The first few days back at SU did take some time adjusting to after spending several luxurious, care-free days at Lake Wallenpaupack, but the group of students was quick to fall back into their normal schedules and routines surrounding the school week.
Alexa's Monday morning started off as her past few days prior to Midterms normally did with a quick shower, breakfast, and kiss goodbye to her fiance before hurrying across town to P.T. Barnum Elementary school. Everything thankfully stayed relatively the same classroom-wise since she took her brief few days off, with the only notable exception being the latest gossip heating up a little with talks of a certain fifth-grade teacher possibly having an affair and the associate principal coming back from her weekend with inappropriately enhanced breasts that were apparently all the rage at the last parent-teacher conference.
Dean was slowly losing his mind being cooped up in his apartment all day without Alexa. AJ was good on her word by keeping the apartment neat and tidy, cooking meals, and not having a fit whenever Dean wanted to pick the movie or show they watched. Ambrose paid several visits to BPO that week to shoot the shit with his brothers about anything ranging from football to which celebrity was the least and most likely to star in a porno in the near future.
Speaking of AJ, she was back to her un-characteristic "societal appropriate" self. Admittedly she should've known mixing alcohol and marijuana with her prescription was a recipe for disaster that would only get her in trouble before it did any good... which it did, and was the main reason AJ was avoiding Seth like the plague. She wished she could push off what she did as a "sheet ruining" dream and go about her day as normally as she could, but the incident (to put a lighter term on the issue) was weighing on her heavier than any other act of debauchery or public uprising she caused in the past. Seth was completely oblivious as to why AJ wasn't making eye contact whenever he stopped over to check on Dean. To him, Saturday was just a normal day in the life of Seth Rollins. To AJ, it was a day she was going to think about for the rest of her life until it either ate away at her or she confessed and faced the consequences.
Roman's relationship with Tessa was as strong as it ever was. A few things still confused the young man about the woman obsessed with his every move and wanting her hands, mouth, or any other part of her body near his genitals, but Roman found himself coming to the conclusion of "holy shit, I found a girl who wants to do everything I want to do without complaining."
Charlotte and Becky were back to keeping their relationship on the down-low. Charlotte's Monday was almost derailed with the ending of Ric's trial, but the jury hadn't come back in the timeslot that they promised... neither did they come back Tuesday, or Wednesday. Charlotte was almost angry that Ric was getting more time out of jail, but parts of her still felt sorry for her old man. Becky was focused on schoolwork and ending her soccer season on a high note, but her week's highlight came when Charlotte held her hand when they went and saw a movie together Tuesday night.
"You stupid, drunk fucking idiot," the way the insult rolled off her lips seemed too tame for the punishment AJ thought was appropriate for her crimes against her ex. Her hate-fueled midnight-black eyes staring a hole into her forehead through the mirror just wasn't enough to make AJ feel any less like a predator... because that's what she did: AJ assaulted Seth Saturday night and there wasn't a thing in the world that would make that ok.
AJ was dead silent the entire car ride home Sunday. On top of being dead-exhausted, AJ didn't think she deserved to partake in the good vibes moving through the air between the three-car caravan. Back at Dean's, she wanted to pour herself a drink and try to chase away the guilt. That was proven impossible when Seth and Toni invited themselves over to watch football with Dean and Alexa. AJ wanted to watch along and pretend like she cared just so people thought she was normal, but she couldn't stand to look at Seth for more than a few seconds before becoming violently ill and needing to leave the room, so she just laid in Roman's bed until she fell into an uneasy sleep.
"AJ! I'm hungry!"
AJ rolled her eyes. Dean was being over-dramatic on purpose and only giving her a hard time because he was an asshole. Sure, he was funny sometimes, but that kind of shit got old fast and AJ wasn't really in the mood to be fucked with, even though she knew Dean was as harmless as a ladybug.
Self-hating was nothing new to AJ; Hiding her feelings from others wasn't uncharted territory either. The hurting a friend beyond repair part was eating away at AJ's soul. Seth still didn't know and AJ wasn't sure if she was or ever would be strong enough to tell him, but she knew she had to at some point in the near future.
"Quit your crying, baby dick," AJ shot back at the prone Ambrose, taking the pot full of canned ravioli off the burner to divide into even portions for herself and her best friend's baby daddy.
"I have, like, thirty-seven comebacks for that, but I'm choosing peace today," Dean was quick with a retort like he always was, and this one was full of sarcasm and dry humor as usual.
