The morning following the grand elation felt by the entire SU student body thanks to a triumphant win by the Titans' women's basketball team, Becky Lynch woke up with her eyesight slightly altered and blurry thanks to her mass intake of alcohol the night before.
Becky didn't get hangovers after drinking; The worst to ever really happen was a dry mouth. This morning was no different. Becky was actually surprised that last night didn't lead to her first real hangover. After the questionable method of licking salt off one another, Becky inhaled as much booze like the rest of her surrounding classmates. Part of that was, just moments after kissing Charlotte rather heavily in front of many people, Sasha and her latest male suitor arriving at Roadie's.
To Becky's knowledge, Sasha and Xavier hadn't followed her to the after-party, In point of fact, Becky had no idea where Sasha had taken her new beau after the Roadie's party changed locales. After another hour or so of drinking at ZBZ, the redhead vaguely remembered walking home, loudly singing the Celtic folk songs she'd learned as a child as she strolled down "Fraternity Row."
She also had fuzzy, somewhat cognizant memories of clomping up the stairs to her dorm, and of throwing herself into bed with a gusto befitting her inebriated state. What she had no recollection of, however, was how the second occupant in her bed had come to be there, or when she'd removed her clothing. She could guess "why" she was naked, but the "who" and "when" remained a mystery.
It wasn't much longer than a minute or so after her waking that her companion rolled over and revealed her identity.
"Morning, sexy," Natalya cooed, still regaining her senses after sleeping in.
"Mornin', Nattie," Becky lilted in return, her Irish accent as present as ever. Nattie giggled, running her hand along Becky's side. She lightly kissed the soccer star before sitting up, pulling the sheet over her chest to cover her bare body.
"You were… frisky last night, Becky. Not that I'm complaining, but what got into you?"
Lynch giggled, her cheeks flushing as she recalled some of the surprisingly athletic intercourse she'd undertaken with her current mate. "I dunno," she answered truthfully. "I guess I jus' missed ya more than I thought. Ya weren' at the party and I realized on the way home tha' I wanted to see ya." She kissed Natalya softly on the lower lip.
Natalya grinned widely. "Well, I know we said we're keeping this casual, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't glad to get your text last night, late as it might have been. I'm very happy with our arrangement, and it's always nice to hear how enthusiastic you are about seeing me naked."
Becky giggled again, raising up and resting her back against the headboard, pulling her side of the bedsheet up to cover herself. "Yeah, I can get a little riled up when I'm drinkin'. I am Irish after all."
Nattie chuckled. "Well, I'm just glad you called me instead of going home with someone else."
"Who else would I go home wit'?" Becky inquired.
Nattie gave a big exaggerated shrug. "Oh, I don't know, Charlotte?"
Becky's brow furrowed, slightly confused. "Why would I take Charlotte 'ome? She's straight."
Natalya scoffed, lightly kissing Becky before continuing. "I've seen the way she's looking at you. If she's straight, she's got the turn signal on."
Becky laughed loudly this time, before covering her mouth. She had no idea if Sasha was at home or not, but she wasn't about to bait her former lover with a loud conversation with her current "fun buddy."
Finally, Becky spoke. "I hope no'. She's a good friend, and I think she's gorgeous, but I'm not tryin' ta be her first girlfriend." She pointed her eyes toward the exit, where Sasha's room could've been seen if not for the closed door. "I've sung tha' song already."
Nattie rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry that's been such a rough ride for you. It sucks when someone you thought was your 'forever' breaks your heart over their knee without even so much as a 'thank you, fuck you, bye.'"
Both girls laughed heartily now, with Becky no longer sure whether she cared if Sasha heard or not. "Aye. One minute me an' Sasha was fine, the nex' she's yellin' at me fer cheatin'. Again."
Natalya shook her head. "You two were on a break. You said she said she "needed time to think." That's implying a breakup, if not flat out stating it."
"Thank you!" Becky cried, as though they were having this conversation for the very first time. "Look, I'm not prou' that I slep' with Renee less than twelve hours after Sasha lef', but wha' was I supposed ta think?"
Natalya slid her arm around Becky, trapping her in a tight embrace and kissing her forcefully. "All that's behind you, babe. The only thing I can tell you to help you would be to just enjoy what we're doing here, enjoy our ZBZ stuff," she glanced at her watch, "even though we totally missed the first meeting, and move on."
