Naya/Heather Fic: I Am The Liar and You Are The Saint Chapt 16/? (Part 2)
Title: I Am The Liar And You Are The Saint
Rating: NC-17 (rating change for this chapter)
Summary: She had become an expert at putting on a face when she was around Heather. Naya just hoped it was enough for people not to realize it, because honestly Heather was wearing her down.
Pairings: Naya/Heather, Other: Heather/OC, Naya/Mark, Side Dianna/Lea
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, this is a complete work of fiction. These two are not a couple… unfortunately.
Spoilers: Season 1 and Season 2
Word Count: ~6,400
Warning: Angst!
And it just keeps going… blame lj…
I Am The Liar And You Are The Saint
Chapter 16 (Part 2)
September 28th: 11:02 PM
It took a good half an hour for Naya and Heather to herd everyone into Mark’s car and send them off for the night. They all called from the car how great the two of them were and to at least pop a bottle of champagne before they went to bed. Before he left, Mark mouthed to Naya ‘I’ll text you’ and with a wink he was on his way.
Naya walked back into the house with Heather close behind. She closed the door shut behind her. Naya suddenly realized how alone they were. Ashley snoring on the couch didn’t really count as being there. She gulped nervously and hoped it wouldn’t take Mark long. She walked over to the kitchen to start cleaning up the massive mess that was left, but Heather stopped her, interlacing their fingers.
“Naya, can we please talk now?” she asked weakly.
“You should make sure Ashley is okay… I’ll start cleaning up…” Naya replied, ignoring her question.
Heather sighed, frustration building, “Fine. I won’t be long.”
She marched over to the living room. Heather clicked on the lamp light on the side table and it beamed brightly in Ashley’s eyes. Her drunken roommate cringed and turned to bury her face into the couch.
“Oh no you don’t!” Heather yelled loudly, picking up the nearest pillow and throwing it at her head. “Up! Now!”
“What the fuck, Heather? I am never this mean to you when you’re drunk… You pass out all the time on this couch! No fair!” she whined, proceeding to cover her eyes with her hand.
“I don’t really care right now! I’m not in the mood for this. Stop being a fucking beached whale and get your ass up to bed,” Heather said, pulling Ashley’s ankles until the girl fell off the couch with a thud.
“What’s stuck up your vagina? Obviously not Naya’s fingers or you wouldn’t be so pissy…” Ashley mumbled as she tried to get up off the floor. Heather was about to help her, but stopped and folded her arms across her chest.
“And you’re not helping that situation… fuck…” Heather mumbled as the drunken girl snickered. “Listen Ash, you’re not helping at all. She… she won’t even look at me and I really need to talk to her.”
“What did you do?” Ashley slurred accusatory.
“Why does everyone assume I did something wrong? I feel like everyone is pointing fingers at me tonight! I didn’t do anything! If anything its Naya. She’s apparently fucking Lea behind everyone’s back…” Heather said angrily.
“What? When did all of this happen? I swear I wasn’t out for that long…” Ashley said, looking around confused.
“It doesn’t matter when it happened, all that matters is that it did. I need to figure things out. So can you please at least try to use your legs and go to bed?” Heather asked.
“Okay, okay… help me up,” Heather pulled her up. “I don’t know what she sees in that midget… especially after tonight, she should know who’s the hottie with the body.”
She poked Heather’s sides, and the blonde managed to break a smile.
“That’s mean.”
“But deep, deep down you know you wanna agree with me,” Ashley giggled.
“Go to bed,” Heather lectured, rolling her eyes and leading Ashley up the stairs.
“You know… you should change your shirt. Wear your super baggy, uncomfortably slutty pajama shirt. Less material and more skin will definitely give you an advantage. It’ll make her melt,” Ashley said half-coherent as she closed the door to her room.
Heather shook her head at her friend, but turned to her room to change… Hey, a little skin wouldn’t do anyone any harm? Right?
~*~
Naya was cleaning the shot glasses when her phone buzzed on the counter. She scrolled through the message:
Mark Salling 11:09 PM Hey. This may take a little longer than we thought. Kevin fucking puked in my car. I’ll txt u when I’m on my way back
“Shit…” Naya cursed, tossing her phone back on the counter.
