A/N When I don't have school, I write most of the day. Ta-da. This would have been up sooner if not for a small bout of stubborn writers block :(
Disclaimer: Nope no flying pigs...
"It's disgusting." Eric looked over to the Aussie accent. He had a habit of switching between sitting with Lisa, House, Allison, and... everyone, and his best friend Robert. Although he had been sitting with the former slowly more and more over the past few months.
"What?" He asked turning back to his tool of a best friend.
"Them." Robert gestured to the table at which Eric's other friends sat.
"You know that they're my friends right?" Eric asked glancing between his cafeteria food, and his best friend.
"I mean Thirteen, and Allison. How are you okay with... That?" He stabbed her 'Salisbury steak' with his spork. Gesturing angrily at the two girls. Thirteen was currently placing kisses up Allison's arm to her shoulder. Chase's grip on his plastic spork tightened.
"You're just jealous." Eric chuckled.
"No. It's actually gross. I thought that Allison was straight." The Aussie paused. "Allison is straight." He said with more conviction.
"No. I don't think she is." Eric looked in the direction of the blonde in question. Robert glared at the back of his head, nostrils flaring.
"She is I'll prove it to you." He insisted.
"How are you going to prove that Allison is- No. No, Robert no. She's happy right now leave her alone." Eric slapped the table.
"How can she be happy with.. Her?" He scowled in the direction of the brunette. Who now had her chin seated on Allison's shoulder, looking up at her with puppy dog eyes. Which Robert could see Allison melting into.
"Because she loves her." Eric replied, in disbelief at the fact that he couldn't see that.
"She can't." He groaned, landing his forehead on his fist.
"She does, and you're going to have to come to terms with that." Eric glanced at the blonde in question. Who had just pressed a chaste kiss to Thirteen's lips.
"She doesn't." Robert replied as if that settled it. Eric rolled his eyes, and attempted to change the subject. He'd much rather just say that girls were stupid, and talk about last night's game. He knew Chase just loved pointing out everything he could have done better.
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"Allison, can I talk to you?" Robert asked as his ex-girlfriend came into view, dialing the combination into her lock. She groaned, and leaned against the locker. He obviously hadn't caught her accidentally, since he went out the other side of the school, and didn't have any classes this way after lunch.
"No." She finally recuperated when he reached the row of lockers. Not leaning against, them or in any other way showing that he may be comfortable.
"Allison. I just want to talk." He turned that pleading look on the petite blonde.
"And I don't." She replied with a fake cheery tone, and painful looking smile. Which dropped into a frown. When he didn't respond she turned to leave. Giving her locker an unnecessarily hard shove closed.
"Listen Allison." The blonde just kept walking. Picking up her pace a bit when it was obvious that he was following her. "She's not right for you." That caught her attention.
"What?" Allison whipped around, making Robert stop short, and have to take a step back so he could look her in the eye.
"Thirteen. She isn't right for you." He repeated, with confidence and arrogance galore.
"One. Yes yes she is. She's perfect for me. In every way possible. Two, what? Do you think you are?" She said the last part as if it was ridiculous. But that didn't stop Robert from answering.
"Yes, I do. What you need is a real man. You need someone who can take care of you. Especially now."Allison couldn't help but stare at him with disbelief for a moment. Before it turned to anger.
"Someone to take care of me? You have to be a man to take care of me? Why do you think I need taken care of?" Her anger quickly found itself put to use in a death glare when she couldn't much get it through with just words.
"Allison." His condescending tone made Allison want to gag.
"Robert." She replied in the same tone, but sprinkled with sarcasm.
"You just don't know what you need." He irked her. He got under her skin without even trying. She took a couple steps away. Needing more space between them, because it was making her uncomfortable.
"I know what I need. Very well, since I'm the one needing it. Right now I need my girlfriend." He seemed to visibly shudder at the word girlfriend. She gave him a humorless smile, before turning.
"Allison." He grabbed her arm. The muscles of it clenching at his touch. He turned her back to face him anyway. Grabbing hold of the other one. "You don't understand. I made a mistake. I still care about you." Allison attempted to back up, but his hands were still firmly gripping her arms, keeping her in his personnel space.
"Robert." She warned. Was it just her, or was he getting closer?
Yes he was. Allison tried shrugging his hands off, but his grip tightened on her arm, and she panicked. He was leaning. So obviously leaning. In a way that people only lean for one thing.
He reached her faster than she expected and attempted to kiss her. Succeeding for a good half a second. She threw out her hands, shoving him off of her, and stumbling back a few steps until there was a good amount of space between them. She was suddenly very aware of how empty the halls had gotten. Where was Remy. She needed Remy.
Robert shook the push off, and was closing the distance between them again. With long strides. Concern on his features. He just didn't get it.
"Robert. Get away from me. I don't want anything to do with you, so just leave me alone." She stumbled backwards a couple more steps. Nervous about taking her eyes off of him. Not wanting to turn her back on him.
"Allison." He pleaded with her name. Eyes wide and begging.
"Get out of here asshole." Allison had never been so grateful to hear House's voice.
Roberts wide blue eyes instantly went to slits in a death glare at the other guy.
"Scram." House jumped forward a bit. Only a few feet behind Allison. Robert after a quick glance between House, and Allison turned and left, fleding down the hall and around a corner.
