Selena awoke to an empty Godfrey house. She had to admit she wasn't completely surprised to find herself in an empty bed although she had hoped that she wouldn't. Sighing, she dug her clothes out of the dryer and dressed herself before making her departure. She didn't know how to feel about her night with Roman. It had been in the heat of the moment while both of them were overcome with a mixture of feelings. She didn't know if Roman had slept with her because he actually liked her or if he did it to spite Peter. She figured it was most likely a mixture of both. Her stomach growled as she made the long trip home reminding her that she hadn't eaten in hours. She silently prayed that Lynda had made breakfast as she came upon the house.
"Morning," she called out as she came face to face with Lynda and Peter. Lynda turned to greet her happily as she made pancakes. Peter took one look at her and his initial happiness upon waking up disappeared.
"Have a nice night?" Selena asked with a raised eyebrow at him as she sat across the table. She waited for his answer- wanting to see if he'd tell her the truth or not. He stopped eating as he watched her pile pancakes onto her plate. She wore the same clothing she did yesterday and he felt his stomach turn as he realized she'd never answered his text last night and didn't come home.
"Sel, where were you last night? You weren't here when I got home," Lynda asked as she turned the stove off.
"Let's just say we all got our fair share of Godfrey last night," she replied with a smirk. Peter opened and closed his mouth as she met his stare, challenging him to deny the truth behind her words. He gave her a disgusted look which she returned equally.
"You didn't," Lynda exclaimed. "What is it with you two and Godfrey's."
They sat in silence as they ate their breakfast. Lynda excused herself after a few pancakes as she felt the tension grow between the two adolescents and she did not want to get caught in the crossfire. Peter lost his appetite when he saw the bruises on Selena's neck and realized she'd allowed him to feed on her.
"You've obviously got no respect for yourself. Letting him feed on you," he claimed in disgust. She threw her fork down and looked at him with eyes blazing.
"Oh because fucking a pregnant girl is so much better?" She growled. He was taken aback at her anger. He'd felt guilt after sleeping with Letha, although his physical needs thanked him for it. The girl had been more than willing to do so and he took the opportunity to take his frustrations out on her. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about Selena. He'd pictured her as the girl beneath him the entire time.
But she hadn't been beneath him. She'd been beneath Roman. That thought tore his heart in two.
"It wasn't like that," he said exasperated. She scoffed at his reply.
"So you weren't sticking your dick in Letha Godfrey, is that what you're trying to say?" She argued knowing well that Roman wouldn't have come home the way he did if it wasn't true.
"Stop! Stop it!" He stood abruptly causing the whole table to rattle. He pulled at his hair not knowing how to make her understand. "I love you for fuck's sake!" He attempted to move closer to her but she merely moved back out of his reach.
"You can't claim to love someone after sleeping with someone else," she spat. He winced at her words.
"What about you? You sleeping with Roman is just something I'm supposed to be happy with?"
"Roman has treated me better than you have lately."
"You haven't known him for that long!" He yelled angrily.
"Exactly! I've known you for years and you still manage to break my heart." Both of their bravados immediately died at her words. Selena fought back tears as Peter attempted to hug her. "Don't," she said as she held up a hand to stop him. He ignored her warning and engulfed her in a warm hug that they both desperately needed. "I think I'm going to take a shower now," she finally said as she broke away from his grip.
Selena hadn't heard from Roman since that night. She sat on Peter's empty bed and played with her phone, debating whether or not to call him up. She and Peter had returned back to normal, both of them ignoring what had happened. It wasn't healthy to bury feelings but that's what they both did in an attempt to avoid more conflict between them.
"Hey," Peter greeted as he dumped his bag on the floor. He gulped as he realized Selena was in a slinky nightdress that barely covered her thighs.
"Hey," she replied, unaware of his stare. She hadn't looked up from her phone set on Roman's contact. She chewed her lip as she argued internally with herself whether or not to hit that call button. She was so focused on the phone that she didn't realize Peter was now in front of her until his hand touched her face.
