Why (Lauren/You)

Your POV

I started blinking rapidly, tears beginning to form in my eyes the longer I stood there.

"Y/n?" Lauren said as she quickly scooted over to put some space between her and whoever the fuck that guy was. "Hey, I didn't know you were coming back so soon."

"Actually, I was just coming to grab something," I lied, pretending to look for something to keep her from seeing my teary eyes.

"Ty, stop," Lauren said, slapping his hand when he went to reach for her.

"Seriously?" He asked as Lauren stood up and walked over to me.

"What are you looking for?" She asked.

"Uh, I got it," I told her, picking up a bottle of water and turning to walk out.

"Hey, wait," she said, spinning me back towards her and scanning my face.

"You need something?" I asked, taking a step back and allowing her arms to drop back to her sides.

Her eyes filled with hurt when I did that, but I didn't fucking care right now.

I came in here to tell her how I felt about her and found her making out with some guy I've never seen before.

I was the one hurting right now.

"Uhh... no," she answered, rubbing her palms against her jeans. "No, I don't need anything."

"Okay," I said, looking at the guy one last time and taking note of the annoyed look on his face before I walked out.

I shut the door behind me and practically sprinted to the nearest bathroom, which happened to be for performers.

Tears were coming faster than I could stop them and I didn't want to make a complete fool out of myself right now.

My stomach was turning in a horrible way and the closer I got the more I felt like I was going to puke.

I rushed into the bathroom, stumbling into a stall and emptying the contents of my stomach into the toilet. Thank God my hair was in braids or else it would've been all over it.

I grabbed some toilet paper and wiped my face as I slid down the wall of the stall and brought my knees up to my chest.

My head was pounding and I felt like i was suffocating in the tiny bathroom stall.

I was having a panic attack.

My breathing continued to get heavier and heavier as I heard the main door of the bathroom swing open and two voices filled the room.

The voices quickly stopped when I assumed they heard my heavy breathing. I felt as though the room was spinning at fifty miles per hour and I closed my eyes as tight as I could when I heard a very light knock on my bathroom stall.

"Excuse me? Are you okay?" I heard the girl ask as everything became more and more blurry.

I saw the door of the stall creek open slightly as my eyes rolled back.

"Oh my God," the girl said. "Mami, come help."

I couldn't see anything but blurry blobs as the door swung open and the two people began to help me.

The last thing I remember being the girls hand coming up to cup my cheek before everything turned black.