The next day English was full. Every single face had shown up, and Taub had a bad feeling in his gut, but chose to ignore it. "I'll be back in a few minutes, I need to make copies of your assignments. If anything—ANYthing happens while I'm gone everyone in this room will have detention until they can't see straight anymore."
"Oh, well that means me and Allison are home free." Remy said, causing Allison to hit her and everyone else to laugh.
"Haha, Thirteen, you're hilarious." He said while he walked out the door.
"Yeah, I know."
It couldn't have been planned better, but as soon as Taub was out of sight, House strolled into the room to talk to Foreman and Chase about nothing important…he just saw it as something to do, and he was already late to his class so he didn't see how a couple more minutes could affect his tutorial detention he knew he'd receive. It didn't take long for House to realize that Thirteen and Cameron were in the class too.
"Well, look who it is! Remy Hadley: Bitch from Hell." House said, sitting on top of Stacy—that bitch!—'s desk while staring at Remy.
"And hello to you too House; I didn't think you knew my name." Remy feigned a pleasantry, looking at him.
"Oh, Remy. Of course I know your name! I know the name of every bitch that tries to take me out. I'm polite like that." He gave her the same feigned look.
"See, that's where you're wrong. It was self defense…" She looked to her side at Allison's face, checking to see if she wanted her to stop or if she was going to let her be herself and face the conflict at hand. With the look she didn't receive, she continued, "At first. But…then seeing you lying there, looking unbelievably conceded, egged me on, and well…it just got fun from there…" She stayed in her seat.
"Oh, go fuck yourself." He waved her off, not really having a good comeback.
"Why do you people keep telling me to fuck things that aren't my girlfriend?" She closed her eyes and rolled them simultaneously like she was annoyed, but giving into an answer, "I mean…yeah I guess I could fuck myself, but really…what's the fun in that? Especially when I have that!" She indicated the blonde, "You remember what that's like, right?" She smirked prevailingly at House.
Again, House didn't really have a comeback, but she had gained his attention and he couldn't back down now, "I'm going to make your life a living hell, you hot bisexual bitch."
"You can try, but you're not going to be the first if that's what you were hoping for." She paused for a moment, debating if she wanted or cared about the class knowing her past or not..and in turn the school. She did not, so the route she was going to take would definitely not work, "I've already lived Hell twice, and I got a lot more people besides you telling me to go to hell everyday. So get in line and, take a number." She squinted her eyes in challenge and everyone started making 'ooh' noises or looked at each other in disbelief.
House and Thirteen ignored everyone and stared each other down, something in his eyes changed…it softened, "You're lucky I'm impatient." He said, throwing Thirteen off.
Did he just bow out? Thirteen thought as she looked over to Cameron whose face was contorted with confusion also. She looked back to House to see him walk to the door.
"No." An Australian accent filled the room, and stopped House from leaving. "He's a very patient guy. He'll get his; he's just waiting for the right time to fuck you up." He said coming to his alpha's un-needed defense.
Thirteen looked at him like he was a dumb ass. She looked at House, "Are you waiting for the right time to um.. 'fuck me up'?" She scrunched her face during her last words.
House moved into the room again to answer, but again Chase started talking, "Yeah. Because you deserve to be fucked up like the filthy whore you are!" He spat at her.
House opened his mouth again to tell Chase to shut up, but he was cut off before he started…again, "Shut up, Chase!" Eric Foreman, the last person anyone would expect to defend anyone beside himself, said.
"What did you just say?" Chase stood up and looked at his darker mate.
"I told you to shut up!" He stood up as well, and started walking towards Remy, but stared Chase down, "Just leave her alone. Leave them alone. House doesn't have a problem with them, why should you?..." He stared at Chase for a moment, seeing his real feeling flash for a moment "Oooooh, I see…You don't wear jealousy well…In all actuality it makes you look like a dunce." He provoked, walking back over to where Chase was.
"You don't want to do this." Chase said, making his tone very low and threatening because he knew that Foreman was trying to get him to swing first.