Becky nodded, a hint of sadness now tinting her breathtaking face. "I saw Sasha wit' a boy at Roadie's last night, so clearly she's moved on already."
Natalya shook her head in disbelief. "I'm sorry to hear that. But maybe not that sorry," she added, coyly, grabbing a generous handful of Becky's rear, prompting a squeal of delight from the recipient.
"I wish we could go to formal together," Becky returned, before kissing Natalya deeply. She rolled herself on top of Nattie, who eagerly centered herself under her new partner.
"Yeah, me too, honestly, but Jason has already paid for everything and I don't want to screw him over."
"As long as ya don' screw him any other way…" Becky quipped, earning a giggle from Natalya.
"I wouldn't worry any about that." Nattie leaned up toward Becky. "Have you figured out who you're taking yet?"
Becky shrugged. "I though' I might see if Charlotte wanted ta go."
"Really?" Natalya's voice took an exaggerated sultry tone. "And what if sparks fly between the two of you? Would that mean our business is concluded?" As she spoke, she slid a hand up Becky's bare chest, settling on her left breast.
"Mmm," Becky moaned, clearly enjoying her arrangement with the outrageously full-figured Natalya. "Charlotte's jus' a friend. And you and I," she whispered breathily, Natalya's ministrations clearly having the desired effect, "have a perfect friendship. Sex, laughs, sorority sisterhood…"
Becky trailed off as Natalya flipped their positions, placing her on top of the less dense Lynch. "It's a fantastic arrangement. And, for what it's worth, I'm only going to Formal with Jason. There's no reason you and I can't have our time after."
Becky nodded. "I think I'd like tha'."
With that said, both girls decided internally that further dialogue was a waste of daylight. Natalya descended her body slowly on top of Becky's, locking into a firm embrace with her. Sinking into the covers, the two girls let their tongues intermingle, as they often did, but Becky would've been lying if she'd tried to convince anyone her mind was one hundred percent with Natalya.
Seth's Friday morning would've gotten off to a better start had his adjective describing beauty girlfriend been with him the night before like they planned. But, for unspecified reasons, Zelina had not shown up to Roadie's.
On top of her not making an appearance, Zelina hadn't returned any of Seth's texts or calls all morning. Something clearly wasn't right. Seth assumed the worst, which wasn't really fair since Zelina did work for one of the more popular hangout spots in town.
Deciding that her family's restaurant was a safe guess, Seth decided to check Vega's for his girl. If she was there then his mission was successful, if not he could just help himself to a salty, carb-filled breakfast to help his hangover.
As Seth made his way across the front lawn of the local eatery, his mind elsewhere as he thought about seeing Zelina again and eating breakfast, his brain hardly had any time to comprehend the furious stride of the business' owner.
Mr. Vega was in Seth's face before the young man had any idea what was happening. Seth stepped back, keeping his distance from the old man while he backpedaled around the front lawn.
"¡Tu no eres bienvenido aqui! Tienes suerte de que no te cocine!" The extremely angry old man spat, his face twisted with fury and hate.
Seth held an arm up in front of himself. "Mr. Vega, I don't know what you're upset about! What's going on?"
"You think I'm stupid, pendejo?" Mr. Vega pointed a steel spatula as he spoke. "You don't think I don't know what's been going on?"
Seth's blood ran cold but he kept a straight face. "Sir, I-"
"There are cameras in the kitchen, idiota! I've seen what you like to get up to!"
Seth's breath died before he had a chance to string together an excuse. From what he was led to believe, Zelina had deleted the footage from the few times they decided to break several health codes.
"And then my daughter tells me you were with another girl last night!" Mr. Vega accused, stopping his pursuit of the young man for now. "Not only do you disrespect mi familia and my business, but then you have the cajones to break her heart!"
Seth shook his head. "Mr. Vega, I really have no idea what…" He trailed off when he noticed the door opening to the restaurant. Zelina herself, her face expressing the same emotion as her father, made a beeline for her boyfriend. Seth sighed a breath of relief. "Babe, what is-"
"¡Debería matarte!" Zelina cursed, taking a swing at Seth but he dodged out of the way at the last second. "Do you have any fucking brains, Seth?! I gave you a second goddamn chance and you fucked around on me again!"
"Again?" Mr. Vega echoed, his grip tightening on his spatula.
