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BANG. BANG.
"What's going on in there? I have to pee!" Howleen whined outside the door.
Clawd allowed Deuce to hop off the counter, though for a split second he thought about tossing the gorgon in the shower to hide. "We'll be right out, Deuce was hurling."
"It certainly doesn't sound like it anymore!" She whined again. "I'm gonna wet the floor out here!"
"Do it, blame Clawnor."
"Hey! I haven't had an accident in a long time..."
Clawd kissed Deuce one more time, just deepening it prior to the doorknob being tried. "Okay!"
The door swung open as soon as it was unlocked and Clawd dodged the smaller werewolf but Deuce had gotten pushed out of the bathroom, long enough to have the bathroom door shut behind him and locked. They heard whimpering, a stream of urine and the biggest sigh of relief they had ever heard.
Clawd and Deuce both laughed, though their faces were both beet red still from their bathroom rendezvous.
He pushed the wolf up against the wall before stealing one last kiss. Once hearing the toilet flush the gorgon pulled away and headed towards the kitchen to see what rest of the group was up to, wearing a devilish smile on his face.
"Such an ass..." Clawd caught his breath and tried to gather the many confused, enlightened, estranged feelings that were whirling around within his mind. That boy was driving him crazy… but Clawd was positive he liked it.
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Deuce tapped the steering wheel to the beat of the fast-paced drum solo blasting on his vehicle stereo while he waited for a certain Miss de Nile, that Monday. He sighed, he was always here on time and she made him wait every single time. He swore that she just sat up in her room for an extra 20 minutes every morning when he arrived just to make him believe she was getting dolled up for him. But it wasn't for him, it was never just for Deuce. Cleo de Nile had an addiction to the spotlight, just as her sister did.
Too bad there wasn't a rehab for vanity.
"Turn that ruckus off!" She signaled, finally knocking on the window.
The best thing about wearing sunglasses was the fact that he could roll his eyes whenever he wanted and no one really saw the difference. Today, he wore the sunglasses that Clawdeen gave to him, as he was wearing a dark band hoodie with a pair of faded grey denim jeans. They paired well with the pants he chose to wear. After another couple knocks he finally turned the radio down and let the entitled, Egyptian Princess open the passenger side. "About time," she commented. Turning the radio to a station that only she liked. Why did she have to touch his car stereo? He hated when she did that. "step on it, we're a bit later than usual."
Deuce didn't want to feel like a chauffeur or servant to Cleo anymore. He was done. With it, with her – all of it. "Well who's fault is that? 'Cause I was on time." Deuce snapped as he shifted the car into gear. Oh boy he couldn't wait to get to class, at least Cleo wouldn't be there.
After about a minute of listening to Cleo's music, if that's what anyone called it, Deuce turned the radio off. He would rather listen to nothing then what sounded like the same song another 27 times.
"Why are you in a mood?" Cleo folded her arms over her chest and sat back in the uncomfortable seat. "I thought I told you to upgrade this old bucket of bolts?" She reminded Deuce, sighing as she realized another weekend passed and he hadn't listened to her… again.
"If you have an issue with my car, you can always walk to school." Deuce informed her when stopping for a red light. Debating if he just wanted to push her out now and continue on his way. Really wouldn't be any sweat off his back. Also maybe Cleo would finally get the hint to stop insulting his car just because it wasn't the latest model. He liked it and that was all that should matter.
Cleo heaved a dramatic sigh. "I'm only looking out for you. Having the latest model has the best safety features. I have bruises from your seatbelts-" just then Cleo shrieked, nearly causing Deuce to swerve off the road.
What the hell?!
"Is this a canine hair?!" She asked, now studying it as if it were the most fascinating thing on earth. "I demand to know where this came from… Deuce, considering you clean this sloppy-jaloppy often… wait, you do clean this thing, don't you?"
"Excuse you, you make it sound like I drive a rust bucket. This is far from that." Deuce said rather annoyed at his passenger, regretting not pushing her out at the red light. "And yes I clean it daily." The gorgon cursed under his breath for not deep cleaning yesterday.
It was hard to have deep cleaned when he spent all weekend at the Wolf's residence. In all reality, he totally preferred to hang out with them as opposed to Cleo. They were appreciative, warm, welcoming and they did not judge. "Deuce?! Where the hell did this hair come from?" Her brain automatically jumped to the worst conclusion. She stopped everything in mid-shock. Her face turned from shock to anger. "DEUCE – may Ra help you if you continue to ignore me."
"You won't let me ignore you, so no worries about that Cleo." The gorgon snapped back. He pulled into his normal parking spot, man he couldn't wait for class.
Cleo rolled her eyes and folded her arms over her chest. "Why would you want to ignore me, Deuce?" She asked him, she made sure her voice was just as strong as her facade, Cleo had a lot of practice doing so. Royalty never showed emotion.
"Why does it bother you what happens in my car?" He asked her suddenly.
"Is that what's bothering you?" She reached out to caress his cheek when he pulled away. Ouch! "D-Deuce..."
He shifted his gaze away and sighed. "I don't get why it matters what happens in my vehicle when I'm not supposed to be bothered by who you put your lips on, Cleo." He stated. "I mean, since you can see whoever you want, why can't I?"
Cleo was shocked. Who told him that she kissed another? She had been so careful to keep it on the down low. "I'd know this hair anywhere..." She began, refusing to answer his question, which only made her look guiltier. "It's werewolf hair."