Foreman was so sick and tired of listening to that jackass prattle on and on about this girl, that girl, and Stacy…and Allison, which he knew was false. This ran deeper than plain annoyance; Foreman wanted Chase exploited like he exploited Thirteen, Allison and every other girl that had ever said 'no' to him…In all reality, Chase and him weren't friends. They'd know each other throughout high school and maybe see each other when they came back home for vacations—if Chase still could—but after that, there was no reason for them to even pretend that they knew each other.
He smirked, taking a breath, "That's where you're wrong. This." He smiled, "This is what I've wanted since Thirteen came to this damn school. The day she came here, I learned what kind of a jackass you really were." Remy's jaw dropped. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever picture Foreman, football boy wonder, coming to her rescue.
"Oh really? And how's that?" He was trying to remind himself that this was his boy…his brother…one of his teammates and friends.
"You are nothing but an immature pretty boy that drives around in his fancy car and spends Daddy's money. And, I was fine with that until I saw how much of a sexist egotistical prick you are. You flash your smile and pick up any girl you please, but you don't care about them. Once you have them moaning your name you push them to the side like a two-dollar whore. And when you find a good fuck you decide to go back to her." He intentionally stared at Stacy, calling her out, "If she says 'no' it's no big deal, just get her drunk or drugged. She'll do whatever you want. Yeah, Chase! You're a real good guy! I want to be you someday…Not. Dude! Not even House treats women the way you've treated them in the last year…" He did the same closed eye roll as Remy had done earlier, "Aside from the fight with Thirteen." He knew Chase was going to throw that in his face. He laughed at him again, "Just do us all a favor and shut the fuck up for the next year and a half…there would be a lot less drama—which, by the way, Gossiping dude? A little gay—no offense!" He turned to Remy and Allison.
"None taken." They said together.
"Good," He began turning back to Chase and got back to his speech, "We would all be able to live our lives with a little less annoyance without your fucked in the asshole chatter."
Chase had walked up to where Foreman stood and punched him. Foreman, though, was quick to react. He charged Chase and, due to House dodging them, they landed in the hall. Of course, the entire class followed. Remy stared for a moment, completely gob smacked before she ran down the hall to the principal and counselor's adjoining offices.
When she got there, she saw Taub, Jennie, and McBride in McBride's office. "Who are you here to see dear?" The secretary said.
"Hey!" Emmy shouted, out of breath, making all three adults look her direction. "It's Foreman!" She huffed, still trying to catch her breath, "Backed me up!...Fight… Hallway! Let's go! Time to do your job!" She waved her arms exaggeratedly before she tore off down the hallway, not really waiting for them to follow.
When she got back, Chase was on top of Foreman, but Foreman was holding his own…it almost looked like he was winning. "House do something!" Remy shouted.
"Like what?" He looked at her like she was crazy.
She glared at him before she decided to take care of things herself. She pulled Chase until he was off of Foreman and pushed him back, "Hold him back!" She yelled at House who did as he was told; he didn't want them fighting anymore than Thirteen did apparently.
Foreman got up real quick and was going toward Chase again, but Remy got in the middle, "Back off! Back off! Foreman!" She grabbed his face and stared at him until he looked at her. "Back off…Calm down. Thank you so much for everything you are, but this isn't your fight." She had pushed Foreman to the other side of the hallway while she was talking. He nodded. "Okay." She said patting his chest. "You are going to make some woman very, very happy one day." Foreman looked down and smiled bashfully, "No, really you are. Just tell them about this fight and tell them what you said, and any girl will be putty in your hands."
It wasn't until lunch that Remy saw Foreman again. Both he and Chase had been escorted to McBride's office.
~0~0~0~0~0~0~
That afternoon Remy had gone to the club to pay off part of her debt. But, it turned out that one of the waitresses didn't show during the lunch rush, so the owner asked her to fill in—she had told him that she could waitress whenever if he needed her to…apparently he was taking full advantage of this offer.
