to go, people to see! Moral of the story? Never, ever, try to cross me. Kisses, Lauren. Oh, PS, I stole your phone and the keys, so good luck trying to follow us."
Jaime's heart began to beat faster as she urgently fished through her purse. Just as Lauren promised, both the keys and her phone had disappeared; the girl started to panic. She was stuck in downtown Los Angeles with no car, no cell phone, and absolutely no idea where to go. She was stranded.