Monday rolled around with an entirely new feel. Remy's face looked a lot worse because the bruises had darkened, and to top it off the swelling was pretty much the same. But the good news was her lip healed at a rapid rate; to say she was happy about that was an understatement.
Never really one to opt for make-up unless the words 'stage' or 'Halloween' were in front of it, Remy decided to go for a black fedora to try and mask the bruises. She basically wore what she did the first day of school except she added the fedora, exchanged the short slacks to long ones, the shirt was sky blue—which normally made her eyes pop, the suspenders and her tie this time were black, as were her converse.
–During their talk on Saturday, Mrs. Cameron knew that she needed to 'punish' Allison for lying to her and her husband, so she took Allison's car away from her. The idea came to her only after the girls had some side conversation about how they needed to start to show up and leave together, to prove some point or another.
So, this was why Remy had shut the door of her Stingray Concept, on her way up the few impressive stairs to the even more impressive front doorway of Allison's house for a quick breakfast with the blonde before school…well, the trial
Her palms started sweating as she rang the doorbell, so she clipped her keys to her pants and wiped her hands on her legs—she wasn't sure how Allison's father had taken the news the day before, and she hated not knowing what she was dealing with…then she heard the door open. "Uh…" A maid? Jo and Steve don't even have a maid! Remy shook her head to get over her shock faster, "UhhhI'm here to pick up Allison?"
"Oh, yes come in. Miss Cameron is in the kitchen." She stepped aside, letting the teenager in.
Remy stepped in and looked around awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I've never been here before…where's the kitchen?" She looked at the maid.
"Right down that hallway, just keep walking straight." She pointed down the hallway by the massive staircase.
"Thank you…I'm Remy." She stuck her hand out to shake.
"Rosalee." She stated as she awkwardly took the girl's hand. What the hell? Rich folk never ask for my name.
"Rosalee?" Remy asked, and Rosalee nodded, "That is a winsome name…"
Rosalee raised a brow not understanding either what or why Remy just said what she said.
"Beautiful." Remy corrected after she heard crickets, "It means beautiful…I read thesauruses' when I get bored, and that was some of the weekend…sorry. Rosalee is a really, really pretty name."
"Thank you." She kept staring at the girl like she had 36 pairs of eyes, one being on her tits.
"Sure…" she took a step from the maid, doing her best to ignore the stare, "Well, it was nice meeting you." She looked at her, then around awkwardly a bit longer.
"What the hell are you doing?" A deep voice boomed in the foyer behind Remy.
Rosalee jumped and scuttled off to parts unknown, as a cowering Remy turned around, "I was just…." When she got a full look at him, she felt even more intimidated, but thought it better to cover her fear up. She pasted a smile on her face, "I'm here to see Allison. You must be her dad. Hi, I'm Remy." She stuck her hand out for the second time in the span of five minutes.
He narrowed his brows at her, "David. But you can call me Mr. Cameron." Remy raised her brows and her mouth dropped a little; she wasn't necessarily shocked that he wanted to be called Mr. Cameron, she was just very, very intimidated, "You played that lesbian along side my daughter Friday night right?" He dropped her hand while he said this sentence.
"Uhh, yes sir I did." She didn't know what else to say, and the things that came to mind—like 'and that half lesbian that your daughter's dating'—didn't seem appropriate.
"You got a set of pipes…" He kept his browbeating stare on her, looking at her face now instead of her general direction.
"Thank you." She smiled.
He stared at her even more, trying to see under the shadow that her fedora created. "What the hell happened to you?" His gruff voice didn't sound concerned, just curious.
"I—" Remy started, but was interrupted.
"Remy! I didn't know you were here already…come into the kitchen, Allison's just getting breakfast ready." Judy came in from the supposed kitchen.
"Thank you Judy." She walked over to her.
"How's the swelling?" Judy took her face and looked at her.
"Well it got worse after you left Saturday and stayed that way almost all of yesterday, but it went down over the night…so about the same." Remy shrugged.
"Oooh, poor girl. Does it hurt? Is there something we can do for you?" Judy offered.
Remy smiled, "No…no, I'm fine. It's darker now, so it looks worse that it is, I promise."