"If you want out of this relationship, please lemme know. Because personally - I'm done. I'm done with the mind games Cleo, hell I don't even know which mood swing you're having on the daily. I'm tired of feeling like a servant instead of a boyfriend. I'm over you thinking you're better then me... you're not princess. I'm sick of wearing a fake smile and pretending that we love with each other when clearly we don't. I just wanna move on." The gorgon finally snapped, he been holding his emotions back so long that it all came pouring out.
Instead of becoming vulnerable, Cleo turned up her defense, it was easier to upset people than it was to let them know she was weak. "Why Clawdeen, Deuce? Why her?"
"How about you mind your own damn business, Cleo? Call your dad and tell him his wishes just come true. We're over. Find your own way home 'cause I won't be your chauffeur anymore." The gorgon hissed back taking his keys out of the ignition. "Now get outta my car and my life."
"You cannot speak to me that way I'm a de Nile!" She tried to argue but Deuce unlocked the passenger side door and challenged her with a glare. "You've never disrespected me like this before..." Her bottom lip began to quiver ever so slightly.
"You've never given me a reason to do so before." He argued back. "Admit it, Cleo. Admit that you cheated on me."
"You'll take me back?" She mumbled.
Deuce raised a curious brow. "What was that?"
Cleo swallowed a hard lump in her throat. "Deuce I-"
He pulled out his phone, scrolled to the gallery and found the picture of Cleo and her tongue down another manster's throat. "A picture says a thousand words Cleo... I gave you multiple times to confess what you did. I had this before you got back from your 'family' thing." He took his phone back before she could delete it and call him a liar. "The fact that this photo screams a thousand words is nothing compared to what your silence tells me."
Cleo couldn't help the tears from falling. "It meant nothing Deuce, I promise! It was meaningless!"
"Yeah?" He scoffed. "Meaningless to who Cleo? You?" He put his keys away and grabbed his backpack from the backseat. He got out of the car, slamming the door shut and he opened her door. He leaned on it, peering into the vehicle where she still sat. "I could've possibly forgiven the cheating had you admitted it to me. But the fact that you continued to keep it secret? I clearly can't trust you, not now. Not ever again."
He stepped back and Cleo sniffled. She grabbed her school bag and stepped out, her eyes watering still. "Deuce-"
"No Cleo, don't. Don't contact me, don't corner me - leave me alone... forever."
She ran off towards the school to leave Deuce simmer in his thoughts.
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Nefera de Nile sighed as she stood by the Maul entrance with her grande scary berry acai refresher in hand, made to perfection every time from the Coffin Bean, she sipped on it patiently as she waited for her sister. Cleo left her a voicemail going on something about having an existential crisis at this point in her unlife? All Nefera heard was the words 'maul' and 'retail therapy' - both of what she was into.
It wasn't until Cleo entered through the spinning doors, mascara running down her face, that Nefera lightly gasped. "My Ra, you look hor-" she couldn't even finish her insult before her little sister ran to her, hugging her while sobbing into her shoulder.
"H..e.. b..b..br..broke.. u..u..up.. wi..with.. ME!" Cleo cried, barely able to get the words out as she continued to hug her sister for comfort.
Nefera felt her blood begin to boil. That pathetic gorgon boy broke up with a de Nile? How dare he! "Oh sweetie," she pulled away and wiped her sister's falling tears. "I always knew you were too good for him. Daddy knew so too." Part of her really wanted to pull the 'I told you so' card but she knew that Cleo was too fragile for that. "Shh, Cleo... let's freshen up and I'll buy you a whole new outfit. I promise, and that's a true de Nile promise."
Wiping the few last tears away, she sniffled. "There was this outfit I had my eyes..." Cleo started tearing up again remembering she wanted the outfit for her date with Deuce. "I miss him so much already, we were the it couple that everyone admired!"
This outing would be a challenge to stay dry... from Cleo's tears that was. She sighed. "Alright, let's talk about it. What did you two break up over now?" She was used to the two of them being on-again and off-again though she had to admit Cleo hadn't cried this hard over the other times.
"Well, apparently he found out that I… cheated. Well really wasn't cheating cause we did nothing but hang out and kiss a few times." A bit embarrassed, Cleo admitted to her sister.
Nefera eyed her sister suspiciously. "Cleo... do you have a pass-code on your phone?"
She nodded, but everyone did. That wasn't a crime.
"Did you give him the pass-code or freedom to check your phone?"
"No, but-"
"Did you have to delete your suggestive texts in case Deuce saw them?"
Cleo's gaze shifted downward, nodding.
"Sweetie, if you were doing those things before you kissed... you were already cheating."
Cleo folded her arms over her chest. "Who's side are you on?"
Nefera held up a hand in protest as she sipped her acai delight. "I'm just keeping it real, Cleo. You cheated on him. Of course he broke up with you. If you're gonna cheat, you're supposed to have some stealth to go along with it." They started walking towards their favorite clothing store: Corpse Couture.
"I guess, but I still want him back." Cleo informed her older sibling.
Nefera looked stunned for a moment. "I understand that... but how do you expect him to trust you? How did you even get caught anyway?"
"Not really sure, but some how he managed to get a picture of me… with another." The younger admitted.
Nefera didn't peg her sister for the cheating type, however it might be possible that she didn't know Cleo that well either. Perhaps it wasn't her business though. "Cleo... Deuce was stupidly loyal to you. Like, he would go to the end of the world and back if you so much as suggested it. You messed that up by cheating with... you can't say his name or you don't know his name? Her?"
Cleo heaved a sigh and frowned. "Him... I-I didn't get his name."
Nefera was starting to wonder if she could trust anything her sister said anymore. If she felt this way... she could imagine how the gorgon boy felt. Yikes. "Let's change the subject, look! Corpse Couture has a sale!" She didn't want to think about how untrustworthy her sister had become with a single confession.