She leaned against the sink, but the position brought her back to earlier and she immediately pushed herself away. She pinched the bridge of her nose. Naya was physically and emotionally exhausted. Today was just too much. Maybe her life would have been easier if she never met Heather… If she didn’t audition for Glee things would probably be much simpler, right? What if she never decided to get back into acting after high school?
What the hell would you be doing then? Selling golf memberships back home and getting hit on by those creepy bosses? Some life… she thought miserably.
She sighed and looked to the digital clock on the microwave. It was 11:11 PM.
“Make a wish…” Naya scoffed, remembering how she would always make a wish at 11:11 during her high school years over pointless crushes and other teenage insecurities. It never made sense why that particular time was so special to wish on… until now.
“Hi…”
Naya turned around and was forced to lean against the sink as her knees suddenly turned to jelly. She had knocked over an empty beer bottle in the process. She never thought that stupid wishing thing actually worked… Naya didn’t even trying to hide her blatant staring. It was practically impossible as Heather was leaning against the entryway of the kitchen, wearing only her bra and underwear with a massive shirt that basically put all of her cleavage on display. Naya’s eyes raked over the creaminess of Heather’s long lean leg, making her tongue dart out to moisten her dry lips. She was dying inside. Seriously, she was dead… if she were hooked up to a machine it would show that her heart stopped and her brain waves had bottomed out.
“H-Hi,” she could barely manage. She gulped at the large knot in her throat, her palms becoming slick against the marble surface of the counter.
“I missed you… I’ve been dying to talk to you all night,” Heather’s words were meant to sound seductive, but she was just plain nervous. She slowly approached Naya. Her mind was tortured of the thought of Naya and Lea together. She desperately hoped what Dianna had said wasn’t true and she dreaded what Mark and Naya’s conversation was about.
“W-Well… We were both really swept up by the episode, which you did great in by the way…” So fucking incredibly great… Naya thought, her eyes unable to tear away from her chest.
“You were running away from me, Naya,” Heather said bluntly.
“No… No I wasn’t,” she tried to defend hopelessly.
“Don’t lie, Naya. I know you’re hiding something,” she accused, arms folded tightly across her chest.
“What? Heather, we said no more lies… I’m not keeping anything from you,” she said confused.
“Oh really… Then why is it that every time I tried to get you alone you found some excuse to get away. You wouldn’t talk to me… not once. You were with Lea all night long…”
Naya spat back miserably, “Because Heather… I couldn’t be around you. How could you expect me to when you flat out rejected me?”
“When did I reject you?”
“Before everyone came.”
“I said I didn’t want to cheat, how is that rejecting you? I never said I wanted to be with Nate. Actually, I distinctly recall saying that I wanted you,” Heather announced.
“What?” Naya asked slowly. Heather sighed.
“I want to stop all this chasing and running around. It’s driving me crazy… I don’t want to be with Nate anymore, Naya. I’ve wanted to break up with him long before I started to have feelings for… for you…” Heather told Naya in a nervous whisper, playing with the hem of her shirt. Naya’s heart leapt to her throat. She wasn’t quite sure if this was actually happening, but even if it was a dream or from the little bit of alcohol left in her system, she was going with it. She walked up to Heather and took her hands in hers, looking deeply into those blue eyes.
“You… you mean that?” Naya asked. This was all hard to believe.
“Yes, I meant what I said earlier. I want you,” Heather said firmly, the ache in her voice evident as she stared longingly in chocolate brown eyes.
“But it scares the shit out of me okay? I haven’t felt this way in a long time… I’ve actually never felt this way before, about anybody really. Not even Nate. The way I feel for you, Nay… I don’t know how to describe it. I know you’re my best friend and I just… I don’t want this all to be made up in my head or something. I just need to know…” Heather faltered.
Naya brushed the stray strands that weaseled their way out of Heather’s ponytail, “What, Heather? What do you need to know?”
The blonde swallowed slowly, eyes wide and nervous, “Are… Are you dating Lea?”
