Author's Note:
Apologies for the wait guys, I just had a lot of things to worry about including high school and it's difficult since I go to a Naval Academy. That's right folks, this female writer is a badass...at least that's what I keep telling myself, but actually in reality I'm awkward and nerdy. I think? I'm not sure.
Also, if any of you have any questions concerning the story or anything about my personal life that's not too personal, feel free to PM me or leave a review.
And I've been watching 8-BitRyan's lets plays of Outlast and Case: Animatronics, as well as Markiplier's videos of Emily Wants To Play and my new infatuation...Until Dawn...and lets just say I shipped so many F/F characters, and of course imagining my OC, Lexi Diaz, in on the journey. By the way, Outlast: Whistleblower. Awesomely messed up in a good way, a very remarkable story indeed.
Can You Stand The Heat?
AKA Acafellas Part 2
The sudden ringing of the cellular phone in my pocket catches me off guard as I start my session of my morning run. Stopping in my tracks, I pull out my phone from my sweats and look down to see my little sister's cheeky face. Smiling to myself, I press the phone to my ear and wait for the impending rays of sunshine.
"How's it going bitch?"
Echo Diaz greets me with the most cheerful voice despite the words she had just uttered. For being two years younger than me, that girl sure has a vulgar mouth. Thinking it over in my mind, I should've probably considered watching my own mouth around her. Oops.
"Great, thanks for asking."
"I know, I'm awesome like that."
I scoff playfully. "Nice to hear you haven't changed even a single bit, jackass," I shake my head with amusement, but my eyes widen when an elderly woman passes by me on the sidewalk. Her eyes narrow dangerously. I smile sheepishly at her as I cover the phone with my palm, blocking off sounds so Echo doesn't hear the humiliating event that's very likely going to happen. "Good morning ma'am." I try to smile at her, but awkward moments like this make me cringe.
"You better watch that mouth of yours in public young lady." She shakes her head at me. I gulp. Nodding in response, my not halfway there smile easily slipping into a deep frown.
I nervously take a step back. "Yes ma'am, have a good day." I tell her, blanching even more as Echo's voice manages to fill the air with more crude remarks.
Quickly, I walk towards the park. Speed walking with determination to escape further shame. I get irritated by the second as Echo continues ranting on and on about something. My eyes scan the area, trying to find a decent tree that's high enough to sit on and not be seen. Finally spotting one a few paces away from the playground that had ironically only a single family, I grab onto a branch. Once seated safely on the second level, I place the phone back onto my ear, my sister's voice becoming clear.
"Are you even listening to me?! Dammit! Talk already!"
I roll my eyes. Sighing with exasperation, I answer her. "Can you please be quiet, you're giving me a fucking headache."
"I'm giving you a headache?! What about me, huh?! I'm an eighth grader, Lexi! You know, the year right before freshmen year!"
"So what? I was a freshman too and I did just fine." I shrug my shoulders to myself.
"That's cause you have Cameal for crying out loud! Me? Sure, I got friends, but it's not the same as having your sister there to emotionally support you!"
"It's not my fault Echo!" I whisper back harshly. "You of all people should know that I can't keep flying back and forth. That's just too much money to spend that we don't have."
"Of course I know that Dumbo! But, it's YOUR fault because you promised that you'd at least call me before school started here."
"Echo, you know that I'd be busy here too."
"Really Lexi?" She scoffed with disbelief. "How is that an excuse? You could've at least called me when you got there. But ya know what the fuck you did? Nothing. No effort whatsoever." I look down at my lap, realizing my foolishness. "Great and mighty Lexi is too good to keep her promise and doesn't even call me once. Don't you remember that I struggle talking to people? It's like a death penalty for me."
"Just talk, it's as simple as that. And don't forget, I was in your place too! But my anxiety is fucking worse than yours! Just woman the fuck up, already and get that stick outta your ass!"
"That's not my fault! Seriously, we haven't seen each other for about a month and suddenly you forget the fact that you have a sister..."
