Chapter 1
Note: set straight after resilience camp episode.
Beep beep beep beep beep.
Nikki groaned. She'd only just got to sleep, it seemed, and she was being woken up for another irksome day at that bloody school. How she couldn't wait to try and teach the likes of Barry Barry something as tedious as creative writing. As long as he didn't end up getting high off magic mushrooms, it was an improvement she supposed.
She swung her lean arm around, hitting the wooden chest of draws until she located the alarm clock and weakly hit the alarm clock, finally silencing it.
She'd been awoken from her favourite dream; the sassy benefactress still fuelled all her voluptuous thoughts. Even after a year, she knew she still wasn't over her and if she'd admit it, knew deep down that she never would be. Even the mention of her name made her stomach tie up in nots.
Her thoughts turned to the hoodie, which still hung on the back of the chair beside her windowsill. Some nights she'd wear it when Vix wasn't there and just fantasise about what could have been if it wasn't doomed 'ancient history' from the very start. She knew she was lucky though. She was one of the very, very few people to know the real Lorraine. She longed to admire her with her gorgeous hair tied up in a loose, messy bun with nothing on but her underwear and that grey hoodie which showed off her shapely legs perfectly.
Perfect. She knew Lorraine wasn't perfect, far from it, she'd always refused to get that brainwashed in life. After all, it was the blonde who first messed up their relationship. If you could call it that. Nikki knew Lorraine only 'couldn't do this' because she was absolutely petrified about the idea of her employees knowing about her private life. Lorraine was a very private person. Insecure some people might call her. But these imperfections we're what made Nikki fall in love with her more and more each day. Even now, she would smile at the thought of those moist, plump lips. Or her glowing skin, smooth and delicate. Just like her personality.
She knew Lorraine's deepest secret too; she was, still is, a virgin. That's why she adored her. She felt so elated that Lorraine had shared something so personal with her. They'd never actually had sex, contrary to Michael and Sonya's beliefs. They'd shared a bed just the once, when Nikki stayed at the benefactress's house the night before the big split. She wished she'd have listened to Lorraine now, when she literally laid her heart on the line for her, admitting that she didn't normally do relationships and that she'd never had a serious one before. Nikki knew she was terribly hurt but even she knew she was a heartless bitch to just walk away from Lo after that, even if it hurt to take her back. Lo. She thought again. The little nickname they had for each other; Nik and Lo. She'd fallen in love with these. Lorraine had accidentally called her Nik when she'd asked her to pass her a bottle of wine the first time Nikki had been to the blonde's house and it had just stuck. Nikki treasured this moment.
Squinting her eyes open, she glanced in the direction of the hoodie on the other side of her bed. But there was something, or someone blocking her way. Not Vix again, she'd told her many a time about sleeping at that side of the bed. Only to be snorted at and, well, just generally distracted.
What Nikki didn't yet know was that she was in for one hell of a day...