Thank you again, Darweiner7! All the answers are in the two following chapters ;)
When Jackson arrived at Monster High, next Monday, it was with a shit-eating grin that made obvious the fact that he hadn't spent his weekend alone. Deuce smiled and looked proudly at Jackson when he saw him, and Frankie just ignored him. She had no idea whether she should be mad at him or not, she had replayed last Friday in her head all weekend. Sometimes, she imagined what would have happened if Nefera hadn't entered Jake's room, or what if Jake had been kissing her. Frankie had had a talk with her father last morning. "Trust me, sweet face, if that boy wanted to be with you, he would have been a long time ago.", he had said. And ever since she had been doubting her perceptions of things.
She observed him for a whole hour during their first period, and she noticed he was ignoring her too. Well, not ignoring her but he kept looking away from her. He was probably ashamed that she found out who he was dating, although she doubted he would ever be ashamed of his girlfriend. Nefera de Nile was definitely the type of girl she could see in the magazines she and Draculaura read during classes. She was, say, busty. She had a woman's body where Frankie and her friends still seemed to have teenage curves. It was an evil person in a gorgeous body, and she didn't know if Jake knew how evil his girlfriend was.
Frankie hesitated whether she should tell her girlfriends about what she learned, or if she should remain loyal to Jake after all. She dealt with this intern dilemma for half of the day, until her Fearleader training. It took one look at Cleo for her to make her choice.
At lunch, every cell phone started buzzing, and Jackson had a shiver. He knew that Frankie just had her training and he feared she would talk to the girls about what she had witnessed the other day. He felt his pulse speed up when he saw that he'd just received a text from Cleo.
"Oh, sounds like Draculaura will be celebrating at Cleo's place this weekend.", he heard Deuce say, and he just had to read the text with his own eyes to confirm that it was only a party invitation. At Cleo's. This weekend. So Holt would go.
"Son of a bitch!", Jake spat when he realized what it meant. He ignored Deuce who just asked what was going on and started to make a plan to keep Holt locked down one more weekend.
Holt hadn't been out of all weekend as far as Jackson knew. And when this used to happen, Holt would play a trick on him by setting an alarm whenever he wanted. The thing was, it shouldn't be whenever Jake was with Nefera because she would freak out if he turned into Holt in front of her.
All-day long, Jake tried to find a way to go to this party without turning into Holt. He ended up with a shitty plan that might be working if he was lucky. Wearing earplugs because he would pretend to have otitis. What. A. Shitty. Plan.
Jake sighed and raised his head from his arms when he heard the teacher calling him.
"Mr. Jekyll, you'll partner up with Miss Phantom. Mr. Gordon with Miss Wolf…", he heard the teacher call different names.
Jake soon turned his attention to Operetta, whose face had turned blank when she had heard with whom she had been assigned to. If Jake didn't know better, he would've been offended that the redhead didn't seem to be thrilled to work with him, but after two years of studying with monsters, he'd accustomed himself to the fact that most of the monsters didn't want to work with a human, most of the time, because they assumed he would suck at any monstrous subject. He hoped the diva had heard the instructions because he hadn't listened to the teacher since he had granted them at the beginning of the class.
Operetta stood and waited until Deuce joined Clawdeen so she could sit next to Jake. He watched her cross her arms and legs and started to doubt her interest in History. She avoided his gaze for a moment before she looked straight at his face as she analyzed him, making Jackson uncomfortable.
"You got hurt pretty bad.", she said as she spoke to him for the first time and it took Jake a few seconds before he understood that she was mentioning his scars from the cafeteria fight.
"Apparently.", he answered as he analyzed her too.
She had her black and red hair tied in a messy bun and half of her face was hidden under a partial mask. She had a tattoo sleeve on the left arm and wore clothes from another decade. It was common knowledge that she loved music, but the several keynotes she had tattooed on her arm marked it even more, and Jake thought he would kill Holt if that dumbass got a tattoo about music. Jake sniffed as to break the silence as he just realized something.
"Wait. Holt had a fight with your boyfriend, didn't he?", he asked as he frowned.
"Yes, that asshole did. He started the whole thing by making sly remarks to Johnny.", she said with an undertone of annoyance. "By the way, if you could not let Holt know that you and I have to work together, I'd be forever grateful."
