Charlotte Flair was obviously the most popular student at Stamford High. Every girl envied to be her and every guy wished he could figure out how he could date her. For the last year and a half, the only student that was worthy of calling Charlotte his girlfriend was the equally popular Zack Ryder. The two pretty much originally got together simply because they were the two at the top of the social ladder. Zack went all out to make sure Charlotte was happy, but she wasn't. Not because of anything he did, but because Charlotte wasn't sure if he was someone she should be with.
Charlotte, lying on her back with her massive breasts heaving with every deep breath she took, stared hazily at the ceiling as her brain numbing climax subsided. Instead of being pinned to the bed by her boyfriend's hips, Charlotte's fingers were entangled in a head of purple hair.
"Was that ok?" Sasha Banks sat back on her feet, smiling proudly to herself at the state of exhaustion Charlotte was in. She tugged Charlotte's tee back over her white satin bra after having it pulled over her chest during their alone time.
Charlotte nodded her head. "Great... It was great, Sasha," her voice delivered in a low, hushed tone from yelling a few moments beforehand. "You always know what to do. Good thing your parents had to work late, huh?"
Sasha propped herself on her elbow beside Charlotte. The tall blonde brushed her hair back behind her head and tied it into a loose ponytail. She sat up, looking for her jeans that Sasha had thrown somewhere in the room.
"Where's Zack tonight?" Sasha asked out of spite to herself. Charlotte was drop dead gorgeous and thankfully secretly attracted to women, but Sasha still would've liked to see Charlotte at least break up with her boyfriend so their hook ups didn't seem so taboo from a social sense.
"Cross country awards banquet," Charlotte confirmed. "He won't be back until ten or so. Why, what'd you have in mind?"
Sasha giggled sheepishly. "Well, you could go down on me..." Her voice trailed off when she realized Charlotte's lips produced a frown instead of her cheery smile. Sasha quickly attempted to save the conversation. "That was just a joke, Char. I just didn't know when you had to get back."
"How's Renee?" Charlotte asked, abruptly changing the subject while she redressed the lower half of her body.
Sasha stared at her hands folded in front of her. "We had another fight. I got mad because she pushed me away when I tried to hug her during lunch. She's so weird when we're in public, but with the two of us she's a different person. I dunno, I don't like it."
Charlotte chuckled. "Sounds like she's a kind of a bitch. You should break up with her."
"You should break up with Zack," Sasha blurted out.
Charlotte sighed. "Sasha-"
"I don't mean 'and be with me' because I know you're still confused... Somehow," Sasha rolled her eyes as she said that last word.
"It might just be a phase," Charlotte shrugged.
Sasha chuckled dryly. "Yeah, I thought the same thing when I watched you change during a sleepover in eighth grade. Now, I'm starting to think it's permanent."
Charlotte really truly felt bad about leaving Sasha out in the cold. They were the best of friends throughout middle school. Then, at almost exactly the same time, Sasha came out and Charlotte hit a growth spurt. With all the attention on the tall blonde with large breasts, the status quo just sort of pushed the two apart. Sasha was ridiculed and Charlotte was worshiped. They still found time to hang out, but ever since Sasha admitted her feelings and the two shared a kiss, things went from bad to worse.
Sasha shook her head. "Whatever, the people at school worship you in public but at least I get to worship you in my bedroom, right?"
Charlotte began to form a response, but her voice died when her phone started ringing. "It's Zack," she said, sliding her thumb to unlock her screen. "Hey, babe, how's the banquet?" Charlotte took note of Sasha physically cringing at Charlotte's pet name for her boyfriend. "Uh, I'm at Lexi's... Why, do you wanna come over? Ok, I'll meet you at home." Charlotte hung up her phone. She sighed. "Zack said-"
"Just go," Sasha said with a gradual head shake, refusing to return Charlotte's gaze.
Charlotte set her hand on the back of Sasha's head and pulled her in for a kiss. The usual surge of arousal that would fly to Charlotte's loins was replaced with a cold sense of guilt and regret. She broke the kiss, then leaned her forehead against Sasha's.
"I love you," Charlotte whispered. "I'm so sorry."
"Love you too," Sasha replied, still unable to bring herself to look at Charlotte.
Charlotte hopped to her feet and buttoned her jeans. She wanted to say more to her lover, but Charlotte also knew there was nothing she could do to make Sasha feel better that wasn't breaking up with Zack and being with her. Instead, Charlotte got in her car and drove off to the wealthier side of the city.
