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CHAPTER 12: The Liars
It was six in the morning already. Naya's eyes were wide opened. She hadn't slept at all. She turned the alarm clock off before it even went off. The brunette wasn't used to waking up before her cell had to go off at least five times.
She engaged herself in her morning routine. As she liked to sleep completely naked, the first thing she had to do was to put some shorts on and any t-shirt she could grab from the floor of her room-size closet, -since she first saw Gabrielle Solis' closet on Desperate Housewives, she had wanted an exact replica of it at hers; and she had spent one of her first big paychecks on having one built. She headed to her balcony and plugged her iPod to the speakers to do her daily rounds of planks and ab exercises. Already sweaty, she headed to the shower to enjoy the hot water just before grabbing the shower head and clenching her teeth to receive the ice-cold water directly on her breasts, abs and hips -she heard once that by doing that sudden change of temperature the blood made the skin and muscles tense in such a way that kept those parts of her body fresh and young. Then she had to do her hair and makeup.
On normal days, the makeup process would've last minutes, but today was different. When Naya looked at herself in the mirror, she almost felt sorry for herself. To the swollen lip and nose and the almost black eye, she had to add the obvious bags beneath her eyes. She hadn't slept at all that night. She was to stand up to leave her beauty spot when she noticed that the huge, red bruise on her neck had gotten a nasty looking, blackish purple color. She smiled at the sight though and remembered the hot moment when the bruise was being "made". She couldn't help clenching her thighs from the nice tingling she was feeling down there. She quickly shook her head, pushing the memory away or she'd be late. She put some makeup on it and was ready for the next step.
The easiest part of the whole routine was to choose her clothes. She wore the first thing she put her eyes on. The brunette was aware of her awesomeness and knew anything would look good on her, so she put on some different garb every day, and always looked cool.
Once downstairs and in the kitchen, she always had the same dilemma. She stared at the four different coffee machines she owned. A traditional seventies machine her mother had to lend her because it was her favorite coffee at the time, the brand new Capuccino and Mocha machine, the old but still useful Italian one-cup stove coffee maker and her latest favorite one: the George Clooney special.
She chose the easiest one and it only took her a couple of minutes to get her coffee started. Meanwhile she didn't forget about the favorite part of her routine. She grabbed her phone and typed a text.
Morning beautiful! I just woke up and I'm already missing you. N
She was about to press the send button when she suddenly remembered the previous night. She couldn't send that text to Heather; she was supposed to be mad at her. Mad because she let her kiss her when she had spent the evening with "her blondie" doing God knew what and for not having had the courage to tell her before she made that stupid move. The kiss felt good though. Sooo good. It was their first real kiss. The more her mind wanted to forget that mouth, the more her heart longed for it.
As Naya finished her coffee, she realized she couldn't be mad at her. It wasn't in her nature or in her will to keep being mad at that woman for more than a second. So she thought "Fuck everything!" and pressed the button. She would have to explain later, but she couldn't care less for now, and off she went, she grabbed her leather bag, keys and left the house.
She got into her car and turned the key. Nothing happened. She turned it off and pulled it out. "Fuck!" She breathed deep and calmly, stuck the key in again and gently turned it to the right. Nothing. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm gonna be fucking late again!"
She was about to call a cab when she remembered that one of Matt's old cars –yes, he likes to collect clunkers- was parked in the furthest side of the sidewalk; PR had suggested to make it look like he actually lived there with her, and she took it. She found the keys "hidden" on top of the driver's visor and just drove it to work.
Once inside the piece of shit Matt called a car, and on her way to the studio, she remembered all that happened after she left Heather's the night before. Kevin dropped her off at The She Bar and she had spent most of the night drinking and dancing her problems away. At first, Shay was surprised to see her there again, but when she saw how furious and annoyed she looked, she just kept her questions and concerns to herself and went along with the brunette, trying to make her feel comfortable and cared. And she did. She managed to cheer her up. And how she did it!