My heart clenches at her words. It's true, everything that's happened here has made me confused that I've completely forgot about everything at home. Every time my sister tried calling or either one of my parents did, I'd be sleeping or just not be in the mood to communicate. It pains me that I've forgotten. It's not that I don't want to try calling, it's just that if I do I might get homesick and then feel the urge to go back home. And that means leaving the girls behind and I don't want that. I'm still trying to figure it all out. I just can't leave yet...not without closure.
"I know."
I hear a snort and an almost silent sniffle. "Yeah? Well it certainly feels like it dumbass."
And with that she hangs up.
Taking my phone away from my ear, I speedily get rid of the stinging tears in my eyes.
"Diaz! What the hell are you doing up there?!" A familiar voice calls out.
My eyebrows furrow in confusion and shock. Glancing down, I spot Santana staring up at me on the ground. "Santana, what are you doing here?"
She rolls her eyes at me. If I wasn't so disappointed with myself I would have laughed...or not...er...-she might kill me. She places her hands on her hips that just screams authority. "It's a public place, I can be here whenever the hell I want Bagheera!" She says with her usual sass.
I raise an eyebrow at her. "Did you just call me one of the characters from The Jungle Book?"
"Whatever." Looking at me for a moment, she stares at me with those light brown chocolate orbs that make me feel calmer after what had transpired between my sister and I.
After a couple of seconds, I sigh. "So...do you like...want me to come down or are you going to come up here and save me?"
"...and that's about it." I finish, telling her the whole story (not the thing including her and Fapieberry, that would be stupid) after climbing the branches and noticing my internal tornado of emotions. She looks at me from the corner of her eye. "What do you think?" I ask, when she doesn't respond right away.
She turns her body towards me, leaning against the tree and crossing her arms. I gaze at her curiously, wondering what is going on in her head as my fingers trace the markings of the branch we are sat on. "You're a dumbass." She deadpans, shooting me a bored look before looking down at the kids that have began playing soccer below our dangling legs.
"Yeah." I roll my eyes exasperatedly. "Well I already heard that from my sister, so there's really no point in saying it again." I muttered absentmindedly, playing with the watch on my right wrist.
"Doesn't matter. I still think you're a dumbass." She replied just as a short auburn haired girl knocked the ball into the net.
I smile unconsciously, being reminded of my sister when we had played against each other that one time. My jaw tenses when I slowly remember our intense exchange earlier. Shaking my head, I hang my head low. I know my sister is right, I know Santana is also and she sure as hell knows it. I wanted to call Echo, but how can I explain why when the reason is because of your super gay feelings for four different girls. It's unheard of and confusing to no end. What would I say? That I wouldn't call her or else I'd get homesick and I won't be able to survive it. So I'd want to move back, but it means leaving. Leaving them. It's painful.
She knows I'm gay. Everyone in my family knows I'm gay.
Gay for four different girls.
Feelings for four different people let alone all of them being female. That's gonna be hard to explain. I don't even know what my family's opinion is on polyamorous relationships. Then again, I have a dick. Freak of nature, am I right? Might as well go all the way with oddity.
"Look." Santana begins, catching my attention. She shifts on the branch, sliding closer to me. "I don't usually do this because I hate being a sentimental mush of crapiness. So you listen to me and you listen to Snixx, got it?" She stated, pointing a well manicured finger in my face, her eyes showing genuine concern for me.
I nod right away...even though I have no absolute idea who this...Snixx is.
That's her inner self.
Huh?
That's her inner-
Yeah, yeah. I heard you, but how do you know?
Oh, I meet her every Tuesday for coffee.
...okay then?
"You fix this crap you started, okay? No excuses. You tell your sister whatever the hell your problem is with calling her and BOOM! Problem solved. Just talk it out." She tells me, snapping her fingers and wiping imaginary dust off of her shoulders.
I blink.
"That's it?"
"Trust me." She grabs my hand and the nerves in my back go haywire. I see her eyes widen and I can tell she felt it as well. Just now I've noticed how close we've been sitting next to each other. The warmth of her hand radiates against mine and the fresh scent of her breath hits my nose. She lifts up her hand to touch my right cheek. Soft fingertips brush against my jaw, a slightly ticklish tingle that causes me to smile a bit. We sit there for what seems a long while, enjoying the way the breeze touches our exposed skin and the sounds of the children frolicking below us.