AJ handed Dean a bowl of processed Italian food, then took a seat to enjoy her own. She was half a heartbeat from digging in when she heard the front door pop open. AJ rolled her eyes and glanced over her shoulder, then her stomach hit her shoes when Seth Rollins let himself into the apartment.
"Hey!" AJ cheerily greeted the younger boy in hopes of hiding her nervousness.
"What the fuck do you want?" Dean quipped as his buddy wandered up to the couch.
Seth said, "I'm stealing your beer 'cause I know you can't do shit to stop me, asshole."
Dean chuckled. "Like hell, I can't. I got a crazy Cuban anarchist on my payroll."
AJ waved her fingers with a smirk, though her insides were on fire. Seth rolled his eyes and smirked, which was basically the equivalent of dousing that fire with gasoline.
"Actually, I was here to pick up AJ," Seth said. "Are you ready to go?"
AJ furrowed her brow. "What do you mean?" She asked, feeling as though she might burst into tears at any moment.
Seth replied nonchalantly, "Lunch with me, you, Dana, and Toni? We talked about it yesterday, remember? Then you called me a 'one-pump chump' and kicked me out?"
AJ blinked. She recalled talking to Seth the day before but she was so worried about him suddenly remembering her lack of judgment that she apparently missed out on plans with the boy she was trying to avoid. In a flash she recalled Seth wanting to go out with the three ladies to air out any grievances they still had about him or anything that happened between them.
"Uh, yeah, sure," AJ said, setting her bowl of food on the coffee table. "Uh, I can ask Bayley to watch Dean. Lemme get my jacket quick."
"What am I, a fuckin' dog?" Dean shot back with a chuckle.
AJ snickered. "Do you really want me to answer that, sweetie? Like, I can tell Seth all about Cabo-"
"I'm good," Seth cut in, making the other two laugh.
AJ shot her hugger buddy a quick text as she followed her ex-lover. Once in the hallway, Toni stepped out of the apartment across the hall wearing the snapback AJ won her in the softball toss game. Storm flashed the tiny woman a toothy smirk, then linked her arm through her boyfriend's and headed down the hall alongside him.
AJ took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Fucking please get through lunch without making a scene? Please?" She thought to herself, lightly shaking her head with her footsteps feeling like she was marching through quick-drying cement.
If the inside of a gynecologist's office didn't make Dean hot under the collar, then waiting in the lobby of a fertility clinic was a close contender in things that made him uncomfortable. Maybe it was the fact that the one common thing Dean had in common with the other men in the waiting room was the fact that they were all waiting for their turn to "make a deposit" for tests, profit, or to be kept frozen until needed at a future date.
Therapy went well for once. Dr. Maddox suggested that starting next week, Dean and Alexa should come to every other session alone with Alexa going by herself first, then Dean by himself the week after, and so on. Dean didn't like it, but he agreed to do it after Alexa talked him into it.
"You're fidgeting, babe," Alexa cooed with her eyes glued to a fashion magazine.
Dean stuffed his hands in the pouch of his hoodie. "I know. It's not every day I gotta bust a load in a plastic cup. It's not even every other day even. Hell, I've never done something like this in my entire life."
Alexa set her hand on Dean's wrist. "Babe. Relax. It's just a little sample to see how good everything's working. You don't see me freaking out about a doctor looking at me, do you?"
"Yeah, but OB/GYN isn't as crazy as cumming in a cup. Besides, I've never had to perform under pressure," Dean shook his head. "I mean, I've banged girls while their parents are in the next room and they have no idea I'm there. That's a cakewalk compared to this."
Alexa rolled her eyes. "Boys," she muttered with a light giggle.
"Oh really? Well at least I didn't keep my hands to myself since we got back," Dean said with a scoff. "No drinking, no weed, and no sex for three days is totally uncalled for."
Alexa shrugged. "Had to make sure there was enough clean ammo in the chamber to get a good sample," she innocently put despite the fire in her eyes.
"Well, I've gone long enough without sex that I got half a chub when Bayley rubbed my knee earlier," Dean quipped.
"What if I send you a little something while you're in there?" Alexa asks with a giggle.
Dean tutted his tongue. "That would help a lot, actually. Maybe you can come in there with me and get the sample yourself?"
Alexa lightly swatted Dean on the chest. "Nice try. You'll have to get BPO points some other way, babe."
After a few more minutes, the receptionist called out Dean's name. Dean followed a nurse down a hallway with Alexa in tow. The whole time, Alexa was rubbing Dean's back and whispering sultry comments under her breath.
