A/N A high school B&W AU story. I am not a fan of HS B&W fics but a good, close friend requested this and I am a slave to her whims. Myka is 15 going on 16. Helena is 16 going on 17. Mature theme, women loving each other. If this is not your cup of tea, then why the heck are you reading my stories?
"Come on Myks, you know I have a huge crush on the chick." Pete whined as he dragged Myka up the cold, metal bleachers, the man-child turning a few rounds until he found the perfect seats near the center of the field.
"And I should care because why?" Myka's eyes trained on the syllabus for her advanced English class as the roar of the crowd drowned out her words as the players made their way onto the field.
"Look, LOOK!" Pete shouted as he stood up, the blonde winger waving at him as the team made their way onto the field. "Damn, she looks so hot in her Navy Blues and Gold." Pete gushing as Myka rolled her eyes. Never in all her two years in high school had she ever gone to a sporting event. Ask her the school colors and you would receive a blank stare.
"Okay, fine Pete. What is so important … " her words fading as she watched the forward and captain of the team center her troops. Myka watching in awe as the raven haired leader rallied her troops for battle.
Their eyes meeting for a Nano second until the beauty turned back to her team, giving an animated huff as she grabbed Amanda's arm that had been waving at Pete.
"God, she is hot!" Pete gushed as he stuck his hands into his Navy blue fleece pockets, nudging Myka to sit down with him.
"Who?" Myka blurred out as she trained her eyes back to the papers. A mere second to glance down on the blonde winger Pete was going on about, only a second later her eyes drinking in the forward and captain of the team as she tied her raven locks into a tight, high ponytail.
'Was that a wink? Couldn't be,'
Myka flushed as she turned her next page, never daring to look up after that until Pete punched his elbow into her ribs. "What the hell …" Myka's words staling as she watched the older, black haired beauty high fiving her teammates as they ran back to the center of the field.
"MYKS, you saw that, right? Amanda passed the ball and that hot chick from England just squared through the uprights. Right?" Pete bouncing on his heels as the whistle blew for halftime.
"Nope," Myka lied; her eyes were transfixed on the raven beauty the whole first half, peeking over her dissertation as the match progressed.
"God, I wish their shirts were all white inside of blue and gold," Pete smirked as he started to bound the stairs to the sideline.
"Neanderthal," Myka whispered to herself. Then catching her breathed sigh, her to, in the darkest recesses of her mind wished for the tight shirts drenched in sweat, the thin white cotton allowing her privy to those firm breasts straining against them.
"I am such a pig," Myka blushed as she looked up, catching the team captain as she poured cold water over her head, the damn Navy blue hiding what she so wished to see. Her thoughts of wet T-shirts were cut short by a clearing of a throat.
"Never seen you at a match?" the crisp, clear Essex accent enveloping Myka's senses, reducing the smartest girl in school to a muted Blowfish, lips moving without a sound to be heard. "No worries, Love. See you at church," the English beauty winked. The loud whistle of the start of the last half of match made Myka jump just as she was rubbing at the back of her neck.
"Good luck," Myka whispering to the Athena god like figure that now was running to the center of the field.
"Hey Hey Hey!" the loud sound of Peter coupled with the large bend in the seat shook Myka out of her trance, well sort of, "Earth to Myka?" Pete was saying. Myka then punching Pete's arm for his rude interruption.
"I was going to let you thank me for dragging you to your first sporting event. Not like you ever come to my wrestling matches," his voice almost childlike as he rubbed his arm. "I just …" his voice trailing off as he turned away from Myka's glare.
"Pete," Myka started, sighing as she set her papers down, her fingers entwining with his. "I know Amanda means a lot to you and you are hoping for my blessing …" her hand raising up to silent the boy. "She is a treasure that is worth your discovery. Go, chase and conquer her." Myka then smiling as she kissed the back of their entwined fingers.
The two minute whistle blowing caused them both to jump, Pete never letting go of Myka's hand. "Come on," Pete was saying as he dragged them both down to the tunnel leading to the locker room. "Can't miss the march to the showers." Pete waggling his eyebrows as he pressed them both against the wall of the tunnel. "Just wave at her," Pete leaned in as the team started to enter the tunnel, Amanda stopping in front of the both of them.
"So this is my competition?" Amanda quirking an eyebrow as her grin widened.
"What? Oh, no no no!" Myka stuttered, "Pete is like the bother I never had and … ewe, wait, NOOO!" Myka fumbling over her words as Pete tightened his grip on her upper arm. Amanda let loose with a hearty laugh, then wiping the tears away from her eyes.