"You're sure?" She asked. Remy nodded, "Well, alright." She took a step back and looked at Remy's outfit, "You look nice, is this for your little court session thing?"
"Yeah…I figured this was better than what I was wearing Saturday, and I can still cover my face with a hat." She shrugged.
"Ah, I understand." She nodded, "Well, Allison is in the kitchen, if you want some waffles…"
Remy's eyes bugged with want, "The kitchen's this way?" She said as she walked down the hall making Allison's mother laugh…not her father.
Remy peaked her head in what she thought was the kitchen and thanked the high heavens she was right. "Jeez, you didn't tell me I'd need a map for this place…" Remy said as she walked into the room.
Allison was sitting at the kitchen counter on a bar stool, and looked up when she heard the familiar voice, "Well, it's not that hard to come in and go straight…" She said smiling.
Remy walked over and looked at Allison's plate, "Are you gonna eat all that?" She asked with disbelief.
"No, this side's for you." She pointed to the full side of the plate…her side was almost gone.
"Hmm, well I only see one fork and it's in your hand…" Remy smirked as she leaned into the counter and closer to her girlfriend.
"Well, there's only one thing we can do…" Allison looked at her, like she had a last resort kind of idea.
"What's that?" Remy was still grinning and leaned in a bit more.
Allison leaned into her too, trying to hide her grin, "You're gonna have to eat with your hands…" She shrugged and turned back to her side of the plate.
Remy pretended to get angry and started 'grrr'ing like a dog. She bent over and started nipping and biting the hand that had the fork in it.
"Oh, gross." She dropped the fork, "Come on, Baby!" She gave Remy a disgusted face as she wiped her hand on her napkin.
"What? I need a fork. You don't want me to eat with my hands, like I'm some sort of animal do you?" She was trying to hold a laugh while she spoke.
"And biting my hand is not animalistic?" Cameron retorted.
Remy had taken the fork and stabbed the center of her first waffle and stuffed it in her mouth. She looked up at Cameron after her question; her eyes were asking why she would even ask that question, but she had a chipmunk mouth, which made it hard to be taken seriously, "No." She said in mid chew.
This made Allison laugh. She leaned in as she contorted her arm to bring Remy's face closer to her. "Whatever you say." She kissed the corner of Remy's mouth, "Mmm, syrupy."
Remy grinned as she swallowed, "That might be the first time anybody's told me that…" She put down the stolen fork as she spoke and took Allison's hand, so that she could trace the blonde's digits and forearm.
"Good. I better be the first at something…" She was still laughing, trying to keep the mood upbeat, but her words had a sudden serious tone to them that even she wasn't expecting.
"Oooh, you are…" She could tell what Allison was thinking, and stopped running her fingers up and down Allison's arm and took her fingers like she was asking her to dance. "You're my first girlfriend since I moved in with Steve and Jo…" She kissed Allison's knuckles, "You're the first person I've ever fought for…aside from myself." She kissed a little higher on her hand, "And most importantly…" She kissed a little higher on her hand and nipped a trail to her the inside of her wrist, while she turned her hand over, "You're the first person I've been in love with…really in love with." She kissed the inside of Allison's wrist a few times, "You know that…" She said leaving her lips there as she looked up at the blonde.
Allison had been leaning forward the whole time, and after Remy spoke, she pulled her in and kissed her for a good few seconds.
"What the hell is going on in here?" A booming bass of a voice thundered through the kitchen.
The teenagers pulled apart at turbo speed. "Daddy!" Allison stood from her chair and got in front of Remy…much like Arial did with the statue of Eric in the Little Mermaid.
"Allison!" He yelled in the same manner as his daughter.
She told me that she told him…she refused to tell me how he reacted, but she told me she told him!..
Allison sighed and rolled her eyes, "Daddy stop.. You're gonna freak her out!...and get her mad at me." She reprimanded her father.
Her father laughed as he walked over to the girls, "I'm sorry." He looked at Remy, "Allison doesn't like it when I have my fun…" He stuck his hand out again, "I'm David….and you can call me David…I'll be offended if you call me Mr. Cameron."
Remy knit her brows together at this change, "O…kay?" She questioned what was happening.