Seth blinked. "Bebita, I really have no idea-"
"Don't 'bebita' me, asshole!" Zelina shoved both hands into Seth's chest, making him take a step back. "I saw you last night with Dana! You had your hands all over that fucking pig!"
Seth's stomach dropped. "Babe… it's not what you think…"
"DO YOU THINK I'M STUPID?!" Zelina threw her hand wildly, connecting with the side of Seth's head. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW I FEEL?!"
Zelina threw another stiff shot. Seth covered his head with his arms but Zelina didn't let up. If anything, Seth expected worse and taking this light beating was fine by him.
Zelina stopped, gritting her teeth through hot tears streaming down her face. "I can't believe I let you touch me…" She stopped to shake her head. "Leave before I have Andrade dump you in a ditch."
Seth furrowed his brow. "Andrade is here-"
"Don't you even fucking start," Zelina shot back. "You can't keep your hands to yourself for five seconds. Do you even know what it's like to have a relationship without fucking someone else every time you're alone for longer than five minutes?" Seth didn't answer. "Do you?!" Zelina demanded louder.
"I guess not!" Seth yelled back, throwing his hands up at his sides.
"Lower your voice," Mr. Vega warned.
Seth took note of the small gathering of locals around the immediate area, some who he recognized from school and some with their phones aimed in his direction. He also took notice of Andrade and Zelina's mom slowly filing out of the restaurant. Seth felt a little unwarranted jealousy seeing Zelina's ex there, though he knew he couldn't really be upset about that.
Seth chewed his tongue, trying to piece his next sentence together carefully. "I'll go. It's whatever. I didn't fuck anyone last night. I waited for you at the bar-"
"And that gives you the ok to shove your tongue down Dana's throat?" AJ accused. Seth blinked. "Was it just her throat, pendejo?" Zelina pushed against Seth's chest again. "Was it just your tongue?"
Seth shook his head. "I'm not gonna stand here and be accused of sleeping with another woman."
"Would you have if she asked?"
Seth hesitated. Zelina noticed right away his lack of immediate response. Her eyes widened and more tears started to well.
Seth shrugged. "Maybe? I don't know."
Zelina retreated for her mother. "I can't believe you, Seth."
Seth did feel horrible; He wasn't a complete sociopath. Breaking Zelina's heart wasn't something he ever wanted to do. He couldn't blame his lack of impulse control either because that was a childish excuse for anything wrong he did relationship-wise. He was just an asshole, plain and simple, and Seth knew that. Whether or not he accepted that was a different story altogether.
Taking Zelina's place before Seth was her alleged ex-boyfriend. Andrade marched across the grass right up to Seth. Seth stared down at the slightly shorter man with a cocked eyebrow.
"Creo que es hora de que te vayas," Andrade told his adversary, sizing him up by puffing his chest. "Ya has hecho suficiente daño, Seth."
That unwarranted anger bubbled in Seth's chest again. He wasn't going to let anyone, let alone this guy, talk to him like that, regardless of what he did.
Seth chuckled dryly. "Yeah? What the fuck are you-"
Andrade threw a hard left against Seth's temple. Seth himself stumbled back and caught his balance on a parked car. Zelina hurried back to her ex's side and huddled under his arm.
Seth rubbed the throbbing sore spot growing on the side of his face. His adrenaline kicked in and his first instinct was to charge the younger man and pummel him into the dirt. But he stopped himself. Seeing his girlfriend, or ex-girlfriend at this point, and her immediate and extended family watching him, along with a dozen or so strangers, made him quickly decide this wasn't something worth fighting for anymore. The earth had been scorched and salted at this point; No use trying to save something that wasn't coming back.
Seth rolled his shoulders like the hit hadn't fazed him. Keeping from making eye contact with anyone, Seth made his way back to his trusty Impala and slid into its driver seat. Mr. Vega threw more insults at him in his first language, but Seth wasn't really listening to him anymore.
Seth pulled onto the street, swearing off omelets for the time being and leaving Vega's in his rearview mirror.
"What's so funny?" Dean Ambrose asked as he eased through the doorway of Alexa's dorm. With everything that had gone on in the last few days, the sound of Alexa's genuine, unfettered laughter was music to his ears.
"I just found this new show on Hulu I'm obsessed with. Come watch with me."
Dean raised his eyebrows in curiosity, before sliding onto the couch, hopeful that Alexa was being straight about what was making her so jovial.
