Ever since Piper's infamous text message to her this morning, Alex had been racking her brain trying to figure out what Plan B meant but knowing Piper it could mean a million different things.
"Maybe it has to do with a pony." Nicky had teased her when they met for six o'clock drinks after her work shift.
"Seriously, Nicole?"
Alex had rolled her eyes in pure annoyance at her best friend. Trying to pull a page from Piper's devious brain proved to be an exceptional challenge and that added more to Alex's annoyance.
She's never known anyone more infuriating.
"Think Vause." Nicky told her. "Take a page from your book. What would your Plan B be if the roles were reversed?"
Alex pondered that over her glass of whiskey.
So this is a "What would Alex do"? kind of thing and she was absolutely clueless. She might've been reckless and all sorts of other things when she was in High School but she doesn't know what the old her would've done.
She'd have to actually like her teachers and attend their classes to even have a crush on one of them to begin with.
As much as it infuriated her, Alex also had to admit she was looking forward to what Plan B meant.
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It was two o'clock in the morning when she woke up to the knock on her door. Cursing under her breath, Alex slipped out of bed and slipped a robe on. She's known Nicky to come around this late but she normally calls to let Alex know that she's coming.
Walking past the kitchen, through the dining room and living room, Alex walked towards the door; still sleepily she flicked a light on and flew the door open.
She had to remove her glasses and rub her eyes in order to be sure because the person at her front door at this ungodly hour in the middle of the night wasn't her crazy best friend, Nicky. It was Piper Chapman.
"Piper?" She questioned, putting her glasses back on. "What are you doing here?"
Piper chuckled. "Late night booty call." She joked as she pushed past Alex.
Alex stood frozen in front of the open door. She was so stunned; she didn't even know what to say. How is Piper here?
Then it dawned on her and her eyes widen.
What would Alex do?
Ah! This is Plan B.
"Well, come on in." She snapped out of it with a roll of her eyes and her tone filled with sarcasm as she closed the door behind her.
She turned around and Piper was looking around the place, taking in the beauty of her home and scrutinizing through personal pictures.
It was a two story modern renovated house. The space is wide and everything looked opulent. Alex-like, just as Piper thought.
Travertine floors, floor to ceiling windows overlooked the view of the crystal clear white sand beach in the back. Vintage chandeliers, whitewashed walls and deep blue color blocking gave the place a rustic and modern flair and a neutral base that showcased the eclectic collection of classical art on the walls, workmanship, and mismatched decor and furnishings. Classic and vintage modern silhouettes and pieces took it from plain to chic in a very Alex-like style.
The backyard though still in renovation was coming perfectly together. Tall green trees were aligned together along the coast of the beach. A wooden pergola with a huge swinging hammock in the middle of a pond was specifically put in place for afternoon reading, drinking ice tea while watching the sunset or catching a full moon. Lush greens and flowering plants surrounded it next to a small tiki bar and the white sand beach just rolled into beautiful waves in the background.
Though it didn't look like Alex made much use of it, the kitchen was the best and probably biggest part of the house with its large walls. Piper's brain was already going over a few things they could do on that kitchen floor. It was a gold southern style kitchen decorated in warm light colors: antique white with a shade of walnut glaze. It's very own farmhouse sink, white cabinets and a beautiful oven made simply to bake delicious desserts. The fridge was connected to a wine cabinet and storage cabinets. It was like your own personal little grocery shop. You just walk in there and pick your ingredient and cook up a goddamn feast. A table with six seatings' completed the mix in the dining room.
The living room though was indescribably stunning. Warm rugs and antique couches gave it a comfortable and friendly vibe. The heavy bookcase, the elegant piano and old fireplace made the place look more home-y.
It was a beautiful home. Too beautiful to afford for the income a teacher makes.
Piper thought so, but however, that's not what her imminent, unexpected visit was about.
"How are you here?" Alex asked.
"Hm," Piper picked up a picture frame from the glass table in the living room and looked at it.