Being out past nine on a Tuesday night gave Paige a little twinge of rebellion in her gut. Of course, school was out for the rest of the week until Friday, so it's not like she really needed to be home early. Still, Tuesday night sitting in a diner waiting for her order of nachos and mozzarella sticks made Paige feel like a normal teen for once.
The waitress, a young Hispanic woman named Zelina, who Dean mentioned was a freshman, returned to the trio's table with their order of appitizers.
"There you guys go," Zelina said with a cheery grin. "Nachos and mozzarella sticks. Dean, your buffalo wings will be out in a sec. Can I get you guys anything else?"
"Corona with a slice of lemon?" AJ requested.
Zelina rolled her eyes, but her grin stayed. "AJ, you know I'll get fired if I give you beer again. You know I would love to."
"Isn't this your family's place?" Dean asked.
Zelina nodded. "Yes, but still. I'll get you guys some more sodas."
An hour before, AJ woke both Dean and Paige up from their naps to complain about how hungry she was. After some discussion, Dean and AJ agreed to introduce Paige to Stamford's best locally owned diner: Casa De Vega's. Vega's was owned and operated by the Vega family. Zelina, her mom and step-dad ran the eatery. AJ mentioned working there for a few months, but she was let go after she threatened a customer with a broken beer bottle. Vega's remained a favorite hang out spot for some of the local youth. Tonight was no different. Besides Dean, AJ and Paige, several of their classmates sat around the classic style diner.
AJ's head popped up when the bell above the door dinged. "Uh oh, Blonde Squad incoming."
Dean looked up from his phone while Paige peaked over her shoulder. Charlotte, Dana, Lacey, Alexa and Mandy, all wearing matching pink skirts and white jackets, filed into the establishment and filled a table. A boy was with them, who Paige recognized as Zack Ryder from her class taught by Miss James.
"Why's Zack with the blondes?" Paige asked.
"He's Charlotte's boyfriend," Dean clarified. "Started going out... Freshman year? They stay together just 'cuz they're the king and queen shit of Stamford High."
"I thought I was?" AJ tilted her head to one side and asked.
"You're my queen, baby doll," Dean reassured with a grin and a quick peck to AJ's lips.
Mandy, like she usually did whenever she saw Paige now, waved to her with a smile.
"Dude, Mandy really likes you," AJ pointed out to Paige. "Like, she thinks she's too good for anyone. She looks at you like I look at Dean's thingy."
Dean gave his girlfriend a curious look then leaned over in his side of the booth to see just what that look was.
The door bell dinged again. Sasha Banks shuffled in with her head hung a little low. She made eye contact with Charlotte for a brief moment, then hurried to the counter and took a seat on one of the bar stools.
"So, what's your brother's deal?" AJ asked Paige. "Dude was giving me heavy stink eye when we came downstairs. Did he think we were all fuckin' or something?"
Paige shook her head. "No, he's super protective of me after mum and dad... Died. He texts me a million times a day to make sure I'm taking my meds and remembering when I have a therapy session. I know he's trying to get better, but..."
"Better?" Dean questioned.
Paige struggled to respond to that. There was a secret about her brother that she wasn't sure she could tell Dean and AJ. They were good people and had a lot of baggage of their own, but what Zak had done overshadowed everything and anything Paige's two new friends could do.
Paige took a deep breath to try and talk, but Zelina returned with Dean's basket of chicken wings.
"Spicy buffalo, side of blue cheese and your refills" Zelina announced with her glimmering smile. "Let me know if you guys need anything else. Enjoy."
Dean waited for Zelina to walk out of earshot, then turned to Paige. "You don't gotta tell us about your personal shit. AJ just wants us to be more open with people."
"It's therapeutic," AJ nodded with a mouthful of melted cheese and marinara sauce. "People understand why I giggle for no reason when they find out my brain doesn't work normally."
Paige switched topics. "So, Mike and Maria..."
The door bell dinged again. Dean's face lit up and he jumped from his seat. "Ey, John, what's up, man?"
Paige turned around in her seat to witness Dean hug a uniformed policeman. Behind the officer was another cop, possibly his partner, but she was a woman.
Dean returned to the table with the policemen behind him. "Guys, this is my sorta-not-really Uncle, John Cena," Dean gestured at AJ. "John, you know AJ?"