He stared at her, curious, before connecting all the dots mentally. Well, Holy shit.
"Wait, you and Holt?", he said pointing a finger at her in realization.
He saw her raise an eyebrow at him before she started to explain to him that they would have to work on this for several weeks.
When Holt woke up again, he was fully dressed and standing in front of a palace. He could feel something heavy onto him and when he turned around he saw that Frankie had climbed his back. He laughed and frowned at her before he saw her handing an earplug at him, making him realize the other one was still in one of his ears. Motherfucker.
"I thought you could enjoy some time out. It's been a few weeks since I have seen you, I missed you.", said the green girl as she descended his back and turned around to hug him, her arms around his neck.
"Hey Boltie, what day are we?", he said as he delicately took her arms off of his neck. He hated it when he interacted with people before he had the time to situate himself, time and place.
"Saturday 26 March 2016. And you are currently at a party."
He blinked. He had been asleep for two weeks. Fucking Jerkyll. Ignoring Frankie's gibberish, he took his phone out and checked for his voicemail.
"You've got one new message. Monday, March 21st at 5:37 PM. Hey Holt. It's Jake. I just wanted to let you know that your precious little Operetta and I are working together on a group project. So I wanted to make a deal with you. You let me go to Saturday's party, and I will let you accidentally interrupt our working sessions. That is, if you want to win her back, which I guess you do since you had a fight with her boyfriend.", Holt heard his alter-ego chuckle. "You know, I pictured you doing a lot of things but you certainly were the last person I thought would fight for a girl. Anyway, I shall let you. I have important things to do. Bye Lover Boy."
Frankie saw Holt losing his smile as he listened to the voicemail Jackson had left him. The blue boy let out a sigh, nearly ready to give up and give the control back to his human-self, but he caught a glimpse of Operetta and her translucent boyfriend kissing and he resigned himself. He knew Rita. He knew her and he knew the looks she would give when she was in love. He saw her giving these looks to Johnny Spirit.
Frankie followed his gaze and returned to his face only to see him looking down at his shoes. He just had his heartbroken, just like she had a week earlier.
"Hey", she said as she put her hand on his left cheek. "Plenty of fish in the sea, right?" He smiled at her shyly. "And lucky you, it turns out that tonight, all of the fishes are in Cleo de Nile's palace for Laura's birthday."
She raised his chin with her fingers so that he would look at the palace. A grin took place on his face and he took Frankie's hand as they both entered the de Niles' palace.
He'd been here for two hours when he decided to go get some booze. He had fun dancing with his friends but his mind always tricked him by making him think back at Rita. He had been sad when they had ended things but he had always thought he would get her back. After all, they were Holt and Operetta, nothing could tear them apart, right? He chuckled, bullshit. Maybe he should have let Jackson out, tonight. It hurt less to be unconscious than to see the person you like the most with the person she loves.
Holt let out an annoyed sigh when he felt Jackson's phone buzz for at least the fifteenth time in his back pocket. He retrieved the object from his pocket and looked at the screen before he turned the phone off. This 'N.' person had been calling and texting since Holt arrived and he hadn't managed to satisfy his curiosity by breaking Jake's password. He started to think that this 'N' guy might be a dealer and it made him laugh to think that little Jakey would ever smoke weed.
Holt had tried and didn't like it for the slightest. He didn't have much time for himself when he was awake so he wanted to enjoy every minute, thus, he couldn't risk getting dependent on something as filthy as a drug. He already had to deal with Jackson's mistakes and dependence on nicotine. Holt had had one cigarette from time to time but his human-self had become addicted and now so was his body.
Letting out a sigh, he went at the buffet to pour himself a generous drink. He needed to enjoy his time awake and thinking of Rita wasn't how he would be able to have fun. He glared at the brewing called 'poisoned apple', before choosing it as his go-to of the night. As he poured himself a glass, he felt an insistent look on him and raised his head to encounter a pair of hazelnut eyes. He saw the girl's jaw drop when he smiled at her and he swallowed a laugh. What was wrong with this woman?
He saw her approaching him slightly, and he could see her better now that she wasn't hidden in her dark corner anymore. She had her dark blonde hair tied in a high ponytail that ended just below her shoulders, she didn't wear a lot of makeup but her skin was flawless, and she wore a bronze silk dress that hugged her curves tight enough so that he could tell she wasn't wearing any panty. He kept himself from gulping at her sight, what on Earth would such a beautiful creature be doing here?
