Hello, everyone. Sorry for the long delay. Life has been hectic and I have not been as happy with the stuff I've been draft as of late, so I hope this is ok.
Thanks to Idcam for the review. This story is quite a long one. Heather will become much stronger with a little bit of that old attitude, but I found the older version the be a little too bitchy and bratty to be honest, so I decided to dial it back a bit. The ages of the Calaway kids are: Rev-19, the twins-18 and Heather- 17, turning 18 towards the end of the story.
Alright, here we go:
"You did not, you little dork!" Reves gasped as she listened to last night's tale in disbelief.
"Believe me, I wished I hadn't," Heather grimaced.
"Alright then. Let me see it," Reves raised an eyebrow and held out her hand, expectantly.
"I can't. It-I lost it," Heather demurred as she recalled Kevin Nash snapping it in half and confiscating it from her.
"I suppose it's just as well," Jeff sigh. "I'm sorry Heather. That was really stupid on our part."
"So, what about me?" Reves demanded, miffed that she had been left out.
"Yeah, there was one made for you. But sorry, you ain't gettin' it," Amy shook her head, swaying her crimson locks.
"You fuckers suck!" Reves pouted.
"You still love us, though," Matt nudged her.
Rev's arms were folded over her chest and her face set in a scowl, though she tried not to smirk.
"Hey, I know that melody," Heather interjected in a passive tone as Jeff strummed on an acoustic guitar.
"Oh, of course, you do," Reves rolled her eyes.
"It's a Led Zeppelin song," Heather stated, trying to recollect the lyrics. She hummed the tune softly. "Going to California."
Jeff stopped playing. "You know all the lyrics?" he asked.
"Yes," Heather answered with a nod of her head.
"Let's give'r a go then."
"Oh no. I couldn't, Not here in the middle of the hall."
"What's the problem?"
"People will think I'm mental."
Jeff merely stared at her with an expression that seemed to say: 'Have you seen me? Do you really think I give a damn what people think or say?'
Heather blushed under his scrutiny and looked down at her shoes. "Oh, okay, but you have to sing along with me," she told him as she sat beside him on the black equipment crate.
Jeff began strumming the cords, getting the melody going. He glanced at Heather and that was the cue to begin singing. "Spend my days with a one of a kind. Smoke my stuff and drank all my wine…"
Their voices and the sound of the instrument had attracted some passing crew and superstars who were curious about the sound that had drawn them.
Heather didn't meet any of the dozens of pairs of eyes that were fixed on her. Instead, her eyes were trained on the floor. To her chagrin, she was aware that Jeff had stopped singing midway through. Frozen in her position, she continued to warble the poetic lyrics of almost unrequited love even though all she wished to do was hop down and sprint away from their gazes boring into her.
"Ride a white mare in the footsteps of dawn. Try to find a woman who's never, never been born…" Heather's eyes were still on the ground when she felt and eerily familiar gaze fixed on her person, one that beckoned her to raise her head to the left. Her heart nearly burst through her chest when she spied Nash with his friends, Hall and Waltman towards the back of the congregation. Her voice faltered and nearly cracked as she attempted to keep her notes steady. She quickly averted her stare. Her cheeks went from a soft pink to a ruby red as she quickly belted out the remaining lyrics.
Nash watched her from the back of the crowd. He couldn't believe she was paling around with the Hardys' and Amy after they stupidly put her in jeopardy last night. His eyes narrowed as he looked at Jeff playing his guitar. He suppressed the urge to walk straight up to the younger Hardy and bitch slap the rainbow.
When the song concluded the small congregation erupted into applause and whistles. Heather took the praise with gracious humility. Her face was ablaze due to the unaccustomed attention. Superstars and stagehands alike were congratulating and complimenting her performance; some of whom had never spoken more than a few words to her. The same could be said of her towards them. Though she grinned shyly, her eyes remained on the floor. She dared not shift her eye towards the three kliq members, despite their eyes upon her little motley crew.