"What did he do?" Allison asked, looking at their interaction.
"I didn't do anything Baby girl! How can you blame me when there's nothing to blame?" He looked back at Remy and winked dramatically then proceeded out of the room.
Allison's mind rushed through memories and probabilities as to what he could have done. Then it hit her…all her previous boyfriend's told her how intimidating her father was before he spoke. And, he does like to have his fun because…he was her fun loving father…How does Mom not still love him? He still makes her laugh…Whoa Allison, back to topic..Aha! Light bulb!..
"He played scary intimidating father, didn't he…?" She asked, wanting to be wrong.
"Yeah, he came to the foyer after Rosalee answered the door and—"
"Rosalee?" Cameron asked, cocking her head to the side, curiously.
Remy stared blankly for a moment, "Yoooour maid?" Her voice dropped low and she stretched the first word out.
"Yes." She confirmed, "How did you know her name?" She moved in a way that told Remy they were either about to fight or she was about to get scoop.
"I asked." Was her simple answer.
"How would that come up?" She leaned against the counter.
"I don't know…I didn't know what to do, so I asked her for her na—" She shrugged.
"Do you think she's pretty?"
Remy's eyes widened and she turned from her. "What kind of a question is that?"
"You do! You want to fuck her!" Allison shook her head and laughed. "Did you tell her she was pretty?"
Remy's face went from being slightly to completely shocked. She stammered a bit before she got her answer out, "I just told her that her name was pretty-I don't want to fuck her!"
Allison laughed as she turned to her, "Hahoh, what a load of shit! You would fuck her if I weren't in the picture. You are such a whorhhhh!"
Remy pushed Allison into the counter and pressed against her body roughly. "Shut up." She whispered with her lips achingly close to Allison's. "You know that she's pretty. You know I think she's pretty. So…don't get all holier than thou because you find her just as pretty as me…But I know that you know that I don't want to fuck her; you don't want to fuck her either, do you?"
"No…" Allison breathed out.
"No." Remy confirmed, shaking her head. Her body still as close to Allison as could possibly be with clothes still on.
Allison's breathing had slowed to a deep inhale and a slight pause before an exhale, "Kiss me." She purred out.
"Okay." Remy wagged her brows once before she leaned in and kissed her. "Time for school." She said as she pulled away.
"Noooo." Allison whined and hung on her lover's neck like a three-year-old.
"Yes." Remy said in a flat tone, but had yet to pull fully away. "We need to find out if I'll be free or if I'll only get to see you from a window, and hear you through a phone….you know, until after school." She shrugged as she began walking them toward the front door of her house.
"20 more." Cameron refused to let Remy go.
Remy's eyes widened, "One more."
"10 more!" Allison bargained.
"Three more…" Remy eyed her lover with her response.
"Seven more." Was Allison's final offer.
Remy stared her down for a moment. She smirked, letting Allison know that she had given up. "Where?"
Allison pointed to the sweet spot on her neck, that Remy knew she loved. "Here."
Remy bit the side of her bottom lip and grinned as she leaned in and kissed her neck.
Allison then pointed to a spot a little higher on her neck, and Remy moved to where her finger was. This pattern continued until Remy's lips were attached to hers once more.
"Mmmm, time for school." Allison smirked as she pulled away and ran to the door from the hallway, leaving Remy restless.
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When the girls pulled up to school, they headed straight to the auditorium parking lot. They didn't bother with the formality of walking through the school; they knew they were supposed to go to where they were headed anyway.
As they entered, Remy caught Wilson's eyes towards the front of the stage. She and Allison walked in a quick bee-like manner to him.
"Wilson." Remy said uncomfortably.
"Thirteen." He nodded then looked at the floor.
"I am so sorry for dead legging you…I was just..full of adrenaline and I didn't see that it was you—"
"It's okay." Wilson cut her off with a smile. "Don't worry about it…You did what you needed to do for your girl, right?"
"Well…yeah." She grinned back at him.
"I would have done the same thing." He put his arm around Remy and looked at Lisa and Allison, who had separated themselves to make small talk while Remy apologized for the inconvenience that was Wilson's leg.
Remy looked at him, "You really love her, don't you?"