"Hey babe," he graveled as his fiancee paused the media player on her laptop. She gave him a warm hug and a quick kiss, before looking him directly in the eye. "Any dilation?"
Dean stared into the stunning blonde's pupils. "Nope. No molly today. Nice job, boo. What are we watching?"
Alexa giggled at the mere mention of what she was taking in on her screen. "I found this new Canadian show. It's weird and hilarious. It's called Letterkenny."
Dean nodded, recognizing the name. "Some of the guys were talking about it at BPO this morning. Said it's really stupid but really funny."
Alexa snickered and nodded her head. "Just like you." She kissed her husband to be again. "But I love you anyway."
Dean chuckled, his mood eased by his fiancee's heartfelt sobriety. "And I'm very glad. I love you too. Do we have obligations this evening?"
Alexa paused the program she was watching, turning to face her fiance. "Not even one. You wanna do something? Go see a movie? Go somewhere for dinner? It's Friday night, we should do something."
Dean smiled at his wife-to-be. "Yeah. Any of that sounds good. As long as I get to see you naked after."
Alexa smacked her man on the arm, rolled her eyes, but laughed congenially. "We'll see what we can do." She tousled Dean's hair, which reminded her of a recent current event. "I forgot. I need to clean your cut."
Dean groaned in mock indignation. "No! It'll be fine, I promise."
Alexa gave Dean her best attempt at a stern stare. "No backtalk, Mister. The doctor said your brain could get infected if you don't clean your wound, and I don't need your brain getting any less predictable."
Dean pondered this, wanting to protest, before finally acquiescing. "Fine."
Alexa popped up from her perch, disappearing from Dean's view. Ambrose sighed and stretched his body out, resting his back against the couch while allowing his legs to extend. Alexa returned after a moment, her trusty medical kit in hand.
"This won't take a second, babe," Alexa assured her impatient fiance. "I'm not gonna let you get sick or hurt worse because of me."
Dean felt a slight stinging before a soothing pat from a cotton swab or some other type of applicant. He could hear Alexa softly singing to herself before more rustling that he assumed was his dainty dynamo looking for a fresh bandage. She found one, apparently, and softly applied it to Dean's affected area. After his medical treatment was complete, Alexa took a few minutes to rub Dean's shoulders, before sliding behind him and kissing and nuzzling his neck from behind.
"I'm so sorry I hurt you, baby," Alexa cooed softly in his ear, before kissing him again right below his lobe. "I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you if I have to."
Dean chuckled as Alexa wrapped her arms around his upper chest. "If it means I get rubdowns and blowjobs every day, I'll let you."
Alexa giggled, before standing back up, gathering all the trash from her medical care of Dean and crumbling them all up into one large ball of refuse. "Just lay back and relax, baby, I'll be right back."
That was an order Dean had no trouble following. The worn-out Freshman closed his eyes and laid his head back, letting his long frame go limp.
Alexa was gone just long enough for Dean to notice. He hadn't heard any screaming, however, so he decided whatever she was doing, she didn't need assistance. Finally, he heard her bedroom door close. Without opening his eyes, he could hear his tiny love walking toward him before being roughly drawn back to the present by Alexa plopping down in his lap, straddling him.
"Hi," she whispered coyly, wrapping her arms around Dean's neck and kissing him deeply. As he ran his calloused hands up and down Alexa's torso, it occurred to him that she was without a single thread of clothing.
"Hi yourself," Dean replied, a knowing smirk forming across his face.
"We haven't fucked since the incident," Alexa continued, taking a moment to nip at her man's lower lip. "I can't go a second longer without it. Can you help me?"
Dean grinned. "I guess." Without warning, he scooped an arm underneath his fiancee and picked her up, laying her on the couch before shrugging out of his shirt and discarding his shorts in record time. Taking a second to sip in Alexa's flawless body, Dean had to admit that even on his worst day, he felt pretty lucky. "Why can't all the girls be like Alexa Bliss?" He wondered internally as he carefully descended upon her, feeling her muscular legs wrap around him and her lips rising to meet his.
Roman and Ronda were strengthening their budding relationship with a simple day lounging in Roman's apartment with a movie marathon playing on the tv.