She froze when Peter inched closer, wrapping his arms around her waist and a look of confusion crossing her face. Peter took advantage of her moment of confusion to hungrily press his lips against hers, pushing her back into his bed as he hovered over her. He smiled as he realized that she was actually reciprocating the movement and took it as a positive sign to keep moving forward with his affections. He let his hands graze her bare thighs, pushing up her slip to reveal a pair of lace panties. He didn't hesitate as he moved the material and stuck two fingers into her thinking she'd melt into the heat of the moment. Instead she immediately pushed him off, her strength and the sudden movement catching him off guard as she stood.
"What game are you playing at?" He asked angry at the rejection he'd just faced. She gave him a disbelieving look as she straightened her slip dress out.
"Who's playing anything?" She huffed as she strode out of the room determinedly and straight towards the basket that held her clothes.
"So you can fuck Roman but not me?" He followed her out just as determined to get answers out of her. She rolled her eyes as she grabbed a pair of jeans and shoved her legs through them. Peter watched as she buttoned the pair before reaching for a jacket.
"And? You fucked Letha. Are you going to tell me to go have sex with her to call it even?" She barked back. He bit his tongue to keep from insulting her, knowing that if he did she'd be capable of leaving and not coming back. Selena tucked the silky slip dress into her jeans turning it into a shirt and threw a black hoodie over it.
"You honestly just don't get it, Peter," she sighed as she zipped her hoodie up. He frowned as her phone beeped and she opened a text, her facial expression immediately turning grim. "I have to go," she said as she quickly grabbed her bag.
"What? What am I supposed to do all day?" Peter asked. He'd planned to spend the day with her in hopes of remedying their friendship. He was thinking that maybe coming on to her wasn't such a great idea after all.
"Call up your parașută, I'm sure she'd love to see you," she replied with venom dripping from her words. He gave an exasperated sigh as she disappeared out the door.
"Oh, Roman," Selena said softly as she brushed his hair from his face. Shelley had sent her a text informing her of Roman's condition and she hadn't missed a beat before walking out of the door. Olivia had greeted her with open arms at her arrival before ushering her up to where Roman now lay in a coma.
"I thought he might wake up if he heard your voice," Olivia stated with hope as she watched her comatose son. It had apparently been her that had suggested to text her and Shelley had happily obliged, knowing how well the two of them got along. Selena looked around at the equipment and couldn't help but wonder if perhaps Roman should instead be in an actual hospital instead of his home.
"Thank you," she said as Shelley brought her a chair to sit on and placed it next to Roman. She set her bag on the floor and took a seat, Olivia and Shelley departing from the room in order to give her some privacy. She found she greatly appreciated the gesture.
"Roman, you need to come back," she said as she gently ran her fingertips across his arms. He looked calm, as if he was just asleep and they had caught him in the middle of a deep slumber. If only, she thought. She took hold of his hand drawing small circles on the back of it. "You can't just fuck me and then fall into a coma, you asshole," she said with a small laugh. His finger twitched against her skin and she immediately looked up hopeful that he had woken. She sighed when she realized that he was still asleep and that it must've been an involuntary muscle spasm that caused the small movement. Instead she simply leaned her head over his hand and let her eyes rest.
"You shouldn't be here. The full moon is tomorrow," Selena spoke without looking up from Roman's face. She'd been here for days now, only leaving to attend school and to shower. She hadn't slept at home in days but the bed Olivia provided for her was better than the old couch ever was.
"We're playing a game. You should come," Peter suggested completely ignoring what she had said. Selena had been a mess since Roman fell into a coma, often refusing to leave his side. He partly blamed himself for bringing her here to this god forsaken town in the first place.
"I'm fine. You guys play."
"Sel, you can't keep doing this," he started.
"Doing what? Caring about the one person who showed me appreciation? Who was an actual friend to me?" She sounded exhausted, the usual fight in her tone gone. She wasn't the Selena he was used to.