"Yeah…I guess I'm lucky." He said as they walked over to the other two.
Remy smirked as she walked over to Allison and wrapped her arms around her from behind, resting her chin on her shoulder.
"Aww, you guys are just too cute." Lisa swatted her hand at the pair excitedly.
They talked a few more minutes before Principal McBride came in and settled everyone. He asked the representing faculty to take a seat at the table; these members included Miss Tyler, Miss Clarke and Miss Fitz-P…apparently the year before House was in a vocal class, and was asked to play piano a lot for a certain drama class…small fucking world.
"Miss Remy Hadley?" He looked around. Remy stood up and raised her hand, letting him know she was here. He looked around at the other students there, "Are House and Miss Warner here?" He looked around, after a moment of blank stares and 'I have no idea' shrugs, the door opened and the pair came in. "Ah, so everyone is now present and accounted for, let's get started."
They asked Stacy to come up first, and in her own words, tell what happened. "Allison and I have been having..issues for the past few weeks…" She began.
During House's story he told of how he had been keeping a keen eye on Stacy, especially when she went up to Cameron. He told the adults that seeing Thirteen come from nowhere was what shocked him, and that the shock was probably what made him "react in the protective way" he did.
After House they asked Foreman, Chase, Wilson, and Lisa…who really didn't know what had been going on.
Then it was Remy's turn. "Allison broke up with House;" Remy started, remembering that day with a smile, "for me." She finished her sentence, sobering. "We were together secretly because she wasn't ready to tell, and I can't say 'no' to her… I'm in love with her." She grinned down at Allison, "I was on stage because I was asked to be talent. I knew where she was because I looked for her… She was the only face I wanted to see in the crowd." She looked on the floor of the stage as she sighed with a frustratingly contemplative look on her face. "Then I saw House and his little crew or whatever file in. I kept my eye on them because he made me nervous, but it didn't look like he gave her anything she couldn't handle. After a minute or two, the body language told me she told him to back off and for once he listened…Then Stacy came up to her. I had told her to stay away from Allison until the drama she had caused had worn off—"
"What drama are you talking about?" Principal McBride asked.
"When Allison and House were together, he cheated on her with Stacy…they told her this after we were secretly together…when we had become friends in the school's eyes. The fight that Miss Tyler called you too last week was because they had decided to tell her in front of the entire school…just to fuck with her." She took another frustrated breath, shook her head, and reverted back to her story, "So, I had told her to stay away until Allison could deal with her. But, she didn't…she waltzed up to her and told her that she took a picture of Allison and I kissing and had sent it to House; again, just to fuck with her. Allison said something in her defense and Stacy slapped her…I ran off the stage because I wasn't going to let my girlfriend get hit." She said it like it was obvious, "By the time I got there, she had slapped her a second time and was preparing to punch her…I was just going to pull them apart, but when I saw the fist I lost control and tackled her."
"So you're admitting that you started the fight?" Principal McBride said.
"What?" Remy, Mss Fitzpatrick, Miss Clarke, and Miss Tyler all asked in the same tone at the same time.
"She just admitted that she had started the fight." He turned to the other "judges."
"Nooo…" Remy said as she stood up. "I said that my girlfriend was bitch slapped across the face, and I went to her defense."
"That's very noble, Thirteen, but you did admit to hitting—tackling Stacy before she did anything to you." Hs face was neutral, but he had this look in his eyes that disgusted Thirteen. "Sit down."
Remy ignored his command and started moving towards him. "You don't like me. You've made that abundantly clear, but how you feel about me cannot pertain to your judgment. You have to remain bureaucratic and unbiased. You can't make assumptions and put words in my mouth. That's not only unfair, it's a little bit illegal."
They stared at her with raised brows and slacked jaws.