She had finished the bottom part of the mural, and was extremely please with this fact because she hated having to be scrunched up in awkward positions. She was finally able to sit on the bench she had pulled over from one of the tables she and House had ruined, and was taking a moment to stretch—and to pop every possible bone she could think of—when hands made their way onto her shoulders.
"Mmm, those are good hands." She stroked one with her index finger. "Just don't tell my girlfriend I said that because she'll get jealous and then we'll have to break up and it'll be a whole thing…" Remy trailed off, laughing at what she thought was a funny joke…that is until the hands on her shoulders dug in to an extremely painful intensity. "OOOOWWWA!" Remy pulled away with daggers…soft ones in her eyes, "That hurt!"
"You thought I was someone else!" Allison glared back.
"Lies!" Remy exclaimed. Allison's fiery eyes flashed to a certain expectancy. Remy took her girlfriend's hands and kissed them, "Iw's only jokin'…" She said like a small child.
"Uh huh," Allison's jaw jutted to the side…trying to hide her smile because she knew her girlfriend was playing around, but Remy saw right through her.
"I love you." Remy kissed her softly. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" she sat down on the bench and pulled the standing blonde between her legs, holding onto her hips and backside.
"I was lonely, and I thought maybe you'd have dinner with me if you could?" Allison ran her hands along the brunette's shoulders and upper arms.
"Uhh…I have to ask Max…" Remy said, looking toward the bar for said person.
"I already did."
Remy looked at Allison surprised. "You already did?"
"Yeah, he said that you could eat if you wanted to…there's burgers at our table." Allison coaxed, smiling when she saw Remy's ears perk up like a dog's when food was mentioned.
"Food? Already?" Remy began walking in the direction Allison pointed.
"Yes food already." Allison answered as if she were talking to the same small child Remy was acting like earlier. A little bit after they sat down, the blonde started up conversation again. "Did you hear about Foreman and Chase?" She asked, looking to the side while tracing the top of her glass with her index and middle finger.
"What about Foreman and Chase?" Remy wasn't interested so much in the conversation as she was looking from the blonde's face to her hand.
"Chase got suspended for the rest of the week and is in ISS for the next three weeks." She stopped her hand on the cup and put her fingers around her straw, then paused for a moment to stare at her girlfriend before she used it as a stirring stick.
Remy kept the stare for a bit longer, then let one big belly chuckle loose before quickly sobering…at least to a smile, "Chase had In School Suspension?" Allison nodded, "Duhuhude," she was still laughing a little, "What about Foreman?"
"Nothing as far as I know…I think maybe tutorial detention, but just for the rest of this week and next week." She explained.
"Well damn…" Remy grinned as she went back to her food.
By the time Allison was finished, Remy had brought her plate and drink around to the kitchen, and cleaned the table around her, "Babe?...what are you doing?"
"I gotta get back to work, and I didn't want someone else to have to clean my mess since..you know, I technically work here now…" She shrugged as she picked up the blonde's plate and moved it to the kitchen also. She walked back out with full intention of seeing off her girlfriend, but the blonde was no longer at the table.
It took her a moment to see that Allison had walked over to where the mural was going to be, so as she snapped her fingers and pounded the palm of her hand, she walked over to her, "What are you doing over here?" She asked as she sat down on the bench and pulled it a little closer to the wall.
"Well, you seem preoccupied with wanting to pay your debt, so I thought I'd just come over and watch..you know, if that's okay…" She gave her best puppy face.
Remy didn't react, so Allison sighed and began to move to leave, "NO!" Remy reached for Allison's hand, "You can stay…it's just—I don't know it's just weird.. being watched while I paint…" Remy bugged her eyes and wiggled her fingers in front of her creepily during her last phrase.
"Maybe you could teach me instead…" Allison replied as she took the hand that grabbed hers and put it on her stomach before sliding it up and to her mouth to kiss her palm and the tip of her thumb.