"Hey! Watch out!" The voice of a little girl screams.
My head snaps down to see an airborne soccer ball hurling towards the Latina beside me. Not being able to react quickly, it hits her in the forehead with a loud impact that makes her stumble backward. Oh shit! My eyes widen as my arm shoots out, grabbing her waist firmly. I pull her against my form, my other hand barely latching onto a nearby branch. The autumn leaves around us shake and two squirrels run past us around the trunk.
"¡Dios mío! ¿Estás loca? ¡Mira dónde apuntas!" (Translation: My God! Are you people crazy?! Watch where you aim!) She yells harshly, her voice straining with slight fear as she clutches onto my hoodie with vice grip.
Better stop this before it gets out of hand...
I think, glancing down at the two smirking boys. "Sorry, not sorry." One of them says with a creepy grin. The other one sticks his stupid tongue out at us, making me want to slap the both of them in the back of their heads.
...or not.
A smirk spreads across my lips, watching Santana as she glares at them before climbing down and going on a full blast rant that has the two kids cringing in horror.
Getting home after a long day with Santana, who by the way still has me surprised with her unusual, yet welcomed sweetness; I see Cameal on one of the porch chairs reading a book. "Hey Cameal, what are you doing out here?"
She looks up at me with a questioning twinkle in her eye that makes me very suspicious about what's going to happen as soon as I step foot inside the house. "Oh, you know." She says in an exaggerated tone, making my eyes narrow. "Just catching up on some reading." She lifts up the leather bound book in her possession, showing me a surprisingly colorful cover.
I raise an eyebrow at her. "When you mean reading, do you mean porn fantasies?" I question her, a chuckle excaping my mouth.
She scoffs even though there's a notable crack in her voice. She's fucking lying. "Uh...n-no! That's just absurd. You-you...absurd-like person? It's very absurd. Very and absolutely absurd in an absurd way! You're absurd!" She points accusingly at me.
"Is that why you keep saying absurd?" I smirk triumphantly. Her only response is a nonthreatening glare and the flip of her middle finger. "How absolutely charming of you Cameal. It's so charming that it's very and absolutely absurd in an absurd way."
She sniffs, her nose scrunching up as she proceeds to glare at me. "Just shut up."
I nod slowly, clicking my tongue. "Kay."
Continuing to the door, I slowly turn the knob. Pushing the door open, I lean my head back expecting something horrid to pop out from behind it. When nothing does, I call out. "Graham!" Cameal's footsteps tap closely behind me as I walk through the hallway.
"I'm in the kitchen!" Her voice bounces through the hall. As soon as I step foot into the kitchen, I am met with the sight of the Muñoz family seated around the island. Without a thought, I slouch to myself, feeling the awkwardness start to gather around me. However, with the way the fraternal twins are grinning wildly at me, it soothes my nerves knowing I don't have to converse with my aunt and uncle with a tense manner.
"Lexi!" Veronica, the eldest twin's voice booms through the room. Without waiting for a response, I'm taken into soft arms. I smile in amusement when I hear the other half of the twins yell out.
"Group hug!"
Mandy jumps onto my back, leading everyone to join in and contribute to my death. "I'm being tortured." I choke out when Veronica embraces me even tighter. I almost hear my bones crack under the harsh pressure. Letting go of me, the older twin pats my head even though she's four inches shorter than me. "Stop that." I swat her hand away. "I'm not a dog."
Veronica rolls her eyes at me. "Sure, you're not." A teasing smile is shown.
I laugh and this time I'm the one to initiate the bone crushing embrace. Lifting her off the floor, I whisper lowly. "Missed you Nica."
"Hey! What about me?!" Mandy grumbles, a pout on her lips.
Making sure the eldest sister is safely on the ground, I turn towards the young sibling and hug her softly. "I'll never forget about my MM." I smirk at her after I've let go.