"Here we are," the nurse announced, stopping at an open room. "Take your time. Just remember to put the sample in the cup to ensure a clear test."
Dean took the plastic cup from the nurse. "Can she come in with me?" He asked, gesturing at his fiance.
The nurse smiled softly. "We're required to say no, but if she happens to walk in after I leave, I can't do anything to stop her."
Dean's smirk grew. "Oh really? Well, it'd be a shame if that happened."
"Just no saliva or lubricant in the sample, please. I'll be back to check up on you in a few minutes," with that, the nurse walked off to attend to more patients.
Dean gestured at the open room with a bow of his head and a smirk. Alexa rolled her eyes and led the way, then closed the door when Dean hobbled in.
"Dude, they got porn," Ambrose announced, looking at the selection of magazines and DVDs on the back countertop. "Like, good shit too. Not the 'back of the video store' bull."
Alexa crossed her arms. "So I'm just supposed to sit here and watch you jerk off to a couple of pornstars faking their orgasm?"
Dean shrugged. "I mean if you want. Otherwise, you can shake what your mama gave you and get this goin'."
Alexa sighed but she did smile a little. She never really could stay mad at Dean, no matter what childish thing he said or did. "Sit, baby," Bliss told her beloved, pointing at the armchair in the middle of the room.
Dean sat in the chair. Alexa checked to make sure the door was locked, then unzipped her jacket and hung it up over the back of another chair. Dean whistled sharply when Alexa tugged her t-shirt off next, flashing her impressive chest in one of Dean's favorite dark blue bras.
"You're the best, you know that?" Dean commented as Alexa's brassiere rolled off her arms and fell to the ground.
"I do," Alexa chirped, resting her hands on Dean's thighs and leaning into him for a long, tongue-laden kiss on the lips.
Dean's lips curled into a smirk as Alexa unfastened his belt, tugged his shorts off, and loosely gripped his stiffening member in his hands. Dean tapped his thumb against the lid of the sample cup, trying to calm himself down enough to enjoy Alexa's hands and not psyche himself out with the objective at hand. Alexa noticed Dean's nervous tic and kissed his lips, drawing out a moan from him but not stopping his nervous tapping.
"Baby," Alexa whispered in Dean's ear. "Just think about what we're doing. We'll see how strong your swimmers are and if we can make a baby. I love you so much, honey. I want to be the mother to our babies. I know you'll make a great dad. You're already the best man I know."
"I want you to have my babies," Dean told his lover in an equally quiet tone. "There's no other woman alive I want more than you, baby. Forever and always, right?"
"That's right. Just me and you against the whole world," Alexa cooed, kissing Dean's cheek. "Just think, after school, we'll be living in our own home, surrounded by our kids, the dogs..."
"Summer home on the lake too?" Dean chuckled.
"Yes, my love," Alexa whispered under her breath. She grinned when Dean muttered he was close, then quickly opened the sample cup just as he let go. "There we go. Good job, baby."
Dean watched Alexa seal the sample cup, then grinned to himself when she licked the excess drippage from her hand. Alexa re-dressed her upper half just as the nurse knocked on the door. Alexa handed the woman the sample, then shut the door when she walked off.
Dean scratched his head. "That wasn't so bad," he said with a shrug. "Just... weird that some lady not named 'Sexy Tits McGee' is walking around with my baby batter."
Alexa nodded. "I know. I think it's a little weird too. But, think of the bright side: We're in public - that means extra points for BPO."
Dean fist-pumped, which made Alexa break out into laughter. The tiny brunette helped her boyfriend pull his shorts up and steady on his crutches. Now they were free to leave but would have to report back when the doctor had the test results in.
"They said a few hours or a day," Dean said. "I'm thinking Spicolli's?"
Alexa nodded with glee. "Sure, babe."
Dean and Alexa checked out with reception, then the couple headed back for Dean's trusty Highlander to grab a bite to eat before the test results came in.
A midday trip to Roadies may be labeled as "problematic" to some, but for Becky and Charlotte, it was hitting the spot for a lunch date. Becky needed a drink after a bone-crushing quiz and Charlotte had been craving some deep-fried stuffed mushrooms. To those around them, the very few people at Roadies during the day on a Wednesday, no one could mistake them as more than friends. But on the inside, or more importantly, under the cover of the bar, Becky was rubbing Charlotte's thigh and teasing to go further by lightly tugging at the hem of Charlotte's skirt. Charlotte casually sipped at her drink like Becky's actions weren't driving her insane.
