"Hey!" Splash! A small explosion of water was preceded by the yell, which was then doubled back with raucous laughter. The girl that had just been thrown into the pool resurfaced, moving her dark brown hair out of her face. She glared at the three girl that stood there laughing.
"Fucking bitches," she growled. "What? You said you wanted first dip, so there you go," the girl in the middle replied with a smirk. She was dark-skinned with thick, black hair styled in a Mohawk. Her hazel eyes were sparkling with mirth as she and the others laughed. "I hate you; you better not come in here if you know what's good for you," the girl in the pool threatened, the small, pink lip tattoo on her arm appearing to glitter in the water.
"Oh yeah right, Sasha. What are you gonna do, splash us to death?" the girl to the left of the first said, taunting as she leaned over a bit to get into her face. Her fiery red hair was left wild and loose, transitioning from a bright red to orange, making it look like her tresses were a downward-facing inferno. A second later, water was splashed into her face. She stepped back, sputtering a bit as her friends now laughed at her. "As a matter of fact, that's exactly what I'm going to do, Kay," Sasha said with a slight smile.
"Oh, you-"
A moment later the two were both in the pool tussling with one another, splashing and pushing. The other two girls, Kehlani and Ashley, loudly cheered them on, egging on the situation in hopes that it would become more than a simple water-cat-fight. Ashley was tall, with light brown skin and dark brown hair with red-dyed ends. Kehlani's hair was black with brown highlights, styled in a Mohawk with overly puffy ends.
"Pull her hair!" "Bite her!" "Go for the jaw!" "DROWN THE BITCH!"
Meanwhile, opposite to the fight, Morgan and her two other friends Sophie and Angel lay reclining in the sun, bikinis and sunglasses their choice of wear. The 'pool party' she had asked about a couple days ago turned into a farewell party of sorts. Except nobody was actually going anywhere.
After thinking on it more, Shane had decided that it would be the perfect opportunity for everyone to have some downtime together before he got back to work in a few days. Because once he was back on it, it would be nonstop planning, filming, travelling, editing, and everything else that came with getting the series together.
Ryland had not been too pleased with the decision, nor was he pleased with what had transpired unknowingly between the two just days prior.
"So you're a fucking rapist now?" Ryland was sitting on the bed, glowering at his so-called boyfriend. Shane had, just minutes before, smugly bragged about what he had done while he was passed on.
Shane was sitting across from the bed on a miniature couch adjacent to their revolving flatscreen. He glanced up at him from his phone, shrugging briefly before saying "It's not rape." "Yes it is, because I sure as hell didn't give you consent!" When he had woken up he was sore, bruised and slightly delirious. He hadn't remembered much of what happened, save for the little argument they had. Then Shane, for whatever reason chose to remind him in detail of what had occurred.
He seemed proud of it.
"I don't need your consent to do anything, smelly," he countered matter-of-factly. Ryland was about to argue but was interrupted with "You're mine, and I'll do whatever I want." "I'm not your fucking property you asshole. I'm sick of you treating it that way." Ryland had brought this up several times in the past when Shane for some reason felt like he was some stupid toy or the other.
It insulted him to be demeaned that way, and it grated him even further when Shane either did not seem bothered or would egg him on even more. "What do you mean how I treat it? This isn't a 'normal' relationship… or have you forgotten?" Shane cocked a brow questioningly, waiting for him to respond. "Puh, clearly not because your stupid ass can't even act like it!" "And how should I act, Ry-Ry, since you seem to have all the answers hmm?"
Ryland seemed to want to say something but couldn't. Instead he angrily stomped off to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
And now here he was, forced to sit-in on this ridiculous gathering. Shane had invited Andrew and Drew – all three of them combined were just as bad as all seven girls together in one room. Currently, he was doing his best to stay to himself, lounging on the opposite end of the pool away from the girls near the outdoor grill.