"What the hell is going on here?" a voice boomed amid the revelry. A hush fell over the gathering as the Chairman made his presence known. "Don't you all have work to be getting done?" His expression was hard as stone as he glowered at the gaggle of faces that were present. Everyone began to disperse as they knew it was not a question, but a threatening command.
The kliq boys waited a few moments to witness Vince reprimanding the Hardys and Amy. "Don't you think that means you three as well?" He groused at them as they all proceeded to shuffle along. "Excuse me! Did I tell you two to go?" Vince pointed at the Calaway sisters.
Down the way, Reves could see Hall, Nash, and Waltman. She smiled slyly at Hall while Vince blathered on about whatever the hell was up his ass at the moment. She was met with a return smile from Hall, while Nash glared at her. She would have flipped Nash off, but he was standing directly behind Vince, and even she knew that would be straight up idiotic.
"This is my company! I can't have you distracting my employees all the time. Do I make myself clear?" Vince barked.
Crystal, asshole. Reves uttered silently.
"Y-yes s-sir," Heather mumbled inaudibly. She had not looked up the entire time, not even for a moment, but she was aware of someone else watching them.
"Good. I'm not going to tolerate any more bullshit." Vince turned away and they took the opportunity to scurry off, but not before Heather caught a glimpse of who had been observing them. That was about the time Vince's eyes fell on them. "What are you doing here?" he demanded.
"We were just making sure you're okay, Boss," Scott told him. He was half earnest.
"You don't need to concern yourselves with my condition. But you had better prepare for the show," he said firmly before strutting off.
The three men sauntered away now that everyone else had disappeared.
"Do you think someone will nail one of them someday? That blonde's at least gotta be legal. Right?" Sean mused.
Kevin gave Scott a sideways glare over Sean's head. "Best keep your snake in its cage when it comes to either of those two, Kid," he told his friend.
Scott rolled his eyes, dismissing his best friend's critical gaze.
"Mr. McMahon was completely overreacting. You know, like he always does," Reves said, disinterested in the riot act their father was giving them.
"I don't care. You pissed him off and I've told you time and again not to get in his way," Mark reprimanded her.
"Well actually, I didn't do anything – for once. That was that one over there," Reves pointed to her sister sitting silently on the adjacent sofa.
"I didn't intend to arouse Mr. McMahon's anger," Heather whimpered.
"Ok. Never use the words arouse and Mr. McMahon in the same sentence. That's fucking disgusting!" Reves told her.
"Shut your mouth, Reves!" Mark boomed.
Heather stared up at her father with contrition. Her face burned from Reves's lewd inclination.
"Just be extra careful to steer clear of Vince. It's his way or the highway," Mark relented in his rebuking.
I think I'll take my chances as a hitchhiker, Reves wanted to say.
"Yes, sir," Heather acquiesced. After a moment of silence, she asked, "Dad? Do you think you could read over my thesis before I submit it?"
"Sorry girl. Vince wants me to help train some of the younger talent today," he answered.
"That's quite alright," the young girl lowered her head.
"I've gotta go. I shouldn't have to say it, but stay the hell out of trouble," Mark warned them before he disappeared.
Reves let out a scoff once he was gone.
Heather turned towards her sister with a hopeful expression. "Rev-"
"How 'bout, no?" Reves cut her off.
"I'm sorry," Heather offered though she had no cause to apologize. She labored to mask her disappointment.
Reves ignored her sister. Rummaging through her bag, she pulled out a pen and a piece of paper. She scribbled hastily.
Heather eyed her, not questioning what she was writing or what she was planning to do. Reves folded the paper neatly, in the same manner, one would fold a note to pass to a friend in class. Heather's curiosity piqued, but she remained silent.
"I'll be back," Reves said plainly. She got up from the chair and headed towards the door.
"Where are you going?" Heather finally inquired, turning her body to look at her older sister.
"I'll be back," Rev repeated and left the room.
Heather sighed in defeat.