"Fookin' 'ell," Becky hissed, rolling her eyes at a soccer game on one of the TVs. The sudden burst of frustration made Becky pull her hand away, which caused Charlotte to frown.
"Eh, could be worse," Charlotte figured with a shrug.
Becky raised her brow. "And what makes ya say that, lass?"
Charlotte shrugged. She waited for the bartender to look away, then leaned into Becky's person and whispered in her ear. "I could go back to class without heading back to my place and going down on you first."
Becky sounded a single laugh, then sipped her glass of beer. "Ugh, lass, yer not makin' t'is easy fer me."
Charlotte giggled under her breath. "I know. But good behavior never goes unrewarded."
Becky chewed her tongue at a memory from the day before. Lynch was looking through the university's library for a few books to help with a report she needed to have written by the end of the week. Charlotte tagged along and made the study session "harder" than it had to be. It started off as light flirting and a few brief kisses but quickly turned into wandering hands that cultivated in Charlotte drawing blood from biting into her hand to muffle the sound with Becky's face buried between her legs in the woman's bathroom.
"Hate you," Becky muttered.
"Do you?" Charlotte asked, laying the flat of her palm against Becky's thigh, returning the favor that she'd done a moment before.
Becky bit her bottom lip and attempted to hide her face in the collar of her leather jacket, but it was no use hiding how much she adored being craved by her beautiful girlfriend.
"Maybe not," Becky mumbled into a sip of beer.
Charlotte pulled her hand away with a grin. "Good. Love you too, Bex."
The bartender switched channels after the soccer game ended. At the same time, a different server set Charlotte's mushrooms in front of the two girls. Neither noticed the bartender increase the volume a few clicks when TMZ started an episode.
"I love these," Charlotte commented offhandedly as she ate.
"Second favorite snack, me," Becky replied, baiting a laugh from the blonde.
"...also coming up: Billionaire's daughter caught again? Cabo just wasn't enough exposure for this young lady!"
Becky furrowed her brow. Charlotte heard the TV but put it off since it was most likely a re-run from the time when a video of her exposing her chest at the hotel in Cabo made its rounds on social media. Charlotte drank to forget the earful she got from her mother when she caught wind of what happened and called her daughter to tell her just what she thought of her second-youngest getting intoxicated and flashing a roomful of strangers.
"Fucking leeches," Charlotte muttered to herself, trying to distract herself with a game on her phone when the room of so-called 'reporters' started talking.
"So what do we got on this Flair kid?"
"Ric Flair is on trial for a [CENSORED]-load of embezzlement and fraud charges, but I guess his daughter is determined to be in the papers too..."
Charlotte rolled her eyes. No, she wasn't trying to take the spotlight from Ric. Why the ever-loving fuck would she want to do anything like that when she already hated bringing up anything to do with the trial? It didn't make any sense, but Charlotte also knew that sense wasn't part of TMZ's vocabulary.
"Aww, we got a little kiss on a Ferris wheel, huh? That's adorable!"
"Not as adorable as her video from last Spring, right? Haha!"
Charlotte didn't have to look up to know what they were talking about. Her blood suddenly turned to ice and the partially-chewed food in her mouth tasted like battery acid. Becky's grip suddenly tightened on her thigh, physically proving that Becky was paying attention to the TV screen. Just as the show cut to a commercial, Charlotte caught a brief image of two women sitting at the top of a Ferris wheel kissing passionately. Judging by the strange look from the barkeep and the SU students around them whispering to each other and stealing glances her way, it was either a dead-on lookalike or someone somehow caught her and Becky during their weekend in the Poconos.
"Char, breathe," Becky whispered under her breath.
Charlotte realized in that instant that she wasn't breathing. She swallowed her food and found the ability to breathe oxygen into her lungs a moment later. It felt like Charlotte's brain lifted into a foggy haze like she'd been drinking more than a few beers. It wasn't an anxiety attack or anything that simple, but she knew she couldn't be here anymore.
"Char?"
Charlotte looked at her girlfriend, nearly bursting into tears at the pained look behind her baby browns. Before she knew what was going on, Charlotte felt the chilly air outside the bar when she found herself running for the parking lot.
"Char!" Becky called out, chasing her girlfriend back to her car.
Charlotte slammed the driver's side door, taking deep and labored breathes to try and calm her nerves. It wasn't working and Charlotte only found herself panicking more and more the longer she sat in the parking lot.
"Char, listen to me," Becky pleaded, taking Charlotte's hands in hers. "Jus' listen, sweetheart. It's ok. Everythin's gonna be ok. Jus' breathe, baby."