Remy's breath caught in her throat. "You want me to teach you how to paint…" All Allison did was nod, which made Remy smirk, "Well then…" She scooted back on the bench and patted in front of her, "Let's paint."
Allison grinned as she sat down. Remy scooted forward so that she was flush against her. She put one arm around the shorter girl's waist, and ran her other hand from the blonde's knee, up her side and back down to the inside of Cameron's thigh…
"Babe?" Allison covered the brunette's hands with her own.
"Uh huh?" Remy grunted into Allison's ear.
"This isn't painting…" she grinned at her counterpart's reaction, "I mean, I don't even have a brush in my hand."
Remy gave her a look of annoyed concentration—because she was having fun a moment before, "Here." She gave her a brush and palette. "See this line?" She indicated one of many penciled lines drawn on the wall. "We're gonna paint from that to this red." She took Allison's hand that had the brush in it and put hers over it, and did the same with the hand that held the palette. She then started in on the mural.
It didn't take long for Allison to get the hang of it, and for Remy to start running her hands along the other girl's body. She started with Allison's painting arm as hers left it. Just one finger at first, but as she got closer to the blonde's body, she couldn't help but caress with more intention. She brought her other hand to the blonde's shoulders too, and then ran her hands down her back.
At the point that Remy's hands were rubbing her hips, she let out a breath, "Baby…"
Remy leaned into her grinning and kissed her earlobe, "Yes?" She asked huskily.
Allison could hear the grin in the girl's voice and shook herself to start concentrating on painting and not the brunette, "Nothing." She barely got the word out.
This made Remy chuckle breathily as she leaned back a little and moved her hands up and down her girlfriend's sides, grinding her hips into her counterpart's ass. Allison let out a heavy sigh, and still continued the pretense of painting the part red that she was assigned. Remy noticed the slight hesitation that Allison made and grinned even wider. She kept her hands at her hips for a bit longer, then, without any forewarning, she ran her hands up and to her chest, squeezing Allison's love lumps as she attached her mouth to the blonde's throat.
Allison's eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she had to flatten her hand to lean against the wall. She was barely able to think as the brunette moved her hands away from her chest and back down to her hips, "Bathroom?" She asked as if she was out of breath.
"Hmm mm" Remy shook her head.
"What?" Allison would have shrieked, but in her state she could only breath her answers out.
"My place…" She started macking on her neck again, "How'd you get here?" Remy asked, knowing she didn't bring her.
"I got Lisa to drop me off before she went back to her hou—mm!" She had turned her head to look at the girl behind her, but was cut off by her lips. "So, your place? Are you allowed?"
"Yeah." Remy said, "Yeah…I've been here a couple hours today." She turned to look behind the bar to see if Max was around.
He of course was, and of course knew what she was about to ask, "The get hell out, Remy! You've been here for to damn long today!" He yelled across the bar, drawing some of the patron's attention to them…quite literally wrapped up in each other.
They both smiled at him and stood up, untangling themselves. Remy picked up a bit…really it was to find her keys and phone, and Allison walked to her purse and book bag—which had a change of clothes in it just in case.
As Remy began to turn to her girlfriend, one of the waitresses walked out of the back and straight towards her, "Hey Remy!" She called to get the brunette's attention.
Remy turned around after hearing her name, "Oh, hey Gia." She had an issue with this girl. Gia knew about Allison—and probably knew that she was right behind her for that matter—and still tried to get into Remy's pants; she wasn't comfortable around her, but she wasn't in so much of a bitch mode that she could tell her to fuck off.
"Are you leaving already?" She asked, getting pretty close for Remy's liking.
"Uh hu—yeah, I am. I'm going home with my girlfriend that I am completely loyal to and totally in love with." She looked towards said girlfriend for help out of that situation. Geez oh Pete, if doesn't stop now, she's a fucking idiot…I can't be any more explicit. I need to stop being nice…to women…
"Oh, cause I was gonna see if you wanted to hang out tonight…" She stepped even closer, and was about to touch Remy's arm and trail it downwards, but she stopped.