After some time had passed, she picked up the copy of her thesis and stared at it vacantly. The next moment her thoughts became errant – to herself, at any rate. No one was offering their assistance to her. What other measure did she have, but to seek it out from others? There now. That is quite a satisfactory resolution, is it not? She asked herself. Tucking the papers in a folder, she set off before she could abandon her intent. She stood and left the room. She intended to return as swiftly as possible.
Reves approached the nWo locker room. Glancing around to be sure no one would recognize her; she crouched down and slipped the note under the door. It was a tight fit, so she had to wedge it underneath. As she finally popped it inside, the door swung open, taking her by surprise. Reves froze as she craned her neck to see Nash stared down at her through narrowed eyes.
"Are you lost?" he asked her in a snarly tone.
She didn't answer. Instead, her eyes shifted to the folded paper on the floor. Leaning forward, she reached out to snatch it up, but Nash's massive shoe stamped on it, dragging it towards himself.
Reves let out something akin to a growl. "Give it back, asshole!" she demanded as she stood to her feet.
"Well, now. Those are some lovely, choice words, considering the position you're in at the moment." He bent down to pick up the paper from under his foot.
"And what's in it for you?" Reves sneered.
"Ratting you out?" He smirked at her. "Well, you see, that's where the problem lies. If I snitch on you, I'm basically throwing my best friend out of the frying pan and into the fire. And well, I'm not going to do that shit."
Reves glared at him in bewilderment? Was he fucking high? Then why was he acting like he had something over her?
"So, take your little note," he said thrusting it at her, "I didn't know this was fucking seventh grade – and take yourself on."
Staring daggers at him, she practically slapped his hand as she snatched it back.
"And don't worry. I don't need to read it to know what it says. Probably something along the lines of 'Meet me in the utility closet' or some shit like that."
"Bastard," Reves lamented through gritted teeth as she hustled away. Could she just punch him already? Please?
Nash shut the door after the girl left. "Fuck me," he muttered. These Calaway sisters were driving him absolutely out of his mind. Between Scott's constant hard-on for that mouthy little mite and the other one practically falling into his lap at every other turn, it was like he couldn't escape them.
"Who was at the door?" Scott asked coming out of the bathroom and pulled Kev from his thoughts.
Nash momentarily contemplated lying but figured that wouldn't end well. "Your little trollop. Who else?"
"Don't call her that," Scott said defensively.
"Ohhh. Well, let me move aside while you defend her honor," Kevin mocked.
"Just shut up, you prick! I don't know why you've been such an asshole lately. You jealous or some shit?"
"What, is your name Jesse now?" Kev asked, referencing the song about a guy wanting his best friend's girl. "Go talk to Kid about that shit."
"Talk to me about what?" Sean asked as he entered the room after making a run to catering.
"It's about the beer, Kid," Kevin said, pulling some shit out of his ass, staring at Scott through narrowed eyes.
"But I didn't drink it all!" Kid stated in confusion.
Scott shot back the glare at Kev. "We know, Kid. Kev is just being an ass as of late," he said before exiting the room.
They both knew it was best to keep Kid in the dark about this, as he may inadvertently spill the beans.
Heather clutched the folder in her hands as she carried herself hastily down the hall. As she drew closer, her stride slowed. The hesitation was beginning to overtake her resolve.
She rounded the corner, stopping in her tracks. Down the corridor was Reves, speaking with Scott Hall. A peculiar sort of beam played on her face. It was a visage Heather had only witnessed when she was in the company of her former boyfriend, Erik. What an absurd notion! Heather thought shaking her head.
In the next instant, her heart leaped against her chest and she released a gasp. Her eyes could not believe the sight that unfolded before her! Reves, her sister, had ferociously locked lips with Scott Hall before they stumbled into what appeared to be a utility closet! This had to be some sort of figment of her imagination, some delusion of grandeur because there was no way in Hades this was reality.