Naya smirked when she remembered dancing on her own in the middle of the private set the girls had rented for themselves, with her arms raised up, holding a drink which was mostly being spilled everywhere but into her mouth. Then as Shay was keeping a close eye into her, and saw a creepy hatted brunette getting closer to take advantage of Naya's state, it was her who made a quicker move and went up to her friend. When tipsy Naya saw her coming, a naughty smile crossed her face. Without hardly turning her eyes from the brunette, Shay glanced at her girl, Ashley, and made a quick move, tilting her head pointing at Naya's direction. In a matter of seconds, the blonde was behind Naya, dancing sensually and breathing on her neck.
Shay got even closer to Naya from her front and Ash did the same from her back, inviting the sandwiched girl to move along with their sexy dance. The couple continued moving playfully until Naya finally gave in, handed her drink to the first person who passed by, and moved along dancing at their same rhythm. Very soon the group of girls who had been hanging out with Shay the whole night, "Shay's harem" like Ash liked to call them, surrounded the three girls in a circle, cheering and wooing at the spectacular scene.
Naya didn't know if it was the alcohol in her body or the long, fucking day she'd had but she let go of herself and enjoyed the moment at its fullest. She bent her knees, raising her skirt sensually and brushed her ass against Ash's front, eliciting a sexy moan from the blonde and making her mouth form an "o" shape. As she was pulling up, she reached back and grabbed her ass playfully looking directly into Shay's eyes, which were showing too much lust for the "just playful moment" the three girls were so much enjoying. Once Naya finally stood up and felt the blonde's breathing back on her neck, Shay got closer to her and went directly for her mouth.
It happened like in the movies. Just like those moments that are shown in slow motion. So slow that Naya had enough time to think about what was really happening. She was drunk and two of the hottest bitches in town were making her feel really fucking good. But something was wrong there. She felt something was not the way it should be. Right before Shay's lips were about to touch hers and Ash's mouth was already working on her neck from behind, Naya remembered the experience she'd had not even hours ago; with Heather. Her mouth was the most sensual, wonderful, sweetest thing she's ever tasted in her life, and to be honest, despite the hotness of the moment and despite how horny and turned on these two hotties were driving her, she wasn't feeling even zero point one percent of what she had felt in just a simple and spontaneous little kiss she had had with Heather.
So at the last second, she tilted her head a bit, surprising the brunette who caught the hint and just smiled until she locked the blonde's lips just above Naya's shoulder. For the Latina, the moment was obviously still hot, and without wanting to be rude or ungrateful, Naya turned her body around a bit, and in the same sensual tone, she lustfully licked her voluptuous lips grabbing both girls by the back of their necks and, running her fingers through brown and golden locks, kindly pushed each other into a hot, lecherous kiss. While the couple was kissing, Naya got closer to them and only for them two to hear, she whispered. "Oh my God girls, can I call you two the moment I feel like having a threesome? I can't think of anyone better to experience my first one." The girls stopped from kissing and they both looked at her with a smirk. It was cheeky Shay who replied just before she winked at her. "Whenever you want some action, you'll have us to bring the passion."
Just before the almost erotic scene was over and before the circle blurred away, a girl held a phone over her head pointing at the hot trio. Suddenly, the hand of a told brunette grabbed the phone without the girl could even notice, she turned around and threw it inside an ice bucket which contained already melted ice.
"What the fff…?" Before the girl could say anything else, the tall brunette got closer with a threatening look. "Get the fuck outta here before I call security!" The girl just left down casted realizing her "million-dollar" video had just drowned in ice.
"Thanks Troian! Wow! That one was close!" Ash stated pulling away from the two other girls.
"Thanks? How many fucking times do I have to follow you behind sweeping your shit away, fuckheads?" Troian Bellisario, the third "liar" was almost yelling. She calmed down a bit, noticing Naya there. "Oh, hi Naya! Having fun too?"
"Wow! She IS the same Spencer shady, cray bitch, huh?!" Naya thought.
Naya's memories of the previous night went on and on inside her head until a loud and annoying sound of a horn came from the car behind. She was waiting in line to get to the studio parking lot and must have been distracted because she realized there were no longer any cars in front of her but two or three more behind. She pulled the window down and gave the finger to whoever it was.
"You better find a good place to stick that one into or I'll break it as soon as I get hold of it!" She heard a familiar voice coming from the car behind hers. She put her head out and glanced back. It was Dianna. Fucking Dianna.