It was a picture of Alex with an older looking woman. They were the spitting image of each other. Same eyes, the same ridiculous sexy "fuck me" smirk. The only difference was that Alex was a redhead at the time.
But as cute as the picture was, something about the older woman in the picture seemed familiar to Piper. Kind of like she's seen her before or even heard of her.
And then it hit her… a few years back, that same woman was holding a book signing at Staples Center for her new novel.
"Is she your mother?" She turned to Alex and asked.
Great— Alex thought.
"Yeah." She nodded. "Diane Vause is my mother."
"The Diane Vause?" Piper questioned, not wanting to believe her ears. How could she have missed that? "And you didn't think that this was something I'd want to know? This woman is only like the best writer ever…"
Alex scoffed. Not the first time she's heard that. After all, she did inherit the talent but unlike her mother, she doesn't publish.
"How do you know where I live?" Alex asked again.
Piper put the picture back where she took it and looked at Alex. "I love technology," She proceeded to say as she ran her fingers across the glass table. "I'm all for computers and all that other electronical crap because they're good for researching anything, really." She said.
Alex sighed.
"But I'm old school." Piper continued. "It's funny how you can find just about anyone's address in an address book. Isn't that crazy?"
Fucking address books. Clever.
"You shouldn't be here, Piper." Alex said.
"Why?" Piper asked. "Because I kissed you and you kissed me back?" She teased with a grin. "Or is it because you like me— no, wait, scratch that… you want me, don't you, Alex?"
Alex ran her fingers through her dark hair. Couldn't Piper do this at a more reasonable hour? Like when she can actually think rationally and not sleep-deprived? Two o'clock in the morning, she doesn't want to deal with this.
"Jesus Christ, Piper." She sighed.
"Did you know that I turned eighteen, like two hours ago?" Piper asked.
Alex raised her eyebrows.
All part of Plan B.
Oh she's good.
"Happy birthday." She replied.
"I thought birthday wishes came with presents?" Piper continued to further tease.
"Are you fucking kidding me? It's two o'clock in the morning, Piper." Alex said reasonably. "Forgive me for not having a cake with eighteen candles for you to blow or a shitload of wrapped up gifts in my closet to give to you."
"It's okay." Piper chuckled. "I know a way you can make it up to me."
Alex looked up as Piper begin to walk towards her. "You need to leave Piper."
"Damn woman," Piper said, feigning offence. "That's no way to treat the birthday girl." She slid down the nearest couch and begin to unbutton the buttons of her blouse one by one.
"You know, I don't normally do this." Piper told her.
"Do what?" Alex asked. "Show up at your teacher's house at two o'clock in the morning and proceeding to take your clothes off?"
Piper nodded with a smile. "Yeah." She replied. "I mean, you're hot. You know that right?"
Alex didn't necessarily reply to that but she knew. There's something about her, it's all the eyes and that stupid, sexy fucking smirk that says she knows she's hot shit and people are genuinely attracted to her and get turned on by her— especially horny eighteen year old teenagers.
Ahem... If a certain blonde was any indication.
"But I also know that you want me," Piper stood up. Half the buttons on her blouse were open, showing off her black bra that carried the weight of her perfectly, perky breasts.
Alex glanced— she tried not to but she couldn't.
Vause, you cannot let this happen. Think about what you're doing. She's your student. Control your fucking whore-mones.
"We can't do this." Alex said. "You need to leave right now Piper and forget that I live here."
"Why?" Piper asked.
"Because…"
"Why?" Piper asked again.
"Because I'm your teacher, that's why!" Alex yelled. "And I certainly don't want to go to prison for you."
She rarely screamed or yelled at anybody but there's only so much of this she can handle because she does desperately want Piper but she can't have her and it's frustrating because she's Alex fucking Vause and she always gets what she wants.
It doesn't even freaking matter that she's of age and while it's good to know that she won't be charged with statutory rape now, the fact of the matter is, she's still Piper's teacher.