She got closer to him and gave him a suspicious look.
"Jake?", she asked, wary as she frowned.*
He chuckled. Of course.
"Nope, the coolest one, Holt Hyde!", he said after he bowed theatrically.
For fuck sake, Hyde, what's wrong with you?
"Oh, sorry, I took you for a friend of mine.", she said before she let out a sigh.
Good God, why did you bow at her? Now she thinks you're a douche.
"Don't worry, I get that a lot. Jackson and I share the same body.", he said before looking at his shoes. "He just disappears whenever the music is too loud and then, I get to take the control." He finished before smiling at her.
And she didn't smile back. She frowned even more at him and he could see she was getting angry.
"Excuse me?", she asked as she crossed her arms on her chest. "What do you mean 'you share the same body'?"
He was amused whenever he had to explain this to someone. Most people couldn't understand how it was possible to share one's body with another being. "We are the same person, well, not really. I'm hotter but cooler, and he's kind of lame, I must admit. But anyway, he turns into me if the music reaches a certain volume.", he said with a smile.
He stared at her, she looked older than the other girls at the party. Hotter, too. She definitely had more… Assets than the girls he knew, even more than Rita.
"Now that's something one must tell his girlfriend, don't you think?", she said as she sighed again and he could see her getting angrier.
"Wait, Jakey has a girlfriend?", he asked cheerfully.
Well, if this isn't some big news! Who could date that sucker? Oh, that must be that 'N.' girl, that's why he wanted to come here tonight, he had a date waiting for him., he thought as he scanned the room with his eyes, looking for a girl that would seem annoyed and waiting for a never-coming date. His eyes fell back into the hazelnuts ones', and he realized that this gorgeous was the only one that looked like she had been stood up.
"You're his girlfriend?!", he exclaimed himself. "Man, the guy has better taste in women than he has in everything."
"Shhh… Will you shut up? It's a secret. No one knows we're dating and I'd like it to remain that way.", the beauty said.
He bit his lower lip as he eyed her high ponytail and pictured himself pulling at it in a not-that-friendly position. His eyes lingered on her body as he looked down at her. Her cleavage was hidden but he could tell her breasts wouldn't fit in his hands and she had one hell of a booty, he wished he could spank it. He stiffed has he felt himself getting hard and jealous of one Jackson fucking Jekyll.
Did they had sex, already? Is Jake still a virgin? Did she take his virginity? Oh for fuck sake, how I wish she would have taken mine.
"So, huh, what's your name? Sorry but Jake never told me about you. He was probably scared I would steal you away from him.", he said with a grin he wanted charming.
"I'm Nefera de Nile. Cleo's older sister.", she said, ignoring Holt's latest comment. "Hey, hum… Is there any way for Jake to… Be here? Instead of you? No offense, of course."
He was offended. No, he won't let Jake fuck his gorgeous girlfriend tonight, and besides that, he hadn't been out for more than a week. Hence, no, he wouldn't let Jake take the control.
"Sorry hot stuff, it's not my choice. Your precious boyfriend will be back in the morning. Meanwhile, I'm going to enjoy the night and the pretty girls it has to offer. Have a nice night, doll face.", he told her as he started to go towards the others.
"Wait! There's no way I watch the body of my boyfriend flirting and kissing someone else in front of me. I know it's not fair for you but please, don't.", she pleaded as she really looked sad and desperate.
Holt wasn't an asshole, especially to pretty women. And she was not pretty, she was beyond that. The kind to give you a boner with a simple look.
"You're lucky you're hotter than any other girl here. I promise I will keep it in my pants tonight, but baby girl, you owe me.", he raised his glass to her while saying it.
"Thank you", she said before getting closer to him. Her thigh touched his crotch as she leaned to his ear. "I made your body cum three times last night, so no, I don't owe you a thing."
He gulped and watched her leave as she turned to smile to him when leaving the room. Fuck. She was something. Something worth fighting for. His smile grew as he took a sip of his drink. He'd found himself a new distraction.
*In the one-shot, which is written from Nefera's POV, she recognizes Jake's features and piercing, and she wonders why would Jake disguise himself into a monster, before talking to Holt.