"Baby?" Allison had dropped her things back on top of each other. She came over and wrapped her arms around her, then ducked under Remy's arm so that she could be seen by the bitch that was flirting with her girlfriend. She looked at Remy and pecked her, "You about ready?"
"Yeah…yeah, I'm waiting on you Boo." She kissed her once more.
"Okay…" Allison Eskimo kissed her before turning to look at the other girl, "Who's this?" She asked in her best polite bitch manner she could attain in that moment…
"This is—" Remy was cut off.
"Gia." She said in the same attitude, and stuck out her hand, which Allison took.
"Gia." The blonde said with a fake smile plastered on her face. She pause then turned to Remy, "Babe, will you get my stuff and put it in the car?" Remy scrunched her nose and was about to whine, but Allison moved her hand to her ass and squeezed to get her attention, "Please?" She asked in a way that told the brunette that she wasn't taking no for an answer.
"Yeah." She nodded and kissed her mouth and cheek before leaving the two alone.
Allison still had a hold of Gia's hand as the brunette left. As she turned back to Gia, she yanked her hand and dropped it to get her attention, "Okay, I'm going to tell you this once: Back up and back off! You can't have her, she doesn't want you—" Allison was cut off, but she took control again before the girl could say anything, "I swear to God if you say 'How do you know?' I'm gonna kill a puppy. I know because I know her. I'm in a relationship with her; I'm in love with her. She's in love with me. We both believe in and practice fidelity. We make love every chance we get, and you can damn me to the other end of the earth if you don't believe that she says I'm the best she's ever had when she cums. Generally bitches get the message when I make myself known, but you don't seem to….If I hear anything about you hitting on or trying to ask out my girlfriend, I swear on my life that I will make you wish you hadn't laid eyes on her. We clear?"
To say that Gia was a little intimidated was accurate, but to say that she was intimidated enough to back down would be wrong, "Bring it on, Bitch."
"Go fuck yourself, Whore…it's what you're going to be doing when you decide to back down anyways. Might as well get used to it." The two had gotten closer and closer throughout their conversation, so when she was done talking she pulled back, gave her a glare and left.
"What did you say?" Remy asked, leaning against the car as Allison walked out.
"I told her to back off because you were mine and no one else's…then she told me to bring it on, so I told her to fuck herself." She huffed as she got in the car.
Remy was biting her lips to keep from smiling, but she couldn't hold it in for very long.
"What?" Allison looked at her with confusion.
"Nothing…it's just..now you know how I feel when every fuckin' guy—and some girls—hit on you constantly."
"I am not hit on constantly…" Allison tried to deny it.
"YES! Yes you are Babe!...it's not a bad thing, people just think you're hot…" Remy shrugged.
"Uhh…everyone thinks you're hot too." She sounded like a fifth grader getting in an 'Is not'-'Is too' kind of argument.
"So I guess it's settled…we are hot." Remy leaned in quickly and pecked the blonde then laughed at her mixed reaction.
Allison was still fuming because of that whore Gia, but Remy had this innate way of making her happy, that she became completely useless. "Come on…" She motioned for Remy to start driving, "Let's go have sex."
"Okay." Remy said shocked that those words just fell so casually from her mouth. But, she wasn't about to answer negatively to her girlfriend's statement, so she put car in gear and headed to her house.
~0~0~
Allison and Remy walked into Remy's house, and for some reason, an—for lack of a better word—awkward sense fell over the two girls…it was completely quiet aside from the TV that Remy turned on. Remy decided to sit down on the couch; after Allison put her bags in the master bedroom, she sat next to the brunette and stared at her.
"What?" Remy asked. She didn't turn her head to Allison until she knew she wasn't gonna get a response. By this point Allison had turned to the TV; Remy rolled her eyes and turned back herself.
Allison then grabbed Remy's thigh and turned back to her, immediately catching her surprised lips with her own to kiss her hard. She kept kissing her as she pushed her back in order to climb on her lap.