"What?" Naya snapped. "You need some more action? Are you gonna show me again how you can cheat during a fight and catch somebody when their guard's down again? Huh? Cause I'm not gonna be that stupid asshole again, you know?"
Dianna froze when she realized it was Naya, but that wasn't her car. She was in trouble again and the day had hardly started yet.
"Oh come on, Naya. I'm sorry!" She shouted back. "I didn't know it was you! Fucking drive and park so we can talk!" The blonde pleaded.
"Talk, my ass!" Naya shouted "I have nothing to say to you, just get the fuck out my life, will ya?" and she floored the gas getting into the complex as fast as she could, trying to avoid the blonde. She couldn't though.
As soon as she parked, she saw the Audi parking by her, and another car parking at the other side. It was Lea. Naya's forehead plummeted, hitting the steering wheel. "Here we go again. Fucking karma, what wrong have I done to you, man?"
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The three girls were walking towards the studio in silence. Naya sped up but Dianna managed to catch up to her. The brunette couldn't believe the awkward situation and glanced back to either side watching her two friends in silence. She understood why Dianna wanted to walk closer to her and why she was in silence: Lea was just by them and she figured the blonde didn't want her to know about the "little argument" they had the day before. But what it intrigued her the most was Lea's attitude.
She usually was annoying as hell. In a normal day she'd be hopping and smiling and squealing her lungs out talking about anything stupid that had happened to her the day before; but not this morning. She was in an awkward silence and that was strange. Very strange.
Lea's phone vibrated in the back of her jeans. She took it and read the text which just got in.
I have something for you. Your money was worth it. You're gonna like this.
Lea smiled mischievously but hid her phone right away.
Naya couldn't stand her curiosity anymore and stopped all of a sudden, facing the little brunette.
"Ok, hobbit, you got me! What the fuck is wrong with you today? Is it official then? Did you find out you have an even tinier hobbit in there somewhere?" She said, pointing at Lea's tummy.
"Leave her alone, will you? It's not funny anymore, N!" Dianna tried to ease the air between the three friends.
Naya turned around and raised a finger between her face and the blonde's. "First of all, this is none of your fucking business, is it? And B, my name is Naya Marie Rivera! You can call me Ms Rivera, Naya Marie or if all, Naya! But never, ever again use any other "friendly" name with me, cause I'm not your fucking friend, gottit? Am I being clear?"
She turned around and left, hurrying up to the entrance. Lea looked down in silence. "Second" she muttered almost whispering.
Dianna looked at her puzzled. "What?"
"First and second. Not first and B." Lea couldn't meet the blonde's eyes.
"Really Lea?" And an annoyed and hurt Dianna followed the Latina into the building.
This was going to be another long day for them.
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Heather woke up worried about the previous night, but soon enough she forgot all about it when she saw her morning text on her phone. She hurried to text back.
I miss you too, babe! H
She felt so good that she got up, took a quick shower, ran downstairs and prepared a quick breakfast for two; just some croissants and coffee. She took the tray upstairs and kicked Vanessa's door. "Breakfast is readyyyyy!" She shouted playfully.
While the two roommates ate, they planned and schemed a way to get Naya back from the "liar". They'd already decided they were going to "use" Dianna as bait. They would imply, never leaving it clear, that Heather did actually sleep with her and that the taller blonde was somehow sexually and romantically interested in the other blonde. This would make Naya jealous and take the final step to leave that Shay girl behind and finally come into Heather's arms.
They had to be subtle though because Heather didn't really want to hurt Naya's feelings. She needed her too much. That's why she was doing all this; for her.
The girls kept scheming for a while until it was time to get ready for work. They had dance rehearsals today. Before they went out of the door to leave for the studio, Vanessa turned around with a confused look.
"Can I ask you a question, H?"
"You already did! Oh, come on, go ahead!" Heather was in a good mood.
"Why Di?"
Heather didn't know where V's thoughts were heading.
"I mean… why did you choose her? Why didn't you choose me, for example?" Vanessa gave Heather a playful, sweet smile.
"Well… I… I don't know… I…" Heather felt a little nervous because she hadn't thought about it before. Why did she really "choose" Dianna to make Naya jealous, and not anybody else, from inside or outside the cast? But that didn't matter, did it?