Charlotte rapidly shook her head. "I can't. I can't do this. I can't be out like this, Becky. Please..."
Becky gently took Charlotte's face between her hands. "Just breathe, sweetie. Please? Let's get ya back home and we can hide fer t'e rest of the night, ok? Jus' breathe."
Charlotte, nodding but trembling at the thought of what would come of this sudden shove into publicly being cast as "out", even though she wasn't even sure what that meant herself anymore. Still, with tears flooding her vision, Charlotte started her car and headed back for Flair Hall.
Roman needed his morning workout. He'd slacked off quite a bit in favor of chugging beer and eating junk all weekend with his buddies, but he owed it to himself and his coaches to get back on track as soon as he could. A quick warm-up jog on a treadmill, then an intense low-rep, heavy-weight upper body routine hit the spot as he broke a sweat and burned off some of the calories he consumed during the break.
Roman took the stairs to his apartment just as a post-workout cardio session he knew wouldn't hurt him. If anything, he probably should focus more on his heart than any other muscle so he could go more reps during a game without having to be subbed out to take a breather. Still, Roman felt his outward appearance was as important as what happened on the inside, and that was probably because of his adolescent years when he was a chubby boy that constantly got picked on, but at least he wasn't on the receiving end of any fat jokes now.
Roman stepped into his apartment. He'd expected to find his adoptive brother or AJ, but instead found his girlfriend standing directly in the middle of his living room with her eyes glued to the TV.
"Wassup, Tess?" Roman walked into the living room and pecked his girl on the cheek.
Tessa greeted her boyfriend with an ear-to-ear wide grin. "I'm feeling great, actually. How was your workout?"
Roman nodded. "Good. I really needed it. How was class?"
"Eh, shitty, but that's not important," Tessa dragged her fingernails over the chest of Roman's sweaty t-shirt. "What is important is that I missed you and I want to show you how fucking sexy I think you are and that it's insulting that your pants are still on."
Roman chuckled. "Let me get a shower quick, ok? I'm all sweaty and gross n' shit."
"Nope," Tessa pushed against Roman's chest until he sat on the couch. "You are going to sit here and let me take of you. Tell me about your day - how your workout was, which class is a pain in the ass."
Roman lifted his hips to briefly aid in Tessa's attempts at pulling his shorts down. Roman knew better than to stop Tessa when she was determined to do anything, especially with her newfound sex drive.
"Did some curls and cardio today," Roman exhaled sharply when Tessa took him in her mouth but kept eye contact with him. "Class was fine... you're the fucking best."
Tessa fluttered one eye shut as she bobbed her head in Roman's lap. Roman switched off the TV when TMZ's theme played so he could tune all of his focus on Tessa's mouth and the amazing things it did for him.
AJ partly wished she didn't agree to come out to lunch with Dana, Toni, and Seth. Seth especially, for reasons already drilling a hole into the back of AJ's head the longer she stared at her plate of steak and veggies. She also wished she wore an attire appropriate for lunch at Blackjacks, but she apparently already discussed this with Seth and completely forgot before it was too late to cancel at the last second and hide at home.
"...but I really don't wish anything bad on you guys. I'm serious. It's really a breath of fresh air to see a woman in Seth's life that can keep him from... well, cheating..."
AJ internally rolled her eyes. Dana had gone into a schpeel about being happy or whatever when Seth presented her the floor. It was long and winded and, in AJ's opinion, extremely gay but she didn't openly voice her disgust in hopes Seth didn't pay attention to how miserable she was.
Did AJ have any right to act like that right now? Maybe she did if what happened on Saturday didn't happen, but for now, she just looked like a selfish jerk.
"I agree," Seth said in response to Dana. "I'm just glad Toni came along. Truthfully, I have a lot to make up for, but I think cleaning up my bullshit before moving on is a good first step. I'm actually almost considering going to church now."
"Oh bullshit," AJ blurted out.
"AJ!" Dana snapped, lightly slapping the tiny brunette's shoulder.
Seth smirked. "I did say 'almost'. Good one, AJ."
Toni excused herself to use the restroom. When she leaned in to kiss Seth, AJ actually physically felt ill and like she was about to throw up the parts of her steak that she'd eaten so far. She didn't, thankfully, and she only stared daggers at the lovely kiwi. Dana pointed out seeing an old friend across the room and got up to go talk to them. Before AJ had a chance to protest, Dana was gone and she sat alone with the one person she didn't want to be alone with right now.