"Since Lexi is here, let's eat!" Graham says, a special sparkle in her eyes.
"Which grade are you in now? I keep forgetting." Veronica states, looking through the collection of literature on my bookshelf.
"Seriously?" Mandy deadpans, tying her chocolate locks into a pony from her spot at my desk.
"Uh yeah?" Nica replies, finally grabbing a book and plopping down on the floor.
Mandy rolls her eyes, making Cameal and I smirk in amusement. "Let me remind you dweeb, that Lex is older than us by a year." She starts, leaning back in her seat. Veronica nods, listening carefully. "And we're in the ninth grade. Just really think about it genius."
"Excuse me for not remembering. I mean, come on, we haven't seen this bitch for a long time." Veronica gestures to me with the tip of her book. Cameal coughs loudly, giving the twin an expectant look. "We haven't seen these bitches for a long time." Veronica corrects herself. "Do you really expect me to remember these things?" The older Muñoz points to herself.
Mandy tilts her head to the side as if she was contemplating the question, but then she responds the way Quileute members of my generation do.
"Eh."
That's it?!
Simple. Right, brain?
...
Nothing, really?!
"To answer your question, I'm in my sophomore year." I tell them, exasperated with this ongoing argument as I throw my hands up and let them fall back against the bed.
"Oh, cool." Veronica tells me before blanking out as her gaze remained on the pages in her lap with a distant look.
That's one thing I have in common with the girl. I just blank out what people are saying half the time and then later...I deal with the mortification of being caught. Let's just say, Rachel figured out or found out that particular fact. And we've sort of probably made a deal that if I do that again...my ears will be paying the consequence of being flicked.
"Did ya guys hear the news back in La Push?" Mandy asks, after a few minutes of comfortable silence.
Cameal and I share a glance before she asks. "What news?"
"Lexi's family is packin' up and movin' here." Veronica replies instead just as Mandy opens her mouth to answer. The older sibling smirks at her glaring twin.
I let the information sink in before I burst out into question. "Wait, what?!" I exclaim in shock, confusing me as to why I hadn't been informed about this a long time ago.
"Yeah dude." Veronica glances at me in a puzzled way. "Didn't Echo tell you when she called? She said she was going to talk you today about it by the time we got here from the airport."
My eyes widen, tears form in my eyes. Oh shit... I realize that's the main reason why Echo had contacted me, but instead... God, I'm such an asshole. Pretending to scratch my forehead, I hide behind my sleeve to wipe at the offending drops of water. "Um...no actually, I guess she forgot to mention it." I shrug as casually as I can.
"Oh!" Mandy snaps her fingers. "Cameal's cousins are too." She says, locking eyes with said girl beside me.
"You mean Brandon and Ferris?" Cameal's eyebrows furrow just as mine do. The twins nod simultaneously.
"Why though?" I ask, wondering about Echo and everyone else. What's with everyone wanting to move all of a sudden?
"Don't know." The younger sibling shrugs. "They said that there were problems in La Push that they couldn't deal with, so basically everyone in our family circle is moving here while the rest of the tribe stays to solve it."
I turn my head to look at Cameal, effectively forming a telepathic conversation with her through our eye contact. This odd thing has happened before. We don't know how...or...why, but it just does. It's not exactly frequent though, maybe more or less just popping in every now and then. Although, when it does, the timing is very coincidental and precise.
I'm suspicious.
Me too.
I wonder just what the hell is going on over there.
...you thinking what I'm thinking?
I think I know what you're thinking, but I'm not sure what I'm thinking is the thought that you are thinking...I think?...so...-yeah! Carry on and ignore my blab.
I gesture for her to carry on, oblivious to the two pairs of eyes that are staring at Cameal and I as if we had gone completely mad.
This calls for an investigation.
Well?
...do you mean like right now or some other time...? Because to be honest, I'm a lazy sack of worthless nonsense. And...-oh, wait! Or ya know, you can just do the investigation alone. I'd be no help whatsoever.
Really? You're going to leave this whole mystery to me?