Naya had to refrain from snorting and bursting out in laughter. Heather was looking back at her so seriously. She bit her lip as it rolled into a smile.
“God, no! That’s just gross… I’m sorry she’s not my type. Please tell me that’s not what you were worried about?” Naya asked, all smiles from these revelations. But they fell from her face quickly.
“Then… T-Then why would Dianna tell me she saw you two kissing?” Heather replied, eyes heavy with worry.
Damn it, Dianna!
Naya bit her lip before responding, “Heather I promise you we’re not together. There’s nothing going on between us.”
“You’re avoiding the question…” Heather said quietly. Her heart was beginning to pound hard against her ribcage.
Naya took a deep breath in, “W-We did kiss… But I didn’t kiss her, she kissed me…” Naya tried to defend.
“That doesn’t make it any better,” Heather said dropping her hands out of Naya’s. Naya’s heart was sinking.
“No, Heather. Please look at me,” Naya lifted her chin. “Look, I can’t explain why it happened… I wish I could, but I took this stupid, fucking oath that if I broke I would be dead…”
“What?” Heather asked confused.
“Never mind that… Heather, you have to know that it meant nothing… I promise.”
Heather chewed on her lip in thought. It’s not that she didn’t believe Naya. It was just nerve wracking because her heart was on the line. Naya sensed her worry and reclaimed her hands pulling Heather in closer.
“It was actually kinda disgusting to be honest,” Naya added. “It was like kissing my aunt or something weird like that…”
Heather smiled slightly, making Naya smile too in relief.
“So… to clarify. You’re not dating her?”
“Nope.”
“The kiss didn’t mean anything?”
“Nope.”
“And you don’t feel for her that way at all?”
“No, Hemo. Definitely not.”
“Okay…” Heather said, breathing out slowly and she squeezed Naya’s hands affectionately.
“I’ve actually had my eye on someone else in particular for a really long while now,” Naya hinted slyly, with a smile in her voice. Heather’s eyes lit up. “And I’ve been waiting forever for them.”
“Really? Who?” Heather quirked an eyebrow as she took a step closer to Naya, their bodies almost touching.
“I think you know who…” Naya whispered, staring at Heather’s smiling lips.
That’s all Heather needed to hear. She plunged towards Naya’s awaiting lips, kissing her hungrily. Naya smiled against Heather’s lips, opening her eyes to make sure this was all real. Heather was really kissing her with all the want and passion in the world. Heather wrapped her arms around Naya’s neck, throwing her left hand into her dark locks. The movement caused Naya’s ass to bump roughly back into the sink, the position all too familiar. She slithered her hands along Heather’s waist, pulling her flush into her body. Lips meshed together wonderfully, and neither one could seem to get enough. Heather nipped at the soft plumpness of Naya’s lips, savoring how undeniably delicious they were. Naya was certainly going to ruin all her childhood memories… She was better than any amusement park Heather had ever been to. Even though she wasn’t really properly thinking, a small voice popped in the back of her head that made Heather pull back abruptly, but still remaining entangled in Naya’s arms.
Naya tried to chase after Heather’s lips at the sudden lack of contact, her brain buzzed from the high she always gets from kissing her. She panted against Heather’s lips. Her eyelids were heavy and her cheeks rosy with lust.
“Wait, it’s not Mark is it?” Heather asked, second-guessing herself. She didn’t want to be wrong again…
Naya rolled her eyes.
“No. Now shut up and kiss me,” she replied with a growl. Heather smiled brightly and quickly complied, resuming her lips on Naya’s where they rightfully belonged.
Naya fisted at the material of Heather’s shirt, raising it higher. She broke their kiss to pepper feather-light kisses down the column of the blonde’s neck, who moaned helplessly. Heather’s chest was heaving, her heart pounding wildly. She bit her bruised lower lip to stop herself from yelling out Naya’s name too loudly. Naya slipped her hand under Heather’s shirt skirting her fingertips over the incredibly soft flesh of the blonde’s lower back. Her nails lightly scratched over the dancer’s ribcage. The touches were making it harder for Heather not to rip that sweater off Naya. She wanted to feel her skin so terribly. Heather felt those puffy lips nibble teasingly at her pulse point; the blood pounding there warm against Naya’s mouth.