Piper's eyes lit up. "One night Alex. No one's gonna know. Give us one night and we can fuck like monkeys, get it out of our system and by the end of it, if I'm still not what you want, I promise I'll stop pursuing whatever this is."
Unbelievable.
Alex's eyebrows shot up. Does she even know how tempting her offer is?
"No." She forced the word out. She had to be able to say she tried and at least walk away with a little bit of her dignity.
"Give me one good reason why not." Piper demanded. "And none of that bullshit excuse about being my teacher because we both know that's a load of shit. As far as I'm concerned I stopped being your student May 23rd. And graduation is a week and a half away."
Alex's hands were tied. She had no good reason.
"Okay, let me ask you this. If I was just a girl you didn't know and we met for the first time at the bar, would you have taken me home then?" Piper asked.
"Yes!" Alex exclaimed. "Abso-fucking-lutely yes! I would've taken you home and use you for my own personal pleasure and then it would've been just that because I wouldn't give a shit. Because I'm a horrible fucking person." She explained. "But that's the thing Piper. You're not just a fucking girl or a stranger I could've met at a bar. You're you. You're brilliant and extraordinary and a fucking handful." She added. "You deserve better." That part she let out in a whisper.
How dare she make her question herself?
Oh damn her.
A smile rear its way across Piper's lips. "But I don't want better because you know what better is? Betters' good on paper. I won't be the beautiful blonde with a full miserable life of golf dinners, brunch with boring fucking people and even more boring conversation and sometimes if the schedule fits, decent sex where if I'm lucky, I get to fake an orgasm. Not even fucking. Sex." She winced at the sound of that. Is this what she was signing up for with Larry on the long run? "I don't fucking want better because that better life I just described— that person who will live it, it won't ever be me. I'm flesh and blood and I want wild adventure, earth-shattering orgasm, and laughter. I want you, Alex Vause."
With that said, Piper let her blouse fall on the floor as she looked into Alex's exhausted green eyes.
"You see the tattoo on my hips?" She asked.
Alex speechlessly took two steps back to take better look of the tattoo.
It was a Polynesian print with the words "Fate doesn't care about plans" written in black ink.
Alex has seen it before— well only parts of it whenever Piper would wear open-cut dresses and short tank tops that left cleavage of her stomach. But this is the first time she's seen it fully. It started from both sides of her hip bones and ended up to her ribs.
"Yeah?" Alex replied with curious raised eyebrows. "What about it?" She asked.
"Fate doesn't care about plans…" Piper quoted with a sad smile then sat back on the couch.
Suddenly, Alex couldn't help but feel like it was more than some stupid tattoo to look cool. Maybe all the ink Piper has, have sentimental meanings— unlike hers that are just personal drawn art she got when she was young and stupid.
"I was seven years old-" Piper begin. "It was the weekend of my little brother Cal's fifth birthday and we were driving to a cabin that my father had rented in Colorado for the weekend." Hot tears pricked through her eyes, making them glow as soon as she begin to relive this tragic moment. "We had the whole weekend planned." She smiled. "My mother was going to bake a nice, delicious chocolate fudge cake. Then me, my other brother Danny and my dad were going to play the guitar and sing Cal happy birthday as soon as the clock strike midnight on his birthday and we were all going to eat a nice piece of cake and drink milk to celebrate." She said. "That was the plan." A tear rolled down her cheek onto her lips as the flashbacks of that night hit her. "We were on the road and it started pouring really hard— hailed even with loud lightning and thunder. And then at some point, to our unfortunate luck, we ran out of gas in the middle of the road near a river. God, I was so fucking scared."
She was back there again. A scared seven year old little girl trapped in a car seat in the back of her father's S.U.V, clinging onto her favorite Dalmatian stuffed animal—Yoda, as she cried for her mother.