Ronda snuggled under her potential lover's arm, a blanket layed over both their laps. Roman respectfully kept his hands appropriately above Ronda's waist. Ronda, for her part, was in awe at how much self-control Roman had. The few boyfriends she had before the Samoan would go out of their way to grab her ass or ask for something to be done to their loins. Not Roman though. It was sweet that he was respectful, but it made Ronda think something was wrong with her at the same time.
Ronda adjusted herself. Roman's hand sat idly on her stomach but slid to her hip when she moved around. Roman apologized and moved his hand back to its first place. Ronda rolled her eyes and sat up.
"What's up?" Roman asked, taking his focus from the TV to look at Ronda.
"Is something wrong with me?" Ronda asked. "You haven't tried making a move at all."
Roman shrugged. "So? I'm fine just sitting here and relaxing. We don't need to make shit weird."
Ronda rolled her eyes. "Seriously, Roman? It's weird that you haven't tried anything. The one time we can hang out at your place without Dean and Alexa around and you won't even kiss me."
"We have already."
"Roman, for fuck's sake," Ronda got off the couch. She stood in front of Roman, then straddled his waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought their lips together. Ronda took Roman's hands away from his sides and placed them on her ass. "Like that. See?" Ronda ran her fingers through Roman's hair. "We made out a little and didn't burst into flames."
Roman nodded. "I know, but it's just weird. Like, I don't really make the first move ever. Like, I was taught to be courteous and treat women with respect."
"Aww, my little Roman is all bashful around girls. And it's okay to be a gentleman. I actually really like how you treated me when I met you at Roadie's. But you don't always have to be when we're alone. Guys aren't the only ones that get horny, dude."
Roman flexed his fingers around Ronda's well-toned bottom. "I do like touching this."
"Then touch it when we are alone in your freaking apartment, doofus! But have some self-control, because I'll break your arms if you grope me in public."
"I won't. That shit ain't cool."
Ronda shook her head but grinned. "You're too sweet for your own good sometimes, dude. We like each other, right? So why can't we make out and grab-ass while we're alone?"
"I mean, we can-"
Ronda crushed her lips against Roman's again. As their tongues entangled with each other, Roman felt Ronda's ass again. She clung to him harder and moaned into the kiss.
"Well, hello," Ronda cooed, feeling Roman's member push up through his basketball shorts. "Someone likes it when we make out."
"Sorry," Roman said, sheepishly grinning.
"Don't be sorry, for the millionth time," Ronda pecked Roman's cheek. "You are a sweet guy, Roman, but you should take what you want sometimes. You should be with women like how you are with football. Take no prisoners and never fucking give up until you get what you want."
Roman chuckled, as did Ronda. "That'll get me thrown in prison quickly. But I get what you're saying. I'm hesitant with women sometimes. I've always had a girlfriend and I'm not really used to girls seeing me as attractive. It's still weird, ya know?"
"Most of the time," Ronda corrected. "You're weird most of the time."
Roman pecked Ronda on the lips. "You're right, my bad."
Ronda focused back on the problem in Roman's shorts. She slid her hands over his thighs and gave them a hard squeeze.
"What do you want me to do?" She asked, looking Roman in the eye as she spoke.
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to," Roman said.
"I know," Ronda assured with a snicker. "That's why I'll let you know after you ask. But you haven't asked."
Roman shrugged. "Do you want to have sex?"
Ronda shook her head. "Time of the month, dude."
"Can you…" Roman sighed and smirked. "Jerk me off?"
"Nope."
Roman's brow lifted. "Do you want to… uh, give me head?"
Ronda shrugged. "Ok. Sounds like fun."
Roman's heartbeat increased rapidly. "Wait, really?"
Ronda pulled her hair back into a ponytail, which only made Roman's heart beat fast. "Yep, because you asked and I want to do it." Ronda tugged on the waistband of Roman's shorts until they fell to his ankles. "So what are you going to do the next time you want me to do something but you aren't sure if I want to?"
"Ask you?"
Ronda patted Roman's cheek. "You're learning so fast, Roman. Good for you."
"Do you wanna go to Spicolli's after this for pizza?"
"Hell yeah," Ronda pecked Roman on the cheek. "See? That wasn't so hard, huh?"
"That wasn't, but…" Roman trailed off and looked at his dick. "Ya know…"
Ronda chuckled. "You are so 'a-dork-able', Rome." With that, Ronda kissed Roman one more time, then dropped her head in his lap and wrapped her lips around his member for the first time.