“God… Naya…”
Naya reached back up and brought their lips together, Heather’s tongue instantly swiping out lightly to taste the flavor of those supple lips. Both girls moaned, tongues flicking lightly and innocently together. Heather pushed herself harder against the shorter brunette, slipping a bare thigh between her legs. Naya whimpered, instinctively grinding her hips down to relieve the quelling tension of her arousal. Naya’s light keening spurred Heather further, the dancer torturously grinding their hips together in a slow melodic rhythm. It brought Naya back to that night on the dance floor during their big premiere. Their bodies knew how to move against each other so perfectly. Except this time, things were getting a lot wetter…
Naya felt her knees beginning to grow weak.
“Heather… Couch…” Naya muffled out against Heather’s lips.
Heather pulled away, giggling devilishly as she led a wobbling Naya out of the kitchen and into the living room. Heather quickly spun around and hurriedly pushed Naya down onto the couch. Taking a step back, a teasing smirk played on Heather’s lips as she slowly raised her lopsided shirt over her head. She let the shirt slip out of her hands, leaving it lying unimportantly by her feet. Naya simply watched. Eyes plastered to the unrealistic figure before her with her mouth slightly agape. Heather’s skin had Naya distracted. It wasn’t a porcelain, peachy white… nothing delicate or childlike. No… Heather’s skin was like butter. A milky, creamy texture with uniquely misshapen freckles flaking over that beautifully sculpted stomach. Naya memorized every dip, curve, and color; etching it in her mind. My god… she’s so beautiful. This couldn’t possibly be real… she knew she had to wake up any second now.
But if this is real life, the TV seriously does no justice to those abs… Naya thought as she gulped anxiously.
With a quirked eyebrow, Heather wistfully slipped the tie out of her hair, letting the gold strands fall on her shoulders in waves. Naya tried to search those piercing blue eyes for any form of uncertainty. But she found none. The blonde eagerly returned to Naya’s lips, pushing her down to lay flat against the couch. Their bodies entangled in a wonderful mess of limbs; bare legs and toes affectionately sliding against each other. Heather adorably giggled into Naya’s skin as she kissed her everywhere and Naya smiled like a lovesick fool.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this…” Naya breathed out against Heather’s flushed skin.
“I know… me too…” Heather replied, taking Naya’s supple lips again into a languid kiss.
“No, Heather…” Naya managed, from under her lips causing the blonde to stop and look down to her curiously. Her hair tickled against Naya’s cheeks and neck, making her heart flutter. This was everything she’s wanted for the past two years. It was all lying on top of her… in a position she used to only dream of.
“Heather I…” her heart hammered in her chest. “You’re everything to me, you know that? You… You had me in a mess from the beginning. It started that day you saw me tripping down the risers of the tin shed to come and shake your hand. I’m pretty sure I tripped because of you. I thought it would just go away, but my slipping and stuttering just got worse over time. That’s when I knew… I had it bad. And that day I told you I liked you? I meant it… with every bit of my heart.”
Heather bit her lip as it inevitably curled up into a smile from the memory. A deep blush crept to her lips, her arousal temporarily forgotten as the most sincerely adorable person told her these words of affection. She would have never guessed Naya to be a romantic… She guessed wrong. Heather’s heart swooned at sight of her best friend finally baring her heart out on her sleeve with pride.
Naya stroked the bangs from Heather’s blue eyes, securely wrapping her arm around her bare waist.
“It’s the little things you do that gets me; that makes my heart melt every time. I was terrified you were going to catch me in a puddle one of these days,” Naya said, and Heather chuckled lightly. The Latina smiled brightly. “But… I’m not scared anymore, because you’ve made me realize you’re everything to lose and I simply don’t think I could ever deal with not having you in my life. I’m not hiding anymore, I’m not running anymore, and I’m not lying anymore…”
Heather’s eyes looked deeply into Naya’s. Those mocha brown orbs filled with love, but also uncertainty from plunging into the unknown. Her brow was graced with fear of rejection, but hopeful promise that Heather would feel the same way. With a deep breath and pounding heart, Naya whispered out to the expectant blonde.