Heather stood, staring into the space they had once been occupying before her wits returned to her. Cautiously, she backed away until she could steal around the corner again. From there she made a break swiftly back to Mark's room. Heather was utterly stunned and perplexed by the scene that had taken place before her. A knot tightened in her stomach as a wave a nausea swept over her.
Heather sat in Mark's locker room overanalyzing the account she had just witnessed. Or was she? No. How could that be? Her sister had pressed herself upon Scott Hall like some sort of savage and he capriciously reciprocated her advance. The image replaying in her mind's eye brought a flush to her face. She couldn't even begin to fathom what may have occurred once that door closed behind them. This shed a light on many musings, but did Heather have the courage to confront her on the matter?
Before any other questions could be posed, her sister burst through the door with a bang. Her platinum locks were tussled wildly and a Cheshire grin stretched across her face.
"Hello," Heather squeaked, finding it difficult to look upon her directly.
Reves notice something rigid in her sister's demeanor. As shy and awkward as she was, it was rare for Heather to avoid eye contact with her. "What's with you?" Reves wasted little time in getting an explanation.
Heather was not practiced in lying, especially to her sister. "Um, I – of course, it's not like I followed you or anything – but I saw you s-speaking with…you know h-who."
"Who? Voldemort?" Reves groused.
"No. It was you know…" Heather's voice was getting quieter as she spoke. "Scott Hall…"
Reves smirked in her usual, nonchalant manner. "What's wrong? Jealous?"
"For Heaven's sake! N-no!" Heather exclaimed, wishing her face was not flaring as it were. How could her sister insinuate such an absurd prospect? Silence fell over her as her mouth went dry making it difficult to swallow the lump in her throat. "I…I witnessed you doing more than speaking with him…"
Reves's face clouded over as the smirk instantly faded. "Yeah, and what would that be, pray tell?" She kept the steady cadence to her voice; it was an adept skill for her.
"Y-you…never mind. It was nothing, really," Heather smiled apprehensively, but her sister wasn't buying what she was selling for a second.
"You saw what?"
"Nothing. I told you..." the younger girl's voice trailed off.
"You saw me kiss him, didn't you?" Reves pursed her lips. She wasn't sure if she should be pissed at her sister for following her or pissed at herself for being so reckless.
Heather didn't utter a word but her stanch posture said all Rev needed to know.
"Well, looks like you caught me with my pants down. You gonna go tattle to Daddy now?"
"N-no. What are you doing with him?"
"We've been hooking up, ok!"
"Do you mean…intercourse?" Heather exclaimed in a dreadful tone.
"Yes. Getting it on. Banging. Fucking. Whatever you wish to call it!"
"You… can not be sincere!" Heather expressed in a state of panic. "I can't believe you would do such a thing. Why?" Her sister demanded with wide-eyed innocence.
"Because it's fun. That's why," Reves stated, matter of fact. "Someday, you'll learn all about it. If you ever stop being such a prude, that is.
A prude? Heather sat there in disbelief. What had happened to her sister? She was certainly rebellious and challenging, but how could she involve herself into something so imprudent and dangerous? "Rev, you know if Dad finds out…" her voice failed her, not even wanting to imagine what their father would do if he discovered their discourse.
"Oh, don't worry. I'm sure you will probably want to go blabbing to him as soon as he gets back. But I'm begging you. Keep your mouth shut." Reves pleaded sitting beside her. "Besides, I'm an adult. I mean, I can do whatever I want, really. Dad just likes to get his panties in a bunch for no good reason."
"Rev," Heather stared at her with glassy eyes. She was still struggling to process this new revelation.
Reves took Heather's hands in hers. "Promise me," she commanded.
Their eyes met in a mutual understanding although Heather couldn't comprehend the slightest bit of this ordeal.
"I promise," Heather squeaked against any better judgment she may have had. Heather's loyalty was unwavering without a doubt and to a fault. It was the bond they shared that compelled her to make the promise. Despite this fact, she feared her sister had placed herself in grave danger that neither of them could even begin to comprehend.