...I mean...yeah. Pretty much. And yes, I know I'm your best friend and you're mine...but I'm lazy and I'd just drag you down with me.
You're a bitch!
Yeah, well it takes one to know one!
That was so fucking lame.
Eh, that was the first thing that came to mind.
Whatever.
Awww, you mad bro?
...
Cameal?
...
Answer me! Oh, come on! Ya know I'm a lazy fucker so I won't be any help!
...
Seriously? You know what, never mind. I'll just shut up.
I turn my attention to the sisters, their necks snap from left to right, gazing at us weirdly like we're the weirdos. Okay, I am a weirdo. I'm proud to say that. I'd gladly take the trophy if there is one.
"What the fuck was that?" They scream in unison.
Strolling down the hall towards AP World Studies, I am so deep in thought that I don't notice the presence of two people behind me. Arms suddenly loop through mine. Without a single clue of what's going on, I am dragged into a dark classroom. The door slams shut and I hear the lonely click of the lock in the all too silent room.
"What the hell is this?" I mutter to myself, greatly astonished as to why the danger alarms in my head aren't sounding off. Like...isn't this kidnapping? So why am I not screaming like my life depended on-
In a flash, the lights turn on and reveal two cheerleaders. My eyes scrutinize their expressions.
Brittany, is present with a cheery expression that makes me shoot her a smile without a single prodding. And of course Santana, stands beside the tall blonde with an air of indifference.
Ahhhhh, so that's why danger alarms didn't sound off.
Although, I expected these expressions...-Santana's perplexed me. Shouldn't she be on a rampage what with the news of Pucktana breaking up? Instead of this neutral behavior, shouldn't she be angry? Out for blood perhaps. Not calm and collected. These words connected to Santana...those are what set me on the edge. I just don't know what to expect. Will the sweet and amusingly sarcastic girl that called me Bagheera come out to play OR another new side that I have not seen yet? I'm leaning towards the former on the wish list. Anyways, when the news had gotten to me, maybe I was jumping for joy in the bathroom. Maybe not. But I'll deny that tiny fact OR just not say anything at all because as far as I know, you and I know are the only ones that know what I am thinking. Yes, you all. The reader of my thoughts. And me Lexi Diaz. We are the only ones that know.
Snapping out of my thoughts, I nervously switch my gazes between them. My feet back me into a teacher's desk and I appreciatively use it as an opportunity to rest against it. "Did you...um...ladies need something?"
"I told you before Diaz." Santana confidently strides forward, my mouth drying up in anticipation. "First day of school." A recognizable predatory stare in her eyes make me gulp. "You remember what happened that day?" She stops in front of me, pressing her whole body against mine before dragging a smooth finger along the column of my throat. The thigh that is unexpectedly wedged between both of my own almost makes me choke on my breath.
"Uh-uh..." I gaze pleadingly at Brittany who just smirks at me with the same attractive stare. Dammit, I'm gonna die here.
"You." She slides her finger down, flicking at my crew neck shirt with disdain and eyes my neck. "Set aside my offer." Her eyes dart up and I realize I am definitely screwed. Her usual light chocolate brown have shifted into damn near onyx black. A smirk creeps onto her lips, causing a lovely shiver to run up my throat. "I don't like that, Lexi."
With a sudden force, I'm knocked flat onto the desk. Santana straddles my hips. Her spandex covered center grinds against the zipper of my pants. I painfully hold in a breath, feeling a building vein on the right side of my neck. My arms tremble at my sides, losing the power to do anything else but that. My breathing works against me with its loud obviousness. "I-I told you Santana...I had plans prior to when you had asked." And I did. I think I had to meet Quinn at the playground. Yeah, that was it. Why am I so weak against female authority? Why? "Besides-" My eyes widen when Santana leans down.
I suck in a quick breath.
Her nose barely grazes mine when a shadow appears at my side.