"While Danny was telling me to shut up and my mother reprimanded him for telling me to shut up, Cal woke up from his sleep because I wouldn't stop crying—"She continued, eyes still and frozen at the glass table in front of her. "My mom managed to calm me down at some point and my dad decided to try and see if he could run five miles in the rain to the nearest gas station. My mom was against it— they argued about it for a little bit but they compromised on it because if we were going to get out of there, it was the only way." Piper's heart rate began to increase, her airway was suddenly blocked and Alex wanted her to stop, bring her back but she refused. She wanted to tell Alex the whole story. "As my dad was unbuckling his seat belt a bright light came flashing at us from a far distance but when my dad raised his head, he saw a black propane truck coming towards us out of control. The person driving the car was honking at us to move but with no gas, there's no way we could've. Danny was helping Cal and me out of our car seats as fast as he could but the next thing I knew, the truck ran into us and drove us off the road into the river."
…
"I woke up the next morning in a hospital bed— no mother, no father, no family."
Alex's heart broke in her chest for the young girl who lost everything that night. Suddenly, it all made sense. The rain... Piper's anxiety attack in her class that morning a few months ago.
It all made sense. Piper's just a kid and what happened to her isn't fair.
Many times she's dropped clues about how fucked up she is and she can't imagine what losing her parents and sibling was like. And she didn't even know the after part that led her here today, in her living room at a quarter to three o'clock in the morning.
She continued. "Not even Yoda." A chuckle escaped Piper's lips. "I didn't speak to anyone or eat or even look at anything." She said. "I stayed on that hospital bed for hours with an IV needle sticking in my arm, ten stitches on my eyebrow and a cast on my left leg until a nurse came and told me that my little brother was asking for me."
Piper finally looked away from the glass table and up at Alex. She hadn't even realized she was crying until Alex closed the distance between them, joined her on the couch and wiped away her tears.
"Hours later, some lady from social services and a child trauma therapist came and explained to us that we were going to be placed with some different people in a new home." Piper snapped out of it. Anything after that moment was too painful to talk about so she never tries to remember them in details because she purposely chooses to block them out which isn't good but she doesn't care enough to live through all this pain again.
"Fate doesn't care about plans." Piper repeated. "We were just going away for the weekend to celebrate my little brother's birthday and I lost everything that night."
Alex licked her lips and offered Piper a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry." She finally spoke for the first time in the last twenty something minutes. "I'm soooo so sorry, Pipes."
Alex would've never guessed that Piper carried so much pain with her every day because she's always so energetic and alive, you know? But yet, she's been through more shit than anybody Alex knows (that's just based on what she knows so far.) And in the face of it all, Piper still smiles which to Alex, is pretty damn amazing and inspiring.
Alex grabbed her hand and caressed her palm as she pushed a strand of blonde locks behind the teenage girl's ears. "I had no idea."
Of course she didn't. She couldn't have known.
"I coped." Piper said. "Years of therapy helped and now, I don't think about them as much anymore. Last year I even forgot about the day of the anniversary of their death. I didn't even remember what that day was until later that night, when I was laying in bed and I found myself feeling… relived that I didn't remember."
Alex understood that. "It's okay that you felt relieved. It's okay that you're getting past all of it and moving on." She told Piper.
She wanted Piper to know that it was okay to live without feeling guilty.
"Hm yeah," Piper nodded. "I know that." She said. "I used to feel so guilty about it, you know? But now I just look at it that way— they died and my brother and I survived." It's the first time she's actually said those words out loud. She's thought about it like that but actually saying it felt like a huge weight was lifted off her shoulders. After all these years. She chuckled. "As twisted and unfair as it was—or is, I think there must be a reason why I survived that accident that night. And whatever reason that may be— I still don't know it yet."
"You survived because you're destined for greatness, kid." Alex tried to make light of the conversation.
And it worked.
Piper smiled at her from the corner of her eyes. "I've never told anyone any of this before because I don't like talking about it." She stopped tapping her feet on the floor as she came down from her anxiety of revisiting that night again. "But I told you, Alex." She sniffled.
Yeah. She did and Alex didn't know what to say.
She hated being in situations like this. One of the reasons she had few friends and doesn't do personal baggage is because she didn't do emotional baggage but somehow, it's Piper and she wants nothing more to just make it all go away for her.
