Chapter 10With sweaty bodies surrounding her and sticky alcohol-soaked floors, Nicole is starting to think she spends more time in clubs than she does at her own job. Every few minutes somebody is bumping into her, and she may not have been there for too long but she knew that if she heard one more girl laugh obnoxiously loud in an attempt to impress some boy, she might just punch someone.
Rosita had dragged her on one of her nights out, though from the moment they arrived, she hadn't seen her. It was mainly Nicole's fault, she was trying desperately to avoid the shots Rosita was sure to pour down her throat at a moment's notice.
"I don't know about you, but someone should tell that boy to gag her and take her home before someone decides to throw her off that chair she's perched on."
Nicole turned round to face the women leaning on the bar nudging her head towards the girl hysterically laughing and playing with her hair in the corner of the room, demanding attention from the boy beside her. Nicole threw a glance that way, before her gaze fell back to the woman beside her.
She was gorgeous, that was undeniable. She had dark wavy hair, a seductively curvy figure and a smile that curled perfectly into a sexy smile. She knew she was more than pretty, and she clearly used that to her advantage, with an aura of confidence and an easiness that made Nicole feel like she'd always known her.
"That's exactly what I was thinking." Nicole stated, turning to look ahead of her, taking a swig of her beer, before her eyes fell back on the woman. "Nicole." She introduced, holding a hand out for the lady to shake.
"Abbie." The dark brunette replied, taking the offered hand readily, giving it a firm shake. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but this really doesn't seem to be your favourite place." The woman observed, her eyebrow shooting up in question. Nicole thought for a second on whether to be honest, or to lie so she didn't sound quite so pathetic.
"It's a great place, with the right company." She decided on, knowing it would charm the woman but also knowing she was being truthful, acknowledging the fact that she would enjoy herself much more if Waverly had been there.
"With all these girls around, how couldn't you enjoy yourself?" Abbie commented dryly, glancing around at the clear desperation everyone in the room had to hook up with each other. "Take her for instance.." The woman started, pointing in the direction of the dancefloor, Nicole followed her line of sight, only to have her own eyes bulge out of her head in surprise.
There stood Waverly, wearing a flowy black skirt and a tight black crop-top, the whole outfit showcasing just how much she worked out, she had a suggestive smirk on her face and she was fluttering her eyelashes coyly. Nicole diverted her eyes to the subject of Waverly's affections, only to find some boy that seemed far too keen, practically lapping up all the attention Waverly was throwing his way. Delicate fingers ran up and down his abdomen suggestively, causing the boy to fumble his weight from foot to foot nervously, talking a mile a minute in a clear effort to impress her.
For a moment Nicole figured Waverly wasn't aware of her presence, but then she looked up and made direct eye contact, causing Nicole to tilt her head slightly in question. Waverly seemed to ponder over some kind of response for a moment, before deciding on turning away to laugh dramatically loud at whatever nonsense that was spewing from the boys mouth instead.
"It's just too much, right? You can tell she doesn't give a damn about him. Probably just trying to get over an ex. That poor boy has no idea." She finished with a frustrated sigh, taking a large swig from the bottle in her hand. Nicole hummed in response, her gaze lingering on Waverly for a moment, before she too turned back to her drink, almost managing to down the whole thing in one go.
"What about you? No boys to obsess over?" Abbie questioned, though she seemed far too interested in the answer to be doing it simply for conversation.
"Boys? No thank you. I'm not really a one-girl kind of girl though." Nicole responded, pouring the last few drops of her drink down her throat before placing it down on the bar. She ignored the voice in her head that told her she would be if that girl was Waverly. She'd clearly had too much to drink if thoughts like that were escaping the Thoughts-About-Waverly filter she had planted in her head the moment she found out the brunette was straight.
Abbie turned to her and smirked, before leaning just a little bit closer and saying, "I think you and I are going to get along."
Nicole turned to the direction of the bartender, trying to catch his attention, but it was then that Waverly decided to sit herself down in the stall next to her, seductively leaning forward to coax the man to notice her. It worked, obviously. Not just with him, but with Nicole, who couldn't seem to turn away, no matter how much the Mini-Nicole inside her screamed in protest. The boy she was with followed her every move, throwing his arm over her shoulder protectively, causing an uncomfortable weight to settle at the bottom of Nicole's stomach. She rolled her eyes at his actions, though Abbie seemed to think it was aimed at Waverly, because she tutted irritably and threw a "Get in the queue." Her way.
Waverly looked over, a look of insecurity flitting across her face, but Nicole watched as she visibly pushed that feeling down and masked it with confidence, looking her straight in the eye and saying, "Looks like you're the one getting in line, I was there first." Before nodding her head towards Nicole and taking a sip from the drink she had just been handed by the bartender. "I rocked her world, so you have big shoes to fill." She stated assertively, never faltering.
Nicole bit her lip, both Waverly's attitude and tone of voice setting something off inside her, making her cheeks burn red and her heart race. A hand found itself on her waist, causing Nicole to look down.
"Oh honey, you have no idea what I can do. When I'm done with her, she'll see you as the starter, and me as the main." Abbie challenged, her grip on Nicole's waist tightening ever so slightly,
Nicole wasn't sure what she felt, half of her felt like this was wildly inappropriate considering she hardly knew this woman and her 'relationship' with Waverly was false. But on the other hand, she had a mysterious, sexy woman and the girl she has had a huge crush on both competing for her affection.