Roman gripped Ronda's ponytail with one hand, the other hand sliding over his face and through his hair. Ronda clearly knew what she was doing and wasn't afraid to use her hands while her tongue swirled around his stiff member.
Ronda started humming to herself, only making the experience all the better for Roman. Roman chuckled to himself when he realized Ronda was humming "Come Sail Away" by STYX as she bobbed her head in his lap.
"Great song," Roman chuckled.
Ronda laughed into Roman. "Thanks, Rome," she said before going right back to pleasuring him.
Roman tugged on Ronda's ponytail to let her know he was about to finish. Ronda let Roman release in her mouth, slowing down as he let go. Ronda sat up and swallowed hard. She pecked Roman's cheek, then helped him pull his shorts back up.
"I was promised pizza?" Ronda said with a cheeky grin.
"I'll do whatever you want," Roman said, making Ronda burst into laughter.
"Good. Can we swing by my place so I can brush my teeth and change?" Ronda asked.
Roman grinned. "Can I watch?"
Ronda stood. "No, but…" She lifted her top and flashed Roman. The cool air in the room hardened Ronda's nipples and made her shiver.
Roman, cheeks flushed, stared blankly at Ronda's chest. Ronda laughed heartily again and readjusted her shirt to cover her chest. She took Roman by the hand and led him to the door. Roman grinned to himself and followed his love interest to the door.
Following her late night of drinking her liver numb with the rest of her team, Charlotte Flair didn't seek any human interaction for the foreseeable future, and perhaps further than that as well.
Luckily, the new coffee shop that had opened only a week prior was a reasonable distance from Charlotte's dorm hall. She thought about taking a quick drive to Vega's for something heavily salted and covered in sriracha, but her hangover was so fierce that she almost fell several times trying to get dressed.
The walk turned out to help with Charlotte's post-inebriated state. The early Spring was just starting to trickle over the campus, but some snow still remained on the grass. It was warm enough to venture outside without a heavy coat, but Charlotte didn't think it was "sleeveless blouse season" just yet.
Nitro Coffee was, again, surprisingly vacant for a Friday morning. Charlotte figured she'd be but one of several dozen students needing a good fix to fight off a hangover, but that was apparently not the case.
Charlotte lifted her dark, rounded sunglasses to her forehead as she approached the young man behind the till.
"How come you guys are so slow?" Charlotte asked, trying to cover the grogginess in her voice as best as possible.
The cashier shrugged. "We're about to close. It usually slows down around this time."
"Isn't it only like ten?"
The man shook his head. "No, it's quarter after one."
Charlotte blinked. "Holy shit, I slept the whole freaking day. Well, that's wonderful. I'll just take whatever will slap me in the face the hardest."
The cashier nodded with a chuckle and started Charlotte's order. Behind Charlotte, making her head just about split down the middle from its irritable sound, the bell above the door rang. It took a moment for Charlotte to recover, which made her swear off drinking altogether if it were possible.
"'Ey, Char," Charlotte lazily turned her head partly around to address the person calling her name. Becky, who didn't look like she just crawled from the grave, just seemed to glow in the early afternoon sun.
"Becky, hey," Charlotte greeted her friend with a soft smile. "Could you maybe not talk so loud? I think I'm having some sort of stroke."
Becky snickered. "I was wonderin' how you was doin' after las' night. You drank until you was stumblin' over like me uncle at Christmas."
Charlotte groaned in disgust. "Don't remind me… I didn't do anything shitty, right?"
Becky cocked an eyebrow, looking off into the distance like she was in deep thought. Charlotte rolled her eyes but offered a soft backhand to Becky's shoulder.
"What brings you here?" Charlotte asked, stepping aside so Becky could place her order. "I thought you don't get hangovers."
Becky gestured at the menu. "Only place on campus with a vegan selection. Plus I need a good dose of almond milk and coffee beans after trying to keep up with you lot last night."
Charlotte cringed again. "You're positive I did nothing dumb last night?"
Becky shrugged. "Nothing too bad. Just sang karaoke with Dean and tried to put moves on me."
Charlotte sounded a single laugh, then held the side of her head in pain. "The singing I believe, but even you're not that lucky when I've been drinking."
Becky nodded. "Yeah… fair enough. Anyway, I'll get yer coffee. It's on me since you serenaded all of Roadie's last night."