"Seriously… the Sixth Amendment states 'In all criminal prosecutions, the accused shall enjoy the right to a speedy and public trial, by an impartial jury of the state and district wherein the crime shall have been committed, which district shall have been previously ascertained by law, and to be informed of the nature and cause of the accusation; to be confronted with the witnesses against him; to have compulsory process for obtaining witnesses in his favor, and to have the assistance of counsel for his defense'." She had begun pacing a little past the length of the table the faculty was sitting at. Their shocked faces resumed during her recitation. "You have the speedy part of the trial spot on, but there's not a lot of public that I see. That whole impartial jury of the state? Yeah, in this situation, that's you Principal McBride, so stop judging on assumptions and judge on what I'm telling you…because…I mean, I haven't been told specifically why I'm here, I haven't been told who the accusing witnesses are…and most importantly, I don't have a lawyer!" She had her palms on top of their table and leaned in during her last sentence. She pushed off and glared daggers at him as she walked back to her seat. "This is a fantastically fair trial!" She huffed as she plopped back down. "Jesus." She mumbled under her breath.
Principal McBride stood up and looked at her with a blank, but at the same time displeased look on his face. "Thank you Miss Hadley. You're done now." She tried to interrupt and tell him that she was just getting started, but he held his hand up, "You are done now!" he said sternly. Then he turned to the seats facing him, "Miss Cameron, your turn."
Allison sighed as she stood up. Remy staggered down, and when they met before proceeding, Allison took Remy's cheek in her hand, "I love you…they need to listen to you."
"That's the problem…they won't." She started to take Allison's hand from her face, but Allison stepped in and kissed her cheek.
This notion received a gasp from every pair of eyes that were on them, except for Miss Fitzpatrick. "Daaaaaammmn!" was her response. Miss Clarke punched her arm, "Ow! What?" She whispered not so softly.
"Elektra, don't make this more awkward and scary for them!" Miss Clarke leaned in and whispered in her ear, looking bashful through all her movements, but her tone was deathly serious.
Miss Fitzpatrick didn't have a response, so she answered Miss Alex Clarke with, "Sorry I love you." Her words ran together and only Alex could hear her.
Alex thought it was adorable…like she always did, "I love you too, E" She replied with a smile.
Principal McBride coughed to get their attention, "Are you two ready?" Both of the teachers nodded, "Okay, then we'll proceed." He turned to Allison. "Miss Cameron, what happened Friday night?"
She looked down at her feet before deciding which route to take. The one she decided might cause more drama for her, but she didn't really care. "If you want it told right…with all the facts and all the drama then just read over Remy's transcript…" she continued when she got a look from her two favorite teachers that told her there wasn't a stenographer present, "or…listen to the recording?" when the teachers..and Jennie jointly shook their heads, she settled, "Wow! She was right! This really isn't a trial! Everything that Remy said is what happened. That's all I have to say." She got up and started to move down the stage towards Remy.
"Miss Cameron!" Principal McBride stood up and raised his voice, stopping her.
"Yes?" She turned and looked at him like she were bored.
"Are you sure that's all you have to say? You have nothing to add about the weekend?" It was like he was fishing for something specific.
"I had really good sex this weekend…I think it was because it was with someone who actually cares about me." She shot House a glare and reveled in the shocked gasps she received for her statement before becoming neutral and turning back to Principal McBride. "Can I step down now?" She asked, much like her girlfriend would have.
He nodded as he bowed his head and rolled his eyes. "We will call the four of you: House, Thirteen, Allison and Stacy, when we have made a decision…if for some God forsaken reason you do not receive a call it's because we haven't come to one…don't come to school tomorrow without a phone call. The rest of you go to class." He walked off the stage with the other judges in tow, and everyone else gathered their things and left.
As they walked out to the Stringray Allison asked, "So…your place or mine?" She brushed some stray hair from Thirteen.
"Mine, if you don't mind, but I got something to do first…" She said as she let her girlfriend in her car and walked around to her side.
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Remy walked into the club that she had damaged ten minutes later, Allison at her side. They immediately saw the man that looked like he was supposed to be in charge.
After 27 apologies—from both of them, and a long explanation of what happened, they left with a deal for Remy to paint a mural over the wall they had to take a broken table from, and her working off other damages in the afternoons…before it goes into club mode and is just a bar and small restaurant.
AN: okay…I know that this has an abrupt ending, but I wanted to finish the chapter so I could move on to more juicy stuff! I hope you guys are still liking it! I sure am…I'm not sure how frequent my updates will be because school starts Monday, but I'll get them up as soon as I can!