"Wait, you got with her? Sweeeet! Do it now!" The boy begged, causing all three woman to turn to him with similar looks of disgust on their faces.
Abbie was the first to retaliate, telling him "You better beat it before my fist finds its way up your-"
before being interrupted by Nicole, who shoved her hand over her mouth.
"You should go because I may not know her but I don't doubt she'll one hundred percent go through with the threat she's about to throw your way." Nicole suggested, somewhat calmer, though her agitation towards him lingered, considering his unfaltering interest in Waverly. He did, however, hear her warning and decided to make a speedy exit. He didn't even give Waverly his number, which relaxed Nicole slightly.
The silence that followed felt awkward to Nicole, though Abbie didn't seem fazed. The drink seemed to have hit her fast though, because before Nicole could get a grasp on what was happening, the woman was stood behind her, fingers kneading her sides, plastering kisses over the back of her neck. The sensation itself wasn't all that satisfying, but Nicole's pupils instantly dilated at the look in Waverly's eyes.
Waverly can be extremely competitive, she liked to win, which led Nicole to the presumption that the predatory look on her face was because Waverly had staked her claim earlier only to be challenged, and she didn't like it. Nicole's mind, however, was making up crazy scenarios in which Waverly would be so enraged by this woman that she would pull Nicole away from her and kiss her senseless.
That thought had Nicole's breath hitching. She ducked her head slightly, grabbing onto the bar to steady herself, releasing a sigh. She had almost forgotten that Abbie was even there, her own imagination running wild. It was Waverly's retreating form that pulled her out of her own thoughts.
She really should stop drinking.
Nicole would have felt bad about it if she wasn't so smitten over Waverly, but she decided to gently push Abbie off of her. The girl was crazy pretty and had a killer personality from what Nicole had seen, but it wouldn't be fair to hook up with her in this mind-set. She did, however, give the woman her phone number. Though it was mainly out of guilt and lack of excuses.
Nicole made her way into the crowd, looking out for Waverly as she went. She wanted to make sure she was okay, and to make sure the other woman hadn't gotten under her skin too much. Although she knew the game Waverly had played was childish, she also knew that Waverly was sensitive.
As she was weaving through the crowd, she spotted Waverly, her long brunette hair bouncing along to the music. She had found her muse, grinding up against the same guy from earlier, clearly having a good time. She danced so seductively that it made Nicole gulp nervously, jealousy boiling inside. She huffed in frustration, crossing her arms over herself apprehensively. Just as she was about to turn away, she saw the crowd begin to divide, causing her eyebrow to arch up in concern. It was Waverly's rushed, panicked voice that caused a surge of adrenaline and dread to pulse through her body, causing her to dash over to where the shorter girl was.
"Do you really think I'm going to let some guy put his hands all over you?"
Of course, Champ Hardy. Why was Nicole surprised? Nervousness momentarily overwhelmed her, her mind racing back to the other night, but her need to look out for Waverly outweighed the fear, so she stayed there and waited. She knew Waverly could handle herself, but she stood there anyway, just in case Waverly needed her help.
"What do you mean 'let' Champ? You don't own me, I'm not yours to control." Waverly argued, stepping away from Champ angrily.
"Back off, man. We're just having some fun." The boy Waverly was dancing with stated. If Nicole wasn't so engrossed in the encounter, she would have thrown her hand into her own face at the sheer stupidity of the boy in front of her. It's like dumb and dumber. Maybe Waverly had a type.
"What did you say to me?" Champ asked, the threat clear in his tone. He stepped into the boys space, daring him to speak. He puffed out his chest, pushing into him aggressively. The other boy pushed back slightly, glaring at Champ.
"I said, we're just having fun. Don't be so clingy, Bro." The boy sneered, pushing Champ back. They both squared up against each other, their foreheads together, both pushing against the other, daring the other to start.
Champ started it. Shocker.
He suddenly pushed the boy back, slamming his fist hard into his face, staring the boy down as he fell to the floor with the force of the punch. It took him a moment, but he recovered, diving into Champ, he threw his arms around champs waist and lunged, throwing them both to the floor, before landing a punch of his own.
Waverly tried to intervene, but Champ roughly pushed her away. That's when Nicole immediately sprang into action, reaching for Waverly before she hit the floor. She had her arms wrapped around Waverly's chest from behind, with Waverly's full weight against her, not that there was much to her. Nicole hastily, though delicately, lifted her back up onto her feet. They both made eye contact, both silently asking the other if they were okay, before Nicole ran back into the action, pulling champ off of the other boy.
Champ chucked his elbow into Nicole's stomach with full force, in the exact place he had kneed her before, causing her to lose her breath. Instead of cowering away, she held him tighter, turned him around and punched him square in the face. And she'd be lying if she said it didn't feel absolutely amazing.
"What the fuck! What was that for?" He squealed, like a petulant child, holding his bleeding nose. Waverly walked over, put a hand on Nicole's chest, subtly winked, then leant down to Champs level.
"She's protecting her girlfriend, you bastard." She stated, before standing up straight and kissing Nicole on the cheek for good measure.
Nicole willed herself not to turn red, instead turning to look at Champ with a smirk, muttering a simple "Officer Haught's back, bitch." Mainly to herself, but she knew he had heard it when he grunted angrily, and she knew Waverly had heard it when she grinned and brought her hand up to run through Nicole's hair like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Guess the plan's back on.