"Why didn't you choose Ashley, for example?" She'll be back from her trip soon. You two are very close. It would make more sense, wouldn't it?" Vanessa was still curious.
Heather was still confused but she came up with a convincing answer.
"I think I chose Di because they hate each other. They keep saying they love each other –as friends of course" the blonde rolled her eyes "but there's something between them that is not right. I can feel it. There's tension there. It's like they hold a grudge against each other. There's bitterness, and I can't figure out why. They may not know it themselves either."
"Okaaaaaay and who else would be better to make her jealous with, right? You're a genius, Hem!" Vanessa held her hand up for a high-five. The blonde complied but looked worried all of a sudden.
"Am I screwing all this up, V?" She asked for assurance.
"Maybe! We'll soon find out, right?" Vanessa replied smiling, just before they closed the door behind them.
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They were almost finished with the early morning meeting before getting to their designated slots, when the members of the cast stood up in front of Brad and Ryan. Besides the three girls, there were also Chris and Dean and some of the crew members. Chris was sitting, looking down at his phone and Dean was talking to some other guy. The rest of the cast was already working on some dance performance at the other end of the studio complex.
The girls had managed to stay calm and not get at each other's throat for a whole hour now when all of a sudden they heard a scream from behind. Chris shot up from his seat, squealing and hopping, holding his phone up in the air.
"She tweeted about us! Oh my God! She tweeted about Glee! Ryan! Ryaaaaan! She tweeted!" He was yelling, running towards his boss' direction. Once he got by him, he couldn't calm himself to explain what he just discovered.
Naya rolled her eyes and closed her arms around her chest in a distinctively Santana Lopez position. "Oh shit, can these gays just keep it calm for once? Do they have to do everything this dramatic and tacky and over-the-top?"
Lea was curious to know what got her best friend so excited and went up to him grabbing his phone from his hand and checking what all the fuss was about.
When she saw what it was, she almost fainted. Her face, suddenly, turned white. Her hand went numb and she dropped the phone to the floor. She stumbled back a bit, having to lean onto the nearest chair not to fall and pass out right away. She couldn't control her dropping jaw and tears started to burst from her eyes.
Naya just couldn't help herself and snapped again, annoyed as hell. "Oh come on! You too, now? What the fuck is going on, freaks? You're starting to piss me off!"
"She tweeted about us, Naya! She never does! She never tweets about anyone and she tweeted about us. Well… about you, really!" Chris' breath was still taken.
"Who did? Man, why is it so difficult to get it out of you two? Who the hell tweeted about us… about me? Just say it, man!"
Ryan smiled at her widely and went up to congratulate her, reaching for her arm. As soon as she noticed him closer, she stepped back glaring at him. "Don't fucking touch me!" She whispered; only Ryan and Dianna understood the situation.
The boss stood still but continued smiling. Congrats Naya! The one and only Miss Barbra Streisand just made an exception and tweeted about us… she acknowledges the cover of her song you did with little Chordie, and praises your voice and performance. Well done, Naya!"
Naya wasn't much into admiring or praising "the" Streisand but couldn't deny being flattered by it either. After all, she was a legend and she tweeted about her. Wow, she felt powerful right now!
A wide smile crossed her face and she stepped towards Lea who was sitting, sobbing like crazy because she had covered her songs so many times during the three last seasons and had never gotten anything from the famous real diva. Naya got closer and stroked the little brunette's hair like she was stroking a little crying puppy.
"Aaaawww, I'm so sorry, little midget! Don't worry honey, I'll get in touch with my new fan and ask her for an autograph for you, ok? Now that I know Babs, and she knows me, I'll take you with us when we hang out, ok? No worries!" Naya went on and on with the sarcasm until the Lea stood up all of a sudden, wiped her tears away and widened her nostrils.
Naya stepped back a bit with half a smile, feeling victorious by pushing her friend to her limits.
"You never have enough, do you Naya? You have to poke and poke the wound until it bleeds again and again, huh?" Dianna said sadly from behind. Naya just side-eyed her, keeping her smile on.
"Shut up Di! I can take care of this myself, ok?" Lea snapped. Dianna raised both eye-brows in surprise.