"We're your friends," he replied back a bit heartbroken at the fact she had felt so alone and he hadn't realized it. She turned to look at him and he frowned at seeing her physical state. There were dark circles underneath her eyes and her cheeks seemed to be sunken in more than normal. Her green eyes had lost their spark. He approached her and wrapped strong arms around her frail figure offering comfort. She let herself fall into him as she took a deep breath. Peter gently took her face in his hands, offering a sweet, gentle kiss.
"I'll be downstairs if you need me," he assured her as he kissed her again. She nodded before falling back into her seat next to Roman.
"I should go get him," she stated just as he was about to exit. He immediately stopped in his tracks and turned to look at her alarmed.
"Sel, you can't do that. There's no guarantee that you'll come back," he argued, panic filling his voice.
"Right now there's no guarantee that he'll come back at all. I have to try." Her throat felt dry as she looked between the two boys who she held dearest to her heart. She couldn't lose either of them.
"Please. It's been a week. At least give him a few more days, okay?" He pleaded with her. She stared at him and after seeing his panicked state reluctantly agreed.
"Fine. A few days."
Selena tried her hardest to not roll her eyes as Letha and Peter argued behind her. Letha had shown up in the morning and sat down quietly next to her. That silence had remained for a while before Letha decided to speak.
"You really care for him," she said. It was a statement, not a question and the young cat turned to look at the blonde girl. She noticed Letha was younger than them, maybe only about a year or so.
"I do." Selena observed the young girl and silently reprimanded herself for being so harsh towards her. She was just a girl vying for Peter's heart. There was nothing wrong with that.
"I'm glad to know Roman has friends now. And maybe you can be something more. I think that would be good for him," she spoke softly with sincerity that surprised Selena. This wasn't just a girl trying to get her out of the way in order to get to Peter. No, this was a girl who genuinely cared for the boy in front of them.
It hadn't been long after that when Peter showed up looking a bit crazed, immediately telling Letha to stay in her home tonight. She threw a fit, calling them all out for their bullshit and for acting like they were indestructible. Selena cringed as she motioned to Roman and couldn't help but feel sorry for the girl as she was the only normal one of the group. As werewolves, upir, and nekojin, there were actually very few things that could do them harm. But she didn't know that.
"I want to come with you," she said defiantly. Selena turned in surprise as Peter threw a lamp down, shattering it to pieces.
"Either do as I say or I'll never see you again, you stupid little bitch!" Selena's eyes widened at his tone as Letha began to cry. A car honked and Letha immediately left feeling humiliated and torn.
"That goes for you too," Peter spoke to Selena who had taken a seat once more.
"Fuck off," she replied, annoyed that he'd have the audacity to include her in his little "keep girls safe" plan. He grabbed her arm roughly and pulled her up.
"I'm fucking serious." She didn't hesitate a second before pushing him off of her.
"You don't fucking get a say in what I do." She was enraged now, but Peter didn't back down.
"Go home. Stay with Lynda."
"I'm not going anywhere." Peter groaned at her stubbornness and contemplated simply throwing her over his shoulder and dragging her straight home but he knew it would turn into a cat fight.
"Fine. But take care of yourself. Don't leave this room. And have Shelley with you."
"Fine."
She watched as Peter angrily left the room, no doubt to prepare for the full moon. She turned back to Roman and picked up his hand, allowing herself to do the one thing she had sworn off of.
The lines on his palm read so much anger and self hatred that it surprised her. Big things were going to happen to Roman and those who fell into his fate with him. She sighed as she debated with herself.
"Fuck it." She climbed into his bed, straddling his body as she traced figures on his chest and chanted softly. She took a deep breath before leaning down and pressing her lips against his.
She was back in the Godfrey mansion although this time she was in the garden instead of Roman's room. She looked around urgently shouting Roman's name as she tore into the house and through the rooms.
"Selena?" Roman asked as she entered Shelley's room. A naked girl from their high school stood behind him although she vanished almost immediately when Selena stepped into the room. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm getting you out."