Remy the ever submissive one of the two—BAHA!—let the smaller girl do as she pleased, but the brunette did show her appreciation by rubbing her hands along her lover's thighs and hips and ass.
Allison pulled from Remy's kiss and embrace, but stayed astride her lover's lap.
"What, why?" Remy asked, not wanting the blonde to stop them…it was like taking her present on Christmas.
"Do you love me?" Allison asked as she swatted Remy's hands from her body.
"What?" Remy asked knitting her eyebrows and stared seriously into her eyes.
"Do." Allison separated and leaned a little more with each word, "You. Love. Me?" She asked sternly.
"With everything I have." Remy sat forward and despite Allison's attempt to swat her hands away again, she wrapped her arms around her. "You know that. You are just lime green J-ello when you know you don't need to be."
"Pff" Allison scoffed as she tried to push from Remy and up off her completely.
"No." Remy grabbed onto her tighter, and Allison struggled with her more mumbling things under her breath, "NO!" Remy picked her up and pushed her roughly against the wall, "Stop!"
"Fuck you!" Allison slapped her.
"Is that what you want?" Remy took Allison's face with her hand, "Do you want me to fuck you?" She was still panting from the small fight, "Do you want a fuck, or do you want me to make love to you? Don't you want me to show you how I feel about you?...and how I definitely don't feel about anybody else?"
Allison was staring at her with tears in her eyes. Remy nodded, "You are more stubborn than a fucking mule Darling." She kissed her. "I won't go back there unless you're with me okay? Is that what you want?"
"No. I trust you." She read Remy's undertone with her last couple statements despite the sincerity Remy said them with, she knew the brunette thought she didn't trust her. "I don't know what's wrong with me Babe…I just…I want you all the time…I'm jealous when you talk to other people…" She lost her words at that point.
"I'm crazy in love with you too Baby…don't worry, soon you'll probably get sick of me, and we'll be fighting to keep us alive…" Allison gave her a look that said she didn't want to fight to keep them alive, and Remy laughed and pushed her hard against the wall, "It's bound to happen. We just have to want to fight for what we know is a Godsend… You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. You are the love of my life. You are the one person that I am supposed to be with; I know this. You know it too, I can see by the look on your face." Remy grinned as Allison looked at her.
"I do trust you." Was all Allison could get out…she had so much more to say, but she couldn't form the words. So, she took Remy's hand that had fallen from her face to her neck and kissed each fingertip.
Remy leaned in and kissed her firmly, passionately on her lips. "I love you." She stared at Allison, wanting to hear the words in return.
"I love you too." She had their foreheads pressed together.
Remy pushed from the wall and brought them upstairs. They were kissing the entire way. She got them to the bed, and instead of laying Allison down, she sat down with the blonde straddling her. Allison's hands were in her hair and hers were running up the shorter girl's back so she could hold onto her shoulders to grind into her.
"Mmm! Allison squealed slightly and stood on her knees as she pulled from the brunette's knees. "Touch me here." She took Remy's hand and brought it down to her pants. Then undid her pants and took her lover's hand again, "Touch me here…please."
Remy did as told, as she wrapped her free hand around the blonde's waist, and kissed anywhere she could whether it was covered or not.
Allison gasped as Remy finally began to move her fingers. She brought her face to her own and kissed her. "This…this is what you do to me." She breathed out.
Remy took this opportunity to flip them over and do her best to disrobe them both as much as possible.
~0~0~
Hours passed as they mode love as if it were their honeymoon, or their first time together. They smiled at each other as they woke and the morning sun gleamed through Remy's window.
Soon after Remy's phone, and in turn Remy, started singing.
No other love, Darling I'm flying
No other love, Darling I'm flying
And I can go. I can go anywhere.
But no other love could take me there
Oooh.
Remy moved on top of Allison and kissed her stomach as she sang with her alarm that just played the song through.
"I love you." They both whispered at the same time.