"Of course I do," Cena replied in a tone of voice Paige felt like didn't match his tall, muscular build. It seemed too friendly and outgoing. "AJ, good to see you again. Keeping Dean out of trouble?"
AJ giggled. "I try my best, John."
Cena turned his attention to Paige. "And to whom do I owe the privilege?"
"Paige Knight," Paige said, setting her hand in Cena's giant paw and shaking hands with him. "I'm new to Stamford."
"Well, welcome to the best town on God's green earth," Cena gestured at the woman standing behind him. "This is Officer Ronda Rousey. New to the force and still doesn't know when it's ok to relax a little."
Rousey narrowed her eyes in Cena's direction, then she shook her head and addressed the teens. "Good evening. I imagine you're all behaving."
"Wow, you just scream 'I love pussy'," AJ commented, staring adoringly at Officer Rousey.
Rousey began a response, and an angry one from the look on her face, but Cena stepped in to simmer the situation.
"Anything new with the crew?" Cena asked.
"Yeah," Dean leaned close to his relative. "Mike and Maria, got any idea who did it?"
Cena shrugged. "Homicide is telling us it was a bear."
"Bullshit," Dean chuckled.
Cena shook his head. "No bull. They were found pretty deep in the woods. It was either a bear or a wood chipper."
"Yikes," AJ breathed, eyes wide with shock.
Rousey stepped in. "We really shouldn't be conducting police business with children, Officer Cena."
"John's family," Dean shot back.
"No, she's right," Cena agreed with his partner. "I shouldn't be talking about it. We'll leave you guys alone. Rousey hasn't had this place yet, so I'm about to blow her mind."
With that, Cena and Rousey headed for the counter and took their seats a few spots down from Sasha.
"He's your uncle?" Paige asked Dean.
"Friend of my dad's," Dean said. "They went to college together. He was the best man at my dad's wedding, then my old man got himself sent to jail and my mom went crazy."
Paige chuckled dryly. "Sounds like your shit is a lot worse than mine."
Dean shrugged. "We're all going through our own battles. My shit doesn't make yours any less important."
Paige nodded, taking note of that statement. She decided to start eating since once realizing AJ was almost through with the nachos and mozzarella sticks.
Paige intended to make a quick trip to the women's room before leaving the diner. She didn't plan on having a small panic attack during the break. Luckily, it was quick and she didn't need the assistance of her fuzzy sidekick.
Paige slid her jeans back up her legs and re-buttoned them. As she stood, the bathroom door opened and the sound of sneakers lightly tapping against the linoleum could be heard. No more than two seconds later, the door opened again and another pair of footsteps entered the room.
"How are you doing?"
"Wow, I didn't think you were going to talk to me tonight. Your plastic besties let you out of their sight for more than a second?"
"Sash-"
"It's whatever, Char. I'll learn to deal with it someday."
"Charlotte and Sasha?" Paige mouthed, furrowing her brow at the strange conversation she was overhearing. She didn't think they knew each other existed, let alone were apparently friends.
"Baby, you know I love you." Charlotte said.
Sasha sighed. "I know."
"So why don't we spend the rest of tonight together? You can come over and I'll tell Zack to screw off," there was a small pause before Charlotte continued. "We can sit in the jacuzzi like we used to. Remember last summer when we snuck a bottle of wine to the basement and made out in the hot tub?"
There was a soft giggle. Paige managed to peak her eye between the opening in the stall door. Much to her utter shock, Charlotte's hands were cupping Sasha's face, while Sasha's rested on Charlotte's hips, and the two softly kissed each other. This went on for quite some time, until Sasha broke away.
"That sound like a good idea?" Charlotte asked.
Sasha nodded. "Yeah," her tone of voice said otherwise about her eagerness. "Sounds like fun."
Charlotte gave Sasha one more peck and headed for the door. Paige decided waiting until Sasha left was the best way to get out of here without Sasha knowing she heard her entire conversation.
"What the hell? Who the fuck are you?" Sasha abruptly said.
Paige froze, thinking she'd been caught. Then she noticed a reflection of someone standing beside Sasha.
"Dude, fuck off, this is the girl's room... Wait, what the fuck!?"
Sasha suddenly screamed at the top of her lungs. Paige felt someone run past her stall, then the sound of the window on the far end of the room sliding open. Paige burst from her stall. Immediately, Paige's stomach dropped. Sasha was sitting on the floor, staring frantically around the room from behind her thick rimmed glasses, clutching at a massive gash on her arm.