"Bex, you don't-"
"Oops, I'm handing t'e man my money," Becky pretended to accidentally drop some cash on the counter. "You buy t'e next one then, ok?"
Charlotte nodded. "Thanks, Bex."
Charlotte collected her drink and Becky thanked the cashier for her veggie wrap and the hot beverage and joined her blonde friend at a high rise table. Charlotte caught a quick glimpse of the sun reflecting off Becky's face before she adjusted out of the sunrays. For a moment, Charlotte really thought Becky was glowing. She quickly shook the thought from her head and sipped lightly at her coffee.
Charlotte moaned in delight, feeling the warmth of the drink rush through her wrecked body and help bring her to reality a bit, then cleared her throat. The cashier gave her a warm tea instead of coffee, which was a better touch to help soothe her than a hot coffee would.
"How was your morning, Bex?" Charlotte asked, noticing Becky also had a cup of tea.
Becky snickered. "A good gentlewoman never kisses and tells, Charlotte."
Charlotte grinned. "More Nattie time, huh? Good for you. You should get out there and get as much as you can. Relationships are dumb anyways." As she said that, Charlotte felt a twinge of jealousy to think Becky spent the morning, and obviously the night, with a different blonde woman. Then again, she didn't have a right to be and Charlotte quickly fought that thought away too.
Becky shrugged. "Nattie is a nice girl. I like her. But I don't really think there's much to it than having sex to get over Sasha. That feels so terrible to me, but I don' know what else to do, especially since Sasha has moved on with that Xavier boy."
Charlotte shook her head. "Don't feel sorry for a single second. You guys were on a break, she took things the wrong way, now she gets to watch you flourish while she wallows in her self pity. Hell, I'd fuck Nattie in Sasha's bed just to send a message."
Becky giggled. "I don't want her to kill me in my sleep, Char."
Charlotte nodded. "I suppose. How is your wrap? I didn't think you of all people could be vegan."
"Since high school," Becky took a big bite of her food. "What do you mean by that?"
"Since you eat so much…"
Becky rolled her eyes, making Charlotte burst out laughing. "Oh, I've never heard t'at one before. You sound like Finn. Speaking of moving on, how are you in t'at department?"
Charlotte sighed. "I haven't gotten laid since I broke up with Roman. I've thought about it, God knows I've been asked by a million different guys in the last few days. But I don't really know. Maybe I'm over boys for a little while."
Becky nodded. "Yeah, totally get that. I hardly stand Finn sometimes. But, I'm sure you'll find someone soon."
Charlotte's lips lifted slightly, showing a smile while her eyes scanned several times over Becky's incredibly toned body.
"Yeah, maybe," Charlotte said, snapping from her thoughts once again. "Hopefully I can find someone to go to the Greek Formal with before that comes up."
"Could go with me," Becky offered with a shrug. "I've got no one to go with. T'en we won't seem like two lonely 'earts."
"Nattie isn't going with you?" Charlotte asked, trying to keep the excitement out of her tone.
"Nope," Becky said, shaking her head lightly. "She already agreed to go wit' a boy before we started hookin' up. It's fine by me. Jus' need a date."
Charlotte raised her teacup. "Becky Lynch, I would be honored to be your date to Greek Formal."
Becky raised her teacup and stuck out her pinky finger, which Charlotte was unknowingly doing from muscle memory thanks to many years of having tea with some higher-ups her dad was trying to impress. The two girls clinked their cups together and sipped the warm beverage.
Becky smiled to herself and continued eating, while Charlotte let her eyes linger on Becky's body again without stopping herself this time.
The last thing Seth wanted right now was a visitor. A sharp knock came at his door almost a full hour after he was punched in front of his ex's family's restaurant. Apparently wanting to wallow in his own self-pity wasn't a good enough excuse for people to leave him alone.
"It's open!" Seth yelled across the room. The front door popped open a half-second later and in stepped the last person Seth was expecting cared about his well being.
"What up, numbnuts?" The ever eccentric AJ Lee greeted the bewildered boy as she skipped into his kitchen and opened the fridge.
Seth cocked his eyebrows. What are you doing here?"
AJ collected a few beers and placed them in the pouch of her hoodie. "Free beer, dude," she lightly kicked the fridge closed and skipped into the living room.
"Really?" Seth asked the tiny woman.
AJ shook her head and held out two cans of beer. "Here."
"I'm not thirsty."