"Time for school" Remy said, unmotivated, a few moments later.
~0~0~0~0~0~0~
Two weeks later during lunch, Remy was walking over to the table that Allison, Lisa and James were at when she saw Foreman sitting at the fountain in the quad by himself. He was leaning against the fountain wall and had just opened a soda, and a bunch of the older jocks—excluding House amazingly—came up to him. They took his lunch and drink, and the only thing she heard was "Pick a side and stay loyal to it, Prick." She was sure that more was said, but she couldn't hear. She walked over to him in her hat, tight-fitted baseball tee that said "Jealous?" with a picture of Amy Poehler's SNL character: Amber, baggy boy jeans with a studded belt, and her converse.
"Hey, Foreman." She sat next to him and gave him her soda and half of her chicken salad sandwich. She looked out over the field, feeling completely awkward.
He stared at her waiting for her to talk. When she didn't, he did. "What are you doing?"
"Hanging out." She replied, that awkward feeling still taking residence in her stomach.
"Why are you hanging out here?" He was still staring at her.
"Because…I hang out with people I like." She looked at him and smiled. When he looked at her like he thought she had an agenda, she continued, "Look. I know that you want to play sports and I know that you're the type of stand up guy to stick out rather un-glorified situations. But…I just want to let you know that if you were to quit football and just do baseball and basketball, it would make sense. And, I know that the football guys would all have something to say, but they obviously have something to say now too…" She let her words sink in. "I'm just saying." She shrugged.
Foreman said nothing and nodded. "And…I mean, I can't guarantee anything for the other party members, but I'll be at every game regardless…I go to things that are important to people I like—even if they don't necessarily say it aloud." She sighed as she stood. "Look, you're very much the strong silent type…like Batman, which is awesome, but it's rather awkward for me."
"What do you want?" He asked finally breaking his silence.
"Nothing…I just want you to know that I'm there for you…along with Allison and more than likely Lisa and James…As the famous song in the story about toys goes: 'You got a friend in me'…" She shrugged and started to walk away.
"Good." That was the only thing Foreman said as he kept his place against the fountain.
Remy had turned back to him and smiled and nodded, "Good." She turned and continued her trek to her boo and other friends.
"HEADS UP!" And Australian accent yelled.
Remy, of course turned around to see a football flying towards her face. She sure as hell was not going to be Marcia fucking Brady with a broken nose, so her hands flew up and caught the ball on instinct…all those years of being a tomboy really paid off now. She was about to get all up in Ausshole's business, but stopped short when she saw House stalk over to him.
"What the fuck are you doing?" He asked. Chase stuttered and didn't get an answere out. "You ju-you ju- you just were being the ultimate annoying fucker!" He turned to Remy and called, "I'm sorry Thirteen." Then he turned back to Chase, "Don't throw a football at fucking girls, dickhead!" He slapped the back of his head to show his seriousness.
Maybe he really is changing… Remy thought as she threw a pretty good spiral if she did say so herself back to House. She turned again and finally got to her Baby.
"Hey Boo." She kissed her cheek.
"Kitty!" Allison pulled her in for a real kiss.
"Okay." Lisa threw her French fry back on her plate and wiped her hands, "You two have officially ruined Monsters Inc. for me…"
The both grinned at her. "Sorry Lis…" Remy was grinning as she turned back around to watch as her peers raced around throughout the lunch period. This was her time to sit and breath and be. Her time to be calm and focus on nothing…and she was with Allison.
AN: Okay, I know, I know, I've been gone for a really long time. I apologize. I do have an epilogue planned if you guys want me to post it, just let me know and I will try to get it written and up soon. I have been completely obsessing over The L Word, cause I had never seen it before…and now I own the entire series….I'm just saying it's fucking amazing and I put a line from on of the episodes in this chapter because when I was finishing it, it seemed so amazingly appropriate, I had to use it…not that you guys really care….
As always let me know what you think! Oh, and I apologize if it doesn't flow….