Lea pulled her phone from her back pocket and looked for something while talking cockily. "What happened to your face, Naya Marie?" She used the name the brunette had used hours before with a sarcastic tone. Naya's mouth opened a bit, she was curious to know what the little brunette was looking for on her cell.
"Did you get in any trouble last night? Downtown, maybe? Did you get drunk and get into a fight or something? I heard you could hardly walk and you had to be carried out from a club and into a cab! Are you banging chicks in clubs now, too? Because this place wasn't a "normal" place, was it?"
"Lea, stop it before you regret it, please!" Dianna tried to grab her friend's phone, but the brunette was too hurt and wouldn't let her. Naya just stood there, frozen. Her hand went right to her neck again in a reflex motion.
"Shut up, Di! I already told you I can take care of this!" Lea shouted, getting closer to Naya again and looking up, threatening her. "What was the club's name, Naya? Something about a She… something, wow what was it…?" Lea was clearly mocking Naya whose eyes opened in panic.
"What do you have there? Let me see? Is that a hickey?" Lea was curious to know what the taller brunette was hiding beneath her hand. Naya slapped her hand and Lea finally disclosed what she was hiding on her phone. She placed it in front of Naya's eyes, then Dianna's, then Ryan's. The rest of the people just sat around admiring another one of their "off-Glee" dramas.
The photo had been taking right before Shay had helped her out of the club, when she was still sore from her fight with Dianna. Shay had given her a hug good night and once she was inside the cab, she had given her a sweet and friendly peck on her cheek. "It was all innocent, for fucks sake!" Naya thought. "Wow, thanks to Troian who got rid of the 'bigger issue' or I'd be even more fucked than I already am!"
Naya felt so highly strung that she was almost undone, but she had to pull out some strength to fight this and defend herself tooth and nail.
"Oh, come on! Let me see! How did you get all these bruises, sweetie? Did the other girl like it rough, huh?" Lea kept sarcasm and cockiness, trying to get to the brunette's neck.
Dianna couldn't be quiet any longer and decided to step in, confessing her moment of dementia against Naya.
"Stop it Lea. I can explain it. It's all my f…" Dianna was cut off all of a sudden. Naya didn't want anybody else to know about their "little secret", let alone let Dianna blame herself for what she did to her.
"It's all your fault you can't keep your mouth shut, can you?" Naya snapped at Dianna. She was trying to draw attention to herself instead of Di's statement and raised her eye-brows at her when Lea couldn't see, in a gesture of complicity. Naya shook her head at Dianna gesturing her to shut up. Di relented when she noticed Naya's eyes looking sad again.
"Ok, my fault! I admit it! I got in trouble last night! Some crazy chick beat me up at a night club! What's the big deal? She caught me off guard." She glanced at Dianna when she said that, narrowing her eyes. Dianna rolled hers.
"Now what, midget? What is the BIG deal here? I banged some chick in a club? All right, if that's what you wanna hear, there you go, I did! Now what? Are you gonna call Perez Hilton or something?" Naya was getting dangerously closer to Lea and Dianna was about to get in the middle to separate them when they heard a big noise coming from Ryan's position.
He had a stick or something like a stick in his hands and he smashed it hardly against the table to call for the girls' attention.
He yelled like he was a scolding father or teacher. "Stop it right now! Enough is enough! Where the hell do you think you are? You're getting fucking paid for the time you spend here and all I see you doing is screwing each other over! You three! My office! NOW!" He walked to the door. Lea followed him right behind, then Naya, then Dianna.
"I'm sorry!" She repeated towards Naya's direction.
Naya didn't even turn around to reply. "Don't be sorry and get the fuck away from me! Don't you get it? I don't want anything to do with you anymore, blondie! Forget about me, ok? Forget I exist!"
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None of the three girls agreed to sit down. Ryan did. He had a serious look on his face. He enjoyed the silence in the room, but he had to say something. This was scary again. It was going to be hard.
"This can't go on like this." Ryan had never sounded so worried and serious. "You're adults for God's sake; you're not kids at fucking McKinley! You have to grown up and face the consequences of your actions. I don't want any more fights, arguments, yelling or bad looks toward each other, am I being clear? What the fuck happened to you three? You used to be friends! You two lived together for a while, didn't you?" Ryan pointed at Dianna and Lea "And you? What the fuck am I gonna do with you? You threaten us one day and fight with her the next?"