"You are everything and then more from what Pete said about you Myka. So glad to finally meet you," Amanda started to extend her hand, stopping mid thrust when she spotted the dark stains on her hand.
"Sorry, hazards of the sport," that crisp, clear, intoxicating accent now filling the tunnel. "Go on 'Manda, kiss your bloke," Helena's eyes transfixed on the tall, curly headed girl in front of her, completely ignoring her winger and her boyfriend.
"Shut it you damn Brit," Amanda saying out of the side of her mouth. "Shower first, pizza later?" Amanda then kissing Pete's cheek before she made her way down the tunnel.
"Would not miss it for the world!" Pete was saying, both girls trying to hide the blushes forcing their ways out.
"Wild things could not keep me away," Pete shouted. Both women then giggling at the words. "What?" Pete asked as he spun back around to face them.
"Horses, Pete." Myka grinning as she needed to release eye contact from the soiled captain that stood a mere foot from her.
"As wise words from the Stones," Helena whispered, her head down, then her eyes looking up at the sophomores response.
"The Stones, Pete," Myka said, giving a faint smile to the captain. "You know, THE Rolling Stones … Wild horses couldn't drag me away?"
"Helena," the young girl responded as she offered up her soiled hand to the curly haired girl. "Peter is it?" she asked. "As your beautiful companion just offered up, it is indeed a quote to a song from my fellow countrymen."
"Beautiful?" Myka blushing as she whispered that word.
Helena's blush was matched by Myka's, watching the young girl shift nervously on her heels as she tucked a loose curl behind her ear.
"Yo, Wells, coming or what?" Amanda's voice echoing down the hall as she poked her head out of the team locker room.
"Cool your jets forward, be there in a jiff," Helena yelled over her shoulder, turning her attention to the lanky figure walking away. "Bering, you up for pizza?" that voice causing Myka to stop dead in her tracks, the squeak from her Keds high tops stopping Pete.
"Laughing boy, make sure to bring your sidekick for pizza," Helena winking to Myka as she rounded the door to the locker room as the two friends stood in shock for what felt like an eternity
"Did the captain of the Rugby team just ask me out?" Myka standing stock still until the harsh slap on her back.
"You like her, you want to hug her, you want kiss her …" Pete was sing songing until Myka back-handed against his head.
"Shut up, Pete. I'm not gay." Myka huffed as she marched out of the hallway.
"I'd be gay in a heartbeat if HG winked me," Pete was grinning as he ran up beside his best friend, bumping his shoulder into hers.
"Pete, it's bad enough that the whole school sees me as a nerd, that my mom is vice-principal. The last thing I need is another tag on my back," her words fading as she stared at the floor.
"I would kick Ralph Bronski's ass again if he ever said anything to you," Pete then wrapping his arm around Myka's shoulder, hugging her close as they walked out to the school parking lot.
"I am the senior, you my Padawan." Pete grinning as he clicked the lock to Myka's Jeep.
"Oh yes, so wise Yoda," Myka snarked as she climbed into the front seat. "Seeing as you have rounded what? First base with Amanda?" Myka grinned as she shifted, popping the clutch as they sped out of the school parking lot.
"Ouch, Myks, so not cool!" Pete clutching his heart as his other gripped at the window, "Hey, in one whole piece is how Amanda likes this sexy body. Slow down Mario," Pete grinned as they neared the parking lot of the local pizza joint.
"Besides, how many bases did you let Sam round before you kicked his cheating ass to the curb?" Pete gulping at the last of his words, knowing Sam was a sore point for Myka. His head jerking, almost hitting the dashboard as Myka slammed her jeep into park at the far end of the strip mall.
The pizza joint a few stores down.
Myka just glared as she slammed her door, marching down the parking lot.
"Hey, Myks, am sorry I even said that asses name." Pete huffing his words out as he raced to catch up to his best friend.
"Whatever, Pete. And how many dumb ass jokes will I have to endure if …" Myka turning dead in Pete's face, her finger raised as if a Samurai sword. "If I really do like Helena." Myka then crossing her arms as she stared him down. "How many lezzie jokes and 'hey, mind if I watch' cracks will I have to be subjected to if, IF … I even really do like her?" Myka cocking her head to the right as she watched Pete.
Both their heads turned as they heard the calls and hellos from the girls as they went into the pizza shop, Amanda stopping short of the door as HG leaned in, whispering something in her ear, both then grinning at the two as they made their into the shop.