“I love you, Heather.”
Naya’s quiet voice seemed to echo throughout the house, the words hanging thickly in the air. Naya was breathing heavily with anxiousness. She just poured her heart out… something she’s never done for anyone. But for Heather? She would do it over again in a heartbeat. A sense of completeness washed over her, like she had finally made it to the end of a long a windy path. Her heart felt content and Lea’s little voice in her head praised her proudly. Surmounting emotions were emitting from her body and into Heather’s. The blonde remained speechless, eyes dazzling in admiration.
She had so much to say to the small brunette who was such an important part of her life. She didn’t know where to begin or how to express it… words were never her forte. Naya always knew the right thing to say. She would be the one to help her in interviews to get her point across. Now, how could she compare after that speech? Heather desperately wished she could bare her emotions as bravely as Naya did, but every time she opened her mouth she didn’t know where to begin...
The Latina was starting to worry under Heather’s frank silence. It was quite unnerving after you tell someone you love them. She worried her lower lip.
“Um… y-you don’t have to say anything back if you don’t want… I understand that it’s a lot and that I’m such a fucking sap and that I probably ruined the mood and-”
Heather lunged forward, reclaiming Naya’s lips in a deep passionate kiss. She kissed her again… and again… and again. She wouldn’t even let Naya breathe. Heather told Naya a story with her lips. She started from the very first day she met her. How she could instantly see through Naya’s independent and intimidating armor. The Latina was fiery and protective, and Heather just remembered making it her goal to change that. She told her how she loved the way Naya was truly just a goofy nerd that had a passion for those she loved. That dorkiness was the best thing about her. She told her how she was pretty sure she’s always loved Naya. Maybe as a friend at first, but that love has turned into so much more.
She told her how she’s loved her for a year now… She realized it that day Naya stole her away to the beach. The way the Latina smiled into the sea laden air and embraced her in warm hugs to rid of the cold pain left in her heart from an unsatisfied boyfriend… The comfort her friend gave made Heather love her all the more and she couldn’t help but playfully flirt with Naya throughout their beach date. Yes, date… Heather had deemed it so in her mind the minute Naya left her house. It was one of the best days of her life. She’s known that she was in love with Naya, but she has been just too afraid to admit it. It didn’t matter… she knew now and she wanted Naya to know to. This was the only way she could tell her how she felt and she prayed that Naya could feel it too.
Heather repositioned herself so she was straddling Naya’s hips. She broke the kiss to feather light ones over the curvatures of Naya’s face. As she placed one under her earlobe, she whispered to her.
“Didn’t know you were such a softie…”
“Only around you…” Naya replied breathlessly.
“I’m sorry I made you wait,” Heather said, sucking on Naya’s neck, effectively leaving a deep red hickey on her tanned skin. Heather smiled at the mark.
“We’ll just have to make up for lost time,” Naya squeezed Heather’s hip.
“Can we start now?”
“Do you even need to ask?”
Heather playfully scrunched her nose at Naya and let her lips begin to wander. Naya’s warm palms led a heated trail along Heather’s skin up to the swell of her breasts. She gently cupped the soft flesh and squeezed, making Heather gasp against Naya’s lips. Naya’s nimble fingers worked through the fabric of her satin bra, expertly arousing her sensitive nipples which were embarrassingly peaking up through the garment. Nate definitely did not know how to do this… Heather thought as a completely new feeling washed over her and through her, crawling down to that spot in between her thighs.
“N-Naya…” Heather stammered desperately, as the Latina continued to tweak at her overly sensitive nipples. “Oh god…”
It was a little pathetic that she was quickly becoming undone from some simple breast fondling… but what Naya was doing was incredibly torturous. Heather’s thighs were beginning to shake. She broke away from Naya’s contact briefly.
“This picture is not right,” Heather pointed out flatly.
“W-What?” Naya asked, her breath catching in her throat.
“You have way too much clothing on right now,” Heather said, roughly pulling at Naya’s top. Naya giggled at the blonde’s adamancy. Heather needed more skin contact.