Seth sipped at his glass of diet soda. AJ wondered if making a wisecrack about soda would ease the tension, but she remembered it was purely one-sided and Seth probably didn't even know why AJ's back was sweating.
"How's your steak?" Seth asked.
AJ blinked. What was she supposed to say to that? She couldn't even focus on her food right now if her life depended on a complete analysis of how well done the steak was or her opinion on the seasoning. On top of that, Seth looked fucking fantastic in his button-down shirt with his hair pulled back into a bun. Usually, AJ hated man buns and wanted to strangle every dude-bro she saw with one, but right now she wanted this particular bun between her thighs while its owner ate her like his sirloin. AJ mentally slapped herself and shook the thought from her head.
"Meaty," AJ muttered.
Seth chuckled. "Oh yeah? That's good then."
Moment of truth... but it didn't have to be. AJ owed Seth the truth, obviously, but maybe she was ok with living the rest of her life with the fact that she more or less raped Seth hanging over her head like a dark cloud about to pour rain.
"You ok, AJ?" Seth asked, noticing the far-off look in his ex's eyes.
AJ nodded weakly. "Just... thinking about stuff."
"Like what?" Seth asked.
"Why I should be in prison," AJ thought but didn't say. Instead, she shrugged and said, "Last Saturday and... yeah, stuff."
"I don't remember a lot about the cabin," Seth chuckled.
AJ nodded slowly. "Good. That's probably good."
"Why's that?" Seth said with another chuckle.
AJ sat up, taking Seth's full attention. "Can I tell you about something that happened? And... it's not really fair to ask, but can you promise not to get mad?"
Seth shrugged. "Yeah, sure. You didn't kill anyone, right?"
AJ shook her head. "No. Of course not. I... Saturday night... fuck, sorry, this is just hard to say..."
Seth laid a sympathetic hand over AJ's. For maybe the first time in their brief history of knowing one another, AJ's first instinct wasn't to harm her ex in any way. Instead, she felt at ease and even smiled a little at the gesture.
"You can tell me anything, AJ," Seth calmly assured.
AJ, with tears forming in her eyes, nodded slowly and took a deep breath. "Uh, Saturday night... I was really fucked up. We all were. Uh, I used Lexi's bathroom, then when I came out I saw you and Toni fucking around..."
Seth tutted his tongue. "You caught us, huh? Blame Dean for giving me the freaking loft again."
"Yeah, but..." AJ started again but fell silent once she tried speaking. "I... Toni left to find a condom and... you were laying there..."
Seth raised his brow. "Ok... I don't see where this is going."
"Ok, I'll spit it out," AJ shook her head. "When Toni left, I got into bed with you..."
Seth pulled his hand away. AJ noticed right away and immediately wished she'd been left for dead at a young age so this moment never would've happened.
"AJ..." Seth muttered, starting to piece the puzzle together.
"We didn't... have sex..." AJ clarified. "But... I kinda sorta gave you head and let you call me Toni so you didn't know it was me."
Seth sat back, staring at the table. AJ felt her sun-kissed cheeks burn a deep maroon, not sure what Seth was thinking and the unknown eating away at her like a killer bacteria. His still body language gave off no hints either, which wasn't a good comparison with the stone-cold look in his eyes.
"So, to recap, you took advantage of me while I was fucked up," Seth paraphrased calmly but in a stern tone of voice. "You... waited for my girlfriend to leave, got into bed with me, and took advantage of me while pretending to be my girlfriend?"
AJ nodded slowly. "Yeah, but... yeah, that's right."
Seth shook his head slowly. "Fuck, AJ..."
AJ let a few tears roll down her cheeks. "I know, ok? I fucked up bad..."
Seth stayed silent for a few moments before he sighed and spoke again. "I knew."
AJ's brow furrowed. "What are you talking about?"
"I knew you weren't Toni," Seth muttered, shaking his head slowly. "AJ, you're the only girl who... does it like you do. I knew it wasn't Toni right after I said her name."
"Why didn't you stop me?" AJ hissed, feeling a heat in her chest that wasn't pain or love for once.
Seth sighed. "I... I figured if we got caught I could blame it on drinking. I'm... fuck me..."
AJ prepared to push further but stopped when Toni herself returned to the table. Seth cupped the girl's cheeks and kissed her deeply, silently showing his ex that nothing was going to pull him away from the blonde sitting next to him. AJ watched on with a brave face, but on the inside, she was ready to beat Seth into the dirt, only this time she had a perfectly good reason to do so.