Lea turned her head to the other girls in confusion. She shook her head. Dianna did the same at Naya. She stared at her, eye-brows furrowed. "What is he talking about, Naya threatened him? Why?"
The brunette just stood there giving Ryan a death stare. "Fucking shut up, you fucking idiot" She thought, clenching her teeth.
"Well… what is this all about, then? Scolding us like a big daddy? Ok. You already did! Ooooooh we're so scared now!" She mocked sarcastically. "Can we leave now? This room is starting to stink, if you know what I mean!" She glanced at Dianna, who just shook her head. She felt like almost smiling at her friend's lame attempt to change the subject. She knew her too well by now.
"No. That's not all. Here! These are your scripts for next week's shootings" He handed a copy to Naya and another one to Dianna. "This is not about you, Lea. You can leave if you want." He addressed the brunette.
"What the fuck?" Dianna shouted, after taking a glance at the papers. "No, no and no!" She yelled even louder. Naya sat down, she felt tired all of a sudden.
"What's going on?" Lea asked, confused.
Ryan sat down, closed his eyes and breathed deeply. "Santana and Quinn are having a bed scene, Lea. They're gonna make out, get naked and be shown in bed after having had a wild night of sex. It's about time we had a twist in this storyline. Fans are gonna love it. Don't worry Finchel" He gestured inverted commas with his fingers up in the air "is gonna be on too, that same night. Don't worry you'll have your Finn!"
"Fuck Finn!" Lea snapped again. Now she looked even more furious than she had been before about the "Babs" tweet. "No! No, no and no! That is never going to happen! I oppose! These two are not making out! Let alone being naked, on a bed! NO!" Lea was losing it.
The three of them just looked at her in awe. Ryan couldn't believe his eyes. Naya looked at her in confusion and Dianna stared at her, deep into her eyes. She did know what was going on. She did know why Lea was reacting like this. "She is fucking jealous!" She thought smiling a bit to herself before turning to Ryan.
"I'll do it!" Now it was her who was the center of attention. "I'll do it! I'll make out with her! She glanced at Lea narrowing her eyes. "And it's gonna be most realistic and fucking hot make out session and love scene in the history of Glee AND Fox!" Lea's jaw dropped.
"Hey, hey blondie, don't get too carried away! I still didn't agree to this! And I won't actually." Naya's words weren't sassy anymore, not even bitchy. She sounded sad this time and sat down defeated.
Naya spoke in a low tone this time. "This should've been Brittana's love scene." She turned to address Ryan "They're in love. They ARE love! What is this? A one-night fuck?" She glanced between the papers to prove her point. "This is not what people wants, boss!"
"This is not what people wants? Or what YOU want?" Ryan said, firm in his words.
"Just screw her in private, will you? Keep it in your pants! Don't bring this to work!" He finally snapped. "I'm so fucking sick of hearing you guys whine and moan about your personal shit! I told you three before! I'm not asking for your permission, not even for your consent! I'm ordering you! This IS happening, so you better get used to the idea that you'll have to kiss her and make believe you two had wild sex. And you better make it believable or else you'll have to face the consequences! And you!" He pointed at Lea this time "Who the hell asked you about your opinion? Why wouldn't you even not agree to this?" He looked at the small brunette's watering eyes and then to the blonde's. He glanced between the two girls a couple of times.
"Oh no! You two?" Ryan let out, realizing the obvious. "Oh my fucking luck! Am I surrounded by fucking dykes or what the fuck is going on here?" He yelled talking out loud to himself.
Naya bolted from her seat. She couldn't keep quite any longer.
"AND WHAT IF WE ARE?" She yelled. "Th-they… I mean" She quickly corrected, pointing at the girls.
She noticed Di's hand pulling her by the wrist so she didn't get in any more trouble, but she continued the yelling. "I… I mean it IS fucking disgusting, I'll give you that… the Hobbit and the Barbie here, but who the hell are you to judge us? –Them… I mean" Naya quickly retracted from her words. She turned around and talked to the girls now… "Let's get the fuck outta here! You two! Get your shit together somewhere else. This asshole is pathetic."