Piper sighed when Alex didn't say anything.
"I didn't tell you my sad, tragic life story so you could sit and feel sorry for me." Piper said. "I'm way past that."
"I'm not being pitiful." Alex said. "It's just… some fucked up shit has happened to you."
Piper laughed.
Now that the understatement of the year.
"Look at me," Piper commanded.
Green met blue and a moment of silence fell between them before Piper spoke again.
"There's no sugar coating the shit I've been through, okay? This is me underneath the surface. I'm not perfect. A little fucked up, maybe but I'm not broken." She said. "The point of telling you all of this is so you know what you're dealing with." She licked her dry lips and Alex could feel heat radiating to her core even though she knew Piper didn't do it intentionally but then again— she can't be too sure about that. "If you wanna be with me, then nothing else matters." She said.
Right…
"Just fuck the law and everything else. Take the plunge and fucking be with me because if you're willing to do that, I swear on everything that I have left, I'll meet you in the middle and see where this goes between us. If we're on the same page, I'm willing to do whatever it takes."
And she meant it… whatever it takes.
"But if you're waiting for me to graduate and not be your student anymore to admit that you want me and want to be with me—by then it might be too late because between now and then, I don't know what might happen. I don't control fate because if I did, my parents and my brother would still be alive."
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Pause.
…
"So come on," Piper stood up and redeemed back to her old task of stripping out of her clothes. "You said you didn't do this… that you didn't catch feeling and that I am too young for you." She kicked off her TOM's as she begin to unbutton her jeans. "Fuck it. I don't have experience with older, lesbian women— or any women for the matter but I'm willing to learn. I want this." She slid her pants down her legs. "I want you. I wanna know every single thing about you, Alex Vause. I wanna know what you taste like." She unclasped her bra and let it fall freely on the cold marbled floor. She was all exposed and vulnerable now and she felt if Alex rejected one more time, she just might die.
What was she even thinking? Coming here, sounding all desperate and pathetic; stripping her clothes off?
Who does that?
"Do what you do best," She said, her tone almost daring. "Teach me."
Alex's lips part to say something but nothing came out.
Piper sighed desperately. After all this, Alex's resistance sting a little. "Come on, I know you've had better but am I really that bad, Alex?" She asked throwing her hands in the air.
Alex can't believe it. Didn't she realize what she was doing to her? Piper's body was so fluorescent under the dim lit light and she glowed. She was perfect in Alex's eyes— fragile even. So perfect and fragile that it scared the crap out of her to know that this beautiful blonde girl was literally begging her to take body and do unspeakable things to her.
"Piper-"Her tone broke in a whisper.
"Teach me."
…
"Show me that I've not been holding you to such high standards for no reasons." Piper said. "Let me see the Alex Vause that made me melt in her arms when she kissed me a couple of weeks ago."
She was testing Alex and she knew it.
"Woman the fuck up and do what you do best, damn it!"
"Teach me."
That was the last straw for Alex.
She stood up and looked at Piper from head to toe. She found herself drinking in every single part of the young girl's body. She's the picture of perfection
Alex lift a hand, her eyes filled with lust, and hunger for the young girl as she continued to study her. Her fingernails running across Piper's face, down her jaw line.
"If we do this, we can't go back. You have to know that, Piper." Alex whispered, in that rough, sultry voice that attracted Piper to her in her first place.
"I- I wouldn't want to." Piper said.
"You're sure about that?" Alex asked.
It was one night, right? They would get their fill of each other and move the hell on.
Sounds like a win-win.
"Yes." Piper nodded.
"God, you're so fucking beautiful."
A soft brush of Alex's lips at the base of her neck had Piper gasping for more. It was just a feathery touch, but she desired more, needed more, yearned for more and she wanted it now.
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I stopped here and I know it's a little cruel but I think waiting for what's next should be exciting. Anyways, this is it for this chapter so I hoped you guys liked it. Leave your reviews and let me know what you thought!