Pete held the door for Myka, pushing her in the whole way as he then led them to the small table at the corner of the place. "Where is the rest of team?" Myka asked as she fluffed the napkin over her lap, not daring to look up.
"The others wanted burgers," Helena shrugging her shoulders as she followed a step behind Myka, fluffing her napkin and then placing it over her lap.
"So, the house special?" Amanda asked as the waiter set a pitcher of soda down on the table.
"Anything my mi amour," Pete putting on his worst Gomez Addams accent as he kissed up Amanda's arm.
"You do realize that you said 'my' twice?" Myka looking at Pete as she rolled her eyes.
"You speak French?" Myka snapping her head around to the captain of the Rugby team.
"Um, yeah?" a question more than an answer.
"I had to take French to meet my language requirement before graduation, bollocks of a time with it." Helena was saying as she stared at the menu. Then placing it down on the table. "My guidance counselor suggested finding a tutor to raise my GP average."
"Then Myks is your girl! She aced all those French classes." Pete beam. "Heck, if not for Myka, I would have been held back." Pete then choking on the garlic roll he had just shoved in his mouth, Myka having kicked his shin under the table.
"So, it is settled then, Myka here will tutor the cap." Amanda grinning as she whipped a bit of garlic and olive oil from the side of Pete's chin.
"What?" Amanda asked as she looked at the two sets of eyes blown wide. Myka was blushing a bright red as Helena fumbled with the edge of the menu.
"A starter?" the waiter asked as he took out his notepad.
Myka just sat back, her eyes flicking over the lit candle in the middle of the table, watching as Helena perused the menu.
"Antipasto?" Helena looking over the top of the menu, a smile spreading when met with sparkling green eyes.
"ITZ lik vod?" Pete already stuffing his mouth with garlic rolls.
"No, James Beard, it's a salad with meats and cheese, no pasta," Myka answered, her smile growing as she watched Helena sit back, placing the menu back down on the table.
Helena could not help herself, sitting back most of the meal, her face contorting as Pete shoved piece after piece of pizza into his mouth, her salvation was in the methodic way Myka picked at her meal, an almost regal air as she ate her meal.
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The Monday morning bell rang for first period, all rushing to class, but Helena chose to stay near her homeroom door, watching as Myka raced to advance American History. Maybe a little tutoring was needed to break through that harden shell of the curly head beauty. Dinner Friday was a fluke, but Helena would never admit to being distracted during the game every time curly hair bounced in the stands.
That was the first time she had ever seen the studiest girl at any sporting event and she knew she had to make a play that night. Myka was but a fleeting blur at school, never in one place long enough for Helena to speak, much alone to even try to ask the girl on a date.
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"Really Georgie? And how old is this waif?" Charles jeering his sister on at the dinner table that Sunday night.
"Shut it, you cow!" Helena in a muted shout to her brother, both was watching as Mum and Dad put away the rest of the dinner in the kitchen. "Is she at least of legal? Not that I would not mind a reprieve from your company if incarcerated for illegal and lewd acts with a minor," Charles grinned.
"You are a bastard of a gint!" Helena growled as she tossed a pudding at his head. "She is 15 going on 16 and I have just to turn 17 so put those slimy ideas in a box and bury them where the sun doesn't shine!" Charles laughing as he ducked the onslaught of Yorkshire buns tossed his way.
"Is this some gossip of the heart?" Helena's Mum asking as she started to pick the remaining dishes up at the Wells table. "No, Mum, just your insufferable, older male child goading his sister." Helena replied as she got up, helping to clear away the rest of the table.
"I could not but over hear something of age?" the elder Wells woman held her eyes fast to the task of cleaning the dishes, a sly glance to her youngest as she dried the dishes.
"Mum, I would never disgrace our family name. Myka and I are but two years apart," Helena clamping her lips at the slip of the girl's name. The silence was broken by small scraps of stuck pot roast on a dish here and there as they stood in silence.
"I had hope for a grandchild from within you," her mother's words stinging as she dried the plates, fighting back the well of tears pushing behind her eyes. "Though, since Charles is the oldest and modern science being what it is." The elder Wells setting down the plate with a soft clink. "There is that in vitro thingy and what not, I suppose." Helena keeping her tears at bay as she started to put up the dishes. Her mother coming behind her child, taking her in a tight embrace. "As long as you stay true to your heart, that she does not break your heart."
Helena turned into her Mum's warm embrace, sobbing softly against her mother's chest, the soft heart beats a warming balm to her heart's biggest fear, of her family disowning her because of her love for the same gender.