"I'm right here, you know?" Ryan reminded her.
"I know it. I can smell you, dude!" She grabbed Lea's wrist with one hand and Dianna's with the other dragging them out of the office, and through the long corridor.
"Thanks Naya!" Lea said shyly, once in the hall.
"Thanks? Thank me by giving me your fucking phone so I can erase that shit! And next time just fucking ask, ok?"
"Ok" Lea nodded and smiled at Naya. The Latina turned around and headed out alone, leaving the other two behind. "But, don't even think we're friends or something now, ok? I just fucking hate that idiot!"
Naya shouted on her way out turning around, raising her arms, pointing at her mouth. "Ready for these two babies, blondie?" She was walking backwards just to show Dianna her voluptuous lips in an exaggerated gesture of a kiss.
Dianna muttered something internally, shaking her head.
"I've already been there, fuckhead!"
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It was bedtime already. Naya had worked out. She had lunch at her bee's. She'd had to run some errands and bought some stuff downtown and had talked to her mama for more than an hour on the phone. She had dinner alone at home and watched her favorite show she had missed the night before. She smiled at the thought that she had missed Pretty Little Liars by actually having been with the liars almost the whole night. And how nice were some of the liars, by the way.
She was exhausted, but nonetheless had she typed her "good-night" text to Heather. The blonde had replied it by telling her how crazy work had been that day with Vanessa and Alex and that she had missed her too.
She had decided to have a relaxing cup of lime flower tea in bed while watching some MTV music videos on the plasma in her room, so she could fall asleep quicker. She almost had her eyes closed when she heard her phone beeping again. "Heather must have remembered something!" She smiled at the thought. She realized she was completely whipped by this girl.
BetweenNaysLegs: Hi beautiful. Still awake?
It wasn't Heather. Or so she thought. But she still was interested in her strange and mysterious online friend. She took another sip from her tea.
GayGayForNayNay: Hi. Yes I am. And you don't know that.
She smiled at her own sudden playful attitude. She didn't know why but she liked this girl.
BetweenNaysLegs: Right. I don't know if you're beautiful.
BetweenNaysLegs: You know? This is getting ridiculous. We've almost been intimate –not even almost- and I still don't know your name.
GayGayForNayNay: Does it matter? I'd like to keep the privacy, if you don't mind. I'd feel weird telling you my name, tbh. And… I could lie to you, and I don't want that
BetweenNaysLegs: You're right. I'd feel uncomfortable too. Tell you what! Why don't we make up our names?
GayGayForNayNay: Fictitious names, you mean?
BetweenNaysLegs: Exactly! Is there a name you particularly like? Like someone real you would like to talk sexy to?
GayGayForNayNay: Um… yeah actually. But it would be way too weird! You're not her!
Heather rolled her eyes.
BetweenNaysLegs: I know, silly! But, if I had to choose, I'd choose my fave name: Naya
Naya almost choked on her tea at the implication.
GayGayForNayNay: That'd be weird too and besides, you can't be Naya.
BetweenNaysLegs: Why?
The blonde smiled playing dumb. It seemed like her favorite game was playing dumb.
GayGayForNayNay: Well… just because! Oh! I have an idea! The girl I kinda… like, you know…
Naya stopped typing, maybe she was giving away too much.
BetweenNaysLegs: Yes?
GayGayForNayNay: Well… she kinda looks like Brittany. You know… from Glee
BetweenNaysLegs: I know Brittany, silly! Ok! Deal! I'll play Brittany!
GayGayForNayNay: Score!
Naya punched the air and smiled widely. This looked like one of those role-play video games she liked to play with her bee and when little Chordie was home.
BetweenNaysLegs: But… it's only fair that if I'm Brittany, you'll have to be…
GayGayForNayNay: Santana!
BetweenNaysLegs: Score!
GayGayForNayNay: LMAO
BetweenNaysLegs: Well, it's getting late. Good night Santana.
GayGayForNayNay: Good night Brittany.
And both girls fell asleep with the widest, silliest smile they've had for a long time.
After all… Brittana IS on, bitches!
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