"What the hell was that all about?" House asked. Stopping the blonde who was still taking slow steps backward at arms length away from him.
"How much did you see?" She asked, turning to face him after a few more seconds of staring at the corner Robert had turned to make sure he was gone.
"You backing away from him." House answered readily, in an out of character way. "Why, how much did you care if I saw?" He narrowed his eyes as the blonde looked at her feet.
She was ashamed of something he determined.
"Where's Remy?" Allison brushed off the question and looked up at House, who was staring her down with this intense scrutiny.
"Waiting by your car, where you told her to go. I was coming back in to get my keys out of my locker. When I saw that. What didn't you want me to see Cameron?" He looked up to the corner Robert had turned.
"Nothing." She answered a bit too quickly and cursed herself for it. She knew that House noticed, and looked to the side, away from his eyes. Hoisting her bag up on her shoulder, she headed for the door.
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"Hey babe. What kept you so long?" Allison was asked by her girlfriend who was leaning against the passenger side of her car, when she reached it.
"Oh nothing. Just my lock." Allison lied, looking up and throwing Remy a smile. Happy that the car was between them, because she was sure that Remy would try for a kiss, and Allison knew she couldn't kiss her right now. Not only did her mouth feel disgusting from the kiss Robert had forced on her. But she hated lying to her, and she was sure that if they were closer Remy would notice it right away.
"Oh..." Remy frowned, or maybe she did notice even with the distance. Allison unlocked the car, and slipped inside. The brunette on the other side followed suit.
"Is everything alright?" Remy asked, setting her bag at her feet and fishing out her work shirt.
"Yeah, just dandy." Allison replied. Her insides twisting as she lied again.
"You made fun of me for saying dandy on Monday." The brunette mock-glared at her. Not getting a reaction from the blonde she frowned. Usually she would reply with the something around the lines of that it was different when Remy used weird words. As she commonly did, or that Remy was a 'bad influence' on her. "Are you sure you're alright?" She gently touched the blonde's arm.
"Rem, I'm driving." Allison replied, keeping here eyes firmly glued on the road, and shaking the fingers barely touching her arm off. This was just adding to the reasons that Remy knew something was wrong. Allison had been fine with her touching her, and in many other ways distracting her while she drove, on many different occasions.
"Babe, I just want to make sure you're okay..." Remy knit her brows in a frown at the way, a bit of frustration and sorrow slipped onto Allison's focused features.
"I'm fine." Allison reassured, in a not very reassuring voice as she pulled into the parking lot of the laundromat. Remy let out a small huff. Obviously dissatisfied with the response. She turned to face Allison in her seat. In just her white tank top. Mid-changing into her uniform. "You should go. Don't want to be late." Allison gave her an unencouraging smile. That made Remy really not want to leave her.
"Allison... You can tell me anything." Remy touched the blonde's cheek with her knuckles. She still wasn't looking at her. "I love you." The brunette added. It made guilt well up in Allison.
She couldn't tell her. She just felt. Ashamed. That she had left herself open for him to kiss. Also a bit disgusting that he had kissed her. Just over all. Maybe she'd be able to tell her after she'd brushed her teeth about a hundred times.
"I love you too." Allison replied. Unable to put on a smile. Remy leaned across the divider, and Allison panicked a bit. Leaning away from the brunette. Causing the kiss aimed for the corner of her mouth to land awkwardly around her ear. "You should go." She insisted, unlocking the doors for emphasis.
"See you tomorrow." Remy sounded like a kicked puppy. Well if puppies could talk. Allison was pretty sure that that's what a kicked one would sound like.
"Yeah. Movie night." Allison managed to flash a smile, that was met with a blank stare. Remy opened the door behind her and slid out.
"Yeah... Bye..." Remy took a few steps backward. Pulling on her shirt. Before she turned around. Seeming to not want to take her eyes of the blonde. Allison watched her walk to the door, just as a middle aged guy walked out. Handing her the keys. She nodded to him and he barely sparred her a glance. Well a glance to her face.
Allison tightened her grip on the steering wheel. Banging her forehead against it. She felt like an idiot, and a horrible girlfriend. Remy just wanted to make sure that she was okay, and she had given her the cold shoulder.
She drove home, in a bit of a fog. Getting beeped at at least three times. She finally got there, and fell against her bed. Fumbling for her phone in her pocket.
"Hey Allie." The voice on the other end of the line answered enthusiastically.
"Hey Lisa..." Allison pulled her knees to her chest, lying on her side.
"What's up? Did something happen with your mom?" Allison inwardly groaned. Hoping that the fact that something had been up hadn't been that evident to Remy in the car, or else she'd know with more than just her lover's intuition that she wasn't alright like she had insisted.
"No. Something happened with Robert." She replied, squeezing the phone to her ear. "... and Remy." She added, squeezing her knees. "I'm an idiot..."
"I'm assuming you want to talk about it?" Allison could hear Lisa's frown, and nodded while she mumbled mhmm. Into the phone.
A/N Sorry to those of you that like Chase, since I made him a bit of a creepy, douch-ie ass in this chapter. I'm hoping to have the next one up soon. So review and soon will become sooner... (That sounds more like a demand than a plead.) review and soon will become sooner.