"San, I'm gonna go to class. I really don't want to miss Geometry." Brittany saves me before Santana had the chance to lean down all the way. I don't think I can survive this. Now I really want sweet Santana here. As much lust filling this is I really wanna meet more of sweet Santana. I need sweet Santana. Attractive and sexy Santana is too fast for me. This is too far ahead of my speed limit. To my luck, Santana decides to drag her lips across mine. Her teeth sneak out and bite by bottom lip for a second before letting go completely. I release an agonizing moan and my hands unconsciously fly to Santana's hips. Trembling fingers grip onto the red uniform with desperation.
My hazy eyes watch as Santana slowly sits up, her center grinding against me again. My jaw tenses. "Alright." She leans towards Brittany and places a searing kiss onto her mouth. When they separate, they both wink at me with knowing expressions.
"Be gentle with her San. I want my turn soon." Brittany rubs at Santana's arm before leaning down towards me. Her delicate lips touch mine and the smell of a sweet tangerine scent evades my senses. The kiss ends too quickly, and I resist the urge to pout when she pulls back a few inches. "See you later." She whispers softly, rubbing my cheek with her thumb. The touch lulls my hyper nerves as her eyes roam over my features. She leans in again and presses her lips against my temple. She rises to full height and pecks Santana on the corner of her mouth, making my heart swell in adoration. The blonde skips towards the door and silently clicks it shut before blowing me a kiss.
Multiple rounds of clicks catch my attention.
My eyes slowly drift away from the door and to the Cheerio's clicking tongue. "I recall wanting to see what's under your shirt." And before I realize it, her hands had wiggled their way under the fabric and her hands are noticeably warmer than average. Nevertheless, there's a sensational heated feeling on my abdomen as experienced fingertips dance on my stomach with nails taking the lead. "But all you did was reject me."
My eyes narrow with puzzlement and then I feel it.
A burning in my side ignites as Santana grasps where my ribs lay. "Uh Santana?"
"You rejected me." The burning intensifies as I shift under her uncomfortably, her hand tightens on my ribs. The sharpness of her fingernails making crescents into my skin.
"Santana, I really think-"
"And I was being NICE about it!" Her unhuman like growl makes me jump from beneath her. However, my abrupt movement doesn't deter her. My heart rate quickens as fear builds high in my throat. The tightness around my stomach has me wanting to vomit out my insides. I begin to fidget vigorously, the hand on my abdomen still hasn't budged. Instantaneously, a painful stab of scalding heat shovels cruelly into my skin. A huge beat in my heart leaps out instantly. It's as if my a part of my soul was ripped out and replaced with a familiar tingle.
"Oh shit! Santana!" I shoot up on the desk and grab her wrist purposefully. "Santana, stop!" I yell out in frustration, making the girl look at me as if only seeing me for the first time. I blink back in surprise at the deep shiny red hues in her eyes, and then they were gone. Replaced with heavy tears as her hands slap over her mouth to prevent the sob.
"Oh no! I-I-"
"N-No, Santana it's fine." My words fall out hurriedly with a tremble. What the hell happened? "It's fine, I promise." Santana shakes her head furiously before her forehead falls against my shoulder. A choked sob repeats and a still stinging print on my side shocks me with a quick blast of heat that makes me stab my upper teeth into my lip, drawing out blood from the pain. And after a moment, the agonizing feeling was gone only to be replaced with a cooling buzz. My arms wrap around her shaking form and the desire to comfort her tugs roughly on the arteries on my heart with fire like binds. The image of a steel cord flashes into my mind. Except there was a black haze that seemed to be flowing around the steel. The cord ignites with a fiery blaze at the bottom that spirals around until reaching the very top that sprouts an impressively large black talon. And as fast as it came, a blinding white light takes over and I am embracing Santana in my arms. Hot tears touch my neck and I feel connected to this girl. As if I was marked. A blast of warmth runs through my veins, just resting everywhere throughout my being...-and oddly, I feel quite nice.
"It's fine Santana. Perfectly fine." I assure the sobbing girl in my arms before placing a kiss on the top of her head.
"Only time will tell."
A/N: So I changed quite a lot of things in this chapter.
Also apologies for the translation, you can blame Google Translate for that.