AJ rolled her eyes. "One's for your head, dude," she placed the ice-cold can against the side of Seth's head. She sat beside him on the sofa. "It'll still bruise but the swelling will go down now. And you will drink this other one so I don't drink alone."
Seth held the can against his head and reluctantly accepted the second beer. "Thanks, but why are you really here?"
AJ sipped at her beer. "To make sure you haven't jumped from the patio yet. Your one-sided ass-kicking is all over Twitter. Oh, I have Twitter now so you have to follow me."
Seth cracked open his own silver bullet. "Why do you care? I thought you hated me."
"I do," AJ confirmed. "But I'm low on cash and I need food so I can't go to Roadie's. Dana is with her advisor. I don't know if I'm ready to talk to Alexa yet since she ignored me during my freak out yesterday. My fucking dad isn't around anymore, so I need this."
Seth nodded. "Then help yourself, AJ. If you wanna talk about anything I'm all ears."
AJ snickered. "Don't be gay, Seth," she paused after another sip. She turned her head to fully look at Seth. "Is there anything you wanna talk about?"
Seth shrugged. "Zelina broke up with me. Shit happens."
"Why though? Quinceañera Barbie is usually all about you and your baby dick."
Seth sighed. "I guess she caught me kissing Dana last night-"
"You kissed Dana last night?"
Seth nodded. "Yeah, ok? Don't fucking hit me or anything. I already feel like shit."
AJ shook her head. "No, I'm saying if you kissed her, and she went down on me in her car last night, then you technically…"
Seth chuckled. "I don't think that's how it works, babe."
AJ's eyebrows raised up her forehead. Seth hadn't realized what he said at first, but when he did he braced himself for a switchblade to the forehead. When that didn't happen, he looked at AJ, who was staring at him with wide eyes.
"I didn't mean to say that," Seth said with a sheepish grin. "I'm still trying to process the last few weeks of my life."
AJ set her beer down on the coffee table and sat on her knees. She cradled Seth's head in her hands and leaned into him for a kiss on the lips. Seth sat the can of beer he was holding against his head down and held AJ close. She parted his lips with her tongue and lightly traced the inside of his cheek. As she did that, AJ's right hand found the outline of Seth's member over his jeans and rubbed her hand against it to make him moan into the kiss and squirm a little in his seat.
AJ parted the kiss. She smiled slightly and batted her eyelashes. "We're not together, fuckface."
AJ sat back and retrieved her beer. She placed Seth's unopened beer back in his hand and moved his arm to put the beer back on his face where he was punched.
Seth smirked. "We could be."
AJ feigned joy. "Oh, you mean I could be your rebound from that other really cute and short Latina? You really mean that?"
Seth shrugged. "Why not?"
AJ rolled her eyes. "You know why, Seth."
"Yeah, but-"
"It'll be different this time?" AJ asked, but kept her eyes forward. "I've heard that one before. Look, we had fun in Cabo and… more fun yesterday. But that's not going to happen anymore."
"Why is it such a bad idea to want to be with me?" Seth asked.
AJ scoffed. "Because you're a cheater, Seth. Once a cheater, always a cheater. I'm not giving you the chance to do that to me. I was there for Dana when it happened and I hated you for a long time because of it. It really hasn't been that long since you did that to her, so you should be happy I even talk to you."
"Well maybe I didn't want to be with Zelina anymore and I didn't know how to break things off the right way."
"Oh, so you wanna be with Dana again?"
"No."
AJ paused for a moment, realizing what Seth was saying. "Not only would it be fucked if we dated, but you wouldn't want to anyway. So get that shit out of your head right now."
Seth didn't respond. AJ was right in saying they couldn't be a thing. Seth had thought about the idea of dating AJ ever since Cabo, but he also knew the odds of that happening were basically nonexistent. AJ was always going to have a major disdain for Seth because of how he handled things with Dana, and Seth knew he really didn't have any right asking her for a relationship.
"Give me your debit card," AJ said, taking Seth from his thoughts.
"Why?" Seth asked.
"I wanna order delivery," AJ dug through Seth's pocket and retrieved his wallet. "Pizza and wings sound good?" AJ paused for a second but then answered before Seth could have the chance. "Good. It sounds like a decent lunch to me."
Seth rolled his eyes but smiled to himself. His mind started to wonder if this is what being in a relationship with AJ would be like, but he shook his head and tried to steer his thoughts elsewhere.