He could hear the shrieks of the ones in and near the pool and he cringed. "God I hate this," he muttered. "I hate this too." A new, mid tone voice joined his self-conversation. Standing before him was Drew, looking as bored as always. His long, thick black hair ended in sharp jags behind his back and with low hanging bangs. His tanned skin was left exposed from his chest to his torso, the tattoo of a knife on his leg drawn in a way that made it look like it was piercing his skin. He gave a half-smile and greeted him with a "What's up twink?"
Ryland groaned, his eyes hidden behind his sunglasses. "What do you want?" he inquired in the most uncaring tone possible. He honestly could care less about Shane's 'baby'. "Well, I would say that I want you dead, but then I'd have no one to bother." Drew then jumped into the pool, staying underneath the water for a minute before coming up again. He then proceeded to get out and shake his hair around. Water droplets flew, hitting Ryland and where he was sitting.
"Ugh! What's wrong with you?" "It's a party. What's wrong with you?" "At the moment, everything!" "Are you really fighting now?"
Ryland narrowed his eyes at the emergence of his boyfriend. Of course he has to show up now. "Come on, this is supposed to be fun – play nice you two," he chastised as though speaking to little children. "Well I'm not having fun. I'm over this shit." Without much else, Ryland got up to enter the house. As he sauntered off, Shane snickered and Drew took his seat, laying on the chair with a sigh.
"Your boyfriend's too high strung Shane; what'd you do to piss him off this time?" Drew asked, not even bothering to remove the still-wet hair that had gotten stuck to his face, hiding his eyes. "Dunno, don't care. I'll sort him out later." Andrew had come out of the house then and went to stand where they were. He held a cigarette to his lips, taking a slow pull before releasing it in a stream of greyish smoke.
"Nice hair dude," Andrew commented to Drew, who still had not done anything about it. Drew made a gesture with his hand and said "All about the moisture man." "Hey, you guys wanna know something?" Shane was looking across at the girls. At the moment, Morgan had sat up in her chair along with her friend Sophie; the two were talking to one another. His eyes slowly drifted over to Angel, the only one from the group that hadn't done much of anything since arriving. She had smooth pale skin and dusty blond hair styled in a long braid.
She was still soaking in the sun from her spot, a reflector held in her hands. "I think that girl's really hot." Drew partially removed the hair from his face to see who he was referring to. To him, all of Morgan's friends were hot. "Oh yeah, she's a good one," Andrew agreed, twirling his cig between two fingers. "How much you wanna bet that I could make a score?" "Wait, really? And this time you won't take the money back when you lose?" Shane kicked Drew's chair in retaliation, causing him to nearly fall off completely.
"Geez, whatever your guy's got I think he gave it to you." Drew, flipped his hair in the right direction, flexing his arm a bit before bringing the conversation back. "Fine, I'm betting fifty." "Same with me – make your shot, boss." Straightening up, Shane strode over to where she was, exhibiting the confidence of a lion. Or rather a wolf – whichever came first.
Seeing him approaching, Morgan paused in her speech to Sophie, nudging her and pointing. "Oh boy, here he goes again." She snickered behind her hand and Sophie just smiled confusedly. "Going with what?" "You'll see." They watched as he came up on Ashley, who then appeared startled by him being there.
"Oh, hi," she said shyly, peering up at him. Shane smiled at her and said, "Hi there – having fun?" "Uh, yeah, it's great." Mentally, Shane was carefully assessing her. She seemed a lot shyer than Morgan's other friends – she was certainly less loud and rude. This will be easy…
"Good – mind if I talk to you a bit?" Angel played with her dusty blond hair nervously. "About what…" "It's nothing bad. I just want to ask you something." Damn she's so cute. Maybe I'll have a bit of fun with her for real. He chewed his bottom lip as he eyed her up and down. She noticed the look and turned away, blushing heavily. "Um, I don't – don't think Ryland would like that." Grinning, Shane gently took some of her hair between his fingers, twirling it around in slow circular motions. "Who said anything about Ryland, sweetheart? He won't care if I talk to one of sister's friends for a bit." He then leaned in closer, intentionally brushing his lips against her eye for a quick second.