“This isn’t funny! Help me get this off! Now!”
It only made Naya laugh louder. Heather finally managed to wiggle the brunette out of her sweater, tossing it somewhere over the couch. Before she could get caught up in the smoothness of Naya’s skin, the perfect curves of her bust, and the firmness of her stomach, Heather undid the button on Naya’s denim shorts. She slid them off those miraculous thighs and sat back a little to admire the sight before her. It was nothing she hadn’t seen before, but those glances and quick peeks in Naya’s trailer left Heather curious for more. Now she could freely watch Naya’s chest rise and fall, her tanned smooth legs running up against Heather’s. She smiled dreamily, looking upon the exposed skin she was about to touch and fantasizing about those places she couldn’t quite see yet…
Heather positioned her thigh between Naya’s legs, her tanned one slipping in between Heather’s. The foreign source of heat between Heather’s legs caused her to immediately grind against it. The sweet friction was almost heavenly and she couldn’t help but continue her thrusts repeatedly against Naya’s skin. Their hearts beat wildly as they moved together, finding how easy it was to glide against each other’s figures. Naya was beginning to break out in sweat, the heat from their body’s emanating. Heather’s face contorted into pure pleasure. Her eyes were closed, her brows furrowed, and her lips parted slightly. She buried herself into Naya’s neck.
“Naya… God, Nay…” she whined over and over like a plea. “This… oh... f-fuck… I need you…”
Naya pulled Heather into a deep kiss as she slid her hand in between their bodies while her other steadied Heather’s hips. The taller blonde whimpered at the lost rhythm that was slowly building her up. Her whimper was soon replaced by a choked gasp as Naya touched the slick heat in between her legs. Her elbows were quivering dangerously as a flood of arousal coursed down, evidence pooling through her underwear. She flushed in embarrassment, but Naya kept kissing her sweetly which always worked in making her forget about everything. Naya’s expert fingers began to work small soft circles into overheated flesh. Heather felt like she was about to explode.
The blonde’s hands desperately searched out for contact. She let her fingers dance teasingly down Naya’s abdomen and toyed with the waistband of her underwear. Cautiously, she tried to imitate Naya’s touches; however Heather’s long fingers were shaky and uncontrollable. It didn’t matter to Naya though, as when Heather made the first touch it sent her hips bucking forward aggressively. Naya’s eyes fluttered closed and she was forced to stop her ministrations on Heather. She couldn’t really focus on more than the fingers that hovered over that spot she needed to be touched most.
“P-Please Heather…” Naya begged, eyes squeezed shut. The blonde stared in awe at the Latina. Naya needed this. Never had she ever thought she would be given the liberty to touch and be touched by Heather so intimately.
Heather began to rub quickly against the juncture between Naya’s legs and she was rewarded with the most heavenly symphony of sounds. The brunette’s hurried breathing and deep red blush on her cheeks made Heather quicken her speed and increase her pressure. Naya’s hips bucked wildly in response. She clung on to Heather and dug her nails into her shoulders. She dragged them down pale arms, effectively leaving deep red scratch marks. Heather leaned down and pressed their foreheads together as she continued her clumsy touches. She wasn’t going to lie, she had no idea what she was doing. She just continued to respond to what Naya moaned and whimpered to. Naya didn’t seem to care, she was just so fucking happy that this was actually happening. She was finally receiving relief after two long years of pent up need.
Nervously, Heather slipped Naya’s underwear aside and tentatively ran a long digit along her hot heated folds.
“Uh… Heather… Oh, fuck…” Naya panted softly. Heather was sure she had never heard an explicative sound so sexy.
“What the fuck?!”
Heather abruptly stopped, slipping her fingers away from between Naya’s legs. Naya’s eyes shot open. Heather practically fell off of Naya, rolling onto the floor in surprise and utter dread. The brunette bolted up off the couch, gripping a pillow to her body in order to attempt to hide herself from the invader. Heather clambered upright on shaky legs and she searched out for Naya’s hand, grasping it firmly for support. She looked to the girl briefly. Naya was terrified. Not for herself, but for Heather and the blonde could sense it. She could feel the worry radiating off Naya’s body, fearing any harm that would come to her. Heather tried her best to reassure her, squeezing her hand as reinforcement.
“Heather! What the hell is this?”
“I-It’s not what you think-” Heather tried to explain nervously. She stood small and fragile in the middle of the living room, Naya behind her still clutching her hand.
“It’s not what I think it is?! I’m pretty sure I know what I saw… My girlfriend is fucking another girl. Another girl! Do you think I’m stupid?”
“No, no! Please, Nate! It isn’t like that! Naya and I-”
“What? Have been fucking each other behind my back this whole time? I’m sure you loved it that I went home. I see why you were so pushy on making me go. I bet the first chance you got you went to have your disgusting lesbian rendezvouses and felt each other up twenty-four seven. So convenient that I was out of the way, wasn’t it? I bet you loved that, Heather,” Nate spat with hatred.
Heather’s face began to crumple with Nate’s words, gasping in surprise by the brutal hatred in his voice. She was breaking and she was breaking fast. Her eyes welled with tears. She began to falter, spiraling miserably in the wake of his words and Naya could feel it as Heather’s grip on her hand began to slacken.
“Nate… please… I-I didn’t want it to be like this…” Heather choked out.
Nate ran a frustrated hand through his hair and clenched his jaw angrily. This couldn’t be happening… he’s never felt so betrayed. He didn’t want to say those things. He didn’t want to be the cause of his girlfriend’s broken pain. But he looked to the nakedness of the two girls before him, his eyes transfixed to their clasped hands. Envy ran deeply through his chest.
He spoke out dangerously quiet. His voice cracked and inevitable tears welled in his eyes, “I trusted you… I trusted both of you…”
He looked at the two of them hopelessly.
“I’m such a fool… thinking someone as amazing as you, Heather could be only true to someone as normal as me…” he said brokenly.
“Nate, stop… You know I love you…” her voice was shaky. Naya couldn’t help, but feel her heart plummet to the floor.
He couldn’t contain the next words that slipped quietly from his lips.
“Obviously it wasn’t enough… I thought I could handle your natural flirting friendliness and you making out with people on screen… but all this?” Nate gestured with his hands. “I thought I knew you Heather, but I never thought you to be a slut.”
Heather’s heart crumbled and the tears began to freely fall from her face. That was the last straw. Naya couldn’t take it anymore.
“Hey! You will not speak to her like that!” Naya came forward aggressively.
“No, Naya don’t…” Heather pleaded, trying to pull her back protectively. She couldn’t trust Nate when he was acting like this… she couldn’t let Naya get hurt.
“You think you can tell me how I can speak to my girlfriend?” Nate countered.
“I think I can give you a damn good lesson on how to speak to a person. She has done nothing wrong, if anything I’m the slut. She has been nothing but loyal to you! I will not let you go put her down like this,” Naya argued, enraged.
“You’re right, you are the slut. A slut who took advantage of a girl who didn’t know any better. I confided in you Naya…” Nate muttered out weakly. “I confided in you and trusted that you would take care of her. Obviously you and I have a different definition of taking care of someone…”
“This isn’t her fault,” Naya glowered, while Heather clung to her arm.
“I swear… if you don’t put some fucking clothes on and get out of my face…” Nate warned dangerously.
Heather stepped in between them, preventing Naya from advancing any further. She desperately held on to Naya’s shoulders backing her away as the fiery Latina continued to throw accusatory words towards Nate who was starting to boil over the edge. Heather cupped her cheek to force her to look at her. Heather’s tear streaked face was pleading for her to stop.
“Don’t Naya… please just stop…” she sobbed.
“Why? I won’t let him say these things to you,” Naya choked out, angry tears spilling from her eyes.
“Heather, get her out of this house. Now!” Nate bellowed.
“You can’t tell her what to do!” Naya shouted over Heather’s shoulder.
“Naya, please. I’m begging you…” Heather pleaded. She picked up her shirt on the floor and pressed it to Naya’s chest. Naya looked to her with furrowed eyebrows. Don’t make me leave… Naya pleaded with her eyes. Heather’