"Especially not such a pretty friend like yourself." Angel blushed again, the heat radiating off of her in waves. Shane smirked, deciding to tease her more by giving her a quick peck on her cheek. "So, how about we go somewhere a bit more private and-" Splash! Shane jumped up, soaking from the back to his shoulders. Someone had just thrown a water balloon at him. "What the fuck!?" He spun around to see everyone else laughing. "WHICH ONE OF YOU IDIOTS WANTS TO DIE!?" he roared.
Andrew was on the ground, rolling around with tears in his eyes. "Oh shit, you guys made him mad." "You guys? I didn't do anything," Kay said in defence of herself, sitting on the pool's edge and wringing her hair out. "It was Sasha!" "You wish!" the other girl retorted, smiling as she bobbed in the water. "It was Kel!" At the mention of her name, the accused rolled her eyes. "Oh please. It was clearly Ashley." "Excuse me? Don't you see me holding half a hotdog here?" She held up a napkin with a half-eaten hotdog, looking on incredulously.
"Maybe it was Tarzan over there." She gestured to Drew, who was also laughing. "I-it wasn't me. You pussies aren't getting me killed," he said in between his laughter. Throughout all of this, Shane was growing increasingly more furious as they all laughed and joked about it. Imbeciles! I should drown them all!
Huffing, he stormed off into the house, leaving the merry-makers to continue their fun at his expense. "You all are such losers," Morgan said, not meaning anything by it based on the tone with Sophie giggling. Ashley had recovered by then and was now softly giggling herself.
These guys are crazy.
"Actually, I think we're winners because now he owes us fifty bucks each!" Drew cheered and Andrew, now calmed down, realized this was indeed the case. "Aye, spot it." They gave each other a fist pump and Kay, who had gotten most of the water out of her hair, looked at the two with a confused look.
"Fifty bucks for what?"
"Oh, we bet him on whether or not he could score with cutie over there." Andrew stretched, his lean form glistening slightly with sweat. "Why would he want to try that?" Kehlani wondered, eyeing Andrew with a close eye. "Don't know, but now I'm kind of wondering if I could score with you darling." He winked at her and she blushed slightly before shaking it off, saying "Nah, I'm not getting involved with you nutcases any more than I already am." "If you say so gorgeous, but I'll change your mind soon." He replaced his cigarette back into his mouth, releasing the intake of smoke in a perfect O shape.
"Impressive," Kay uttered sarcastically. "You wanna join in too hon?" Andrew offered cockily. "Not on your life, hon." "Hey, fuck off Andrew, with your playboy self," Drew interjected, shoving him before turning back to Kay. "Besides, I'm sure this pretty lady is more interested in a real man."
"Oh boy."
Sasha suddenly laughed out loud. "What are you laughing at bitch?" Kay snapped. "Nothing; I just think it's funny that you've got two hot guys fighting over you, that's all." "What? What's so funny about that?" "Oh sweetie, do I need to spell it out for you?"
Those were the last words spoken before there was an explosion of water from Kay diving in, grabbing at Sasha who was quickly swimming away. "Are you calling me ugly!?" she screeched. "I never said that – you did," Sasha pointed out snarkily. "I will fucking drown you, you stupid slut!"
"You girls don't need to fight it out," Andrew butt in, taking the cigarette and dropping it to the ground before putting it out with his foot. "There's enough of the both of us for all for you." "More so more me and less him," Drew added. Andrew flipped his hair over in response and it ended up falling over and covering his face again.
"You look like The Grudge," Ashley commented playfully.
"You wanna be one of my victims?" he wondered in a sultry, flirty tone that carried the implication well enough.
"I see why Shane's friends with them," Sophie whispered to Morgan. Morgan had stopped paying attention and shrugged in indifference.
"You mean the fact that all of them are dumb? Yeah, I totally see it."
And here ends the introductory chapters for this story! Hope you guys liked it - I know it's not the best - but I really wanted to do something fun to get Morgan's friends involved in this (and what's better than a pool party?) I won't be updating this story until the new year, but until then, Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and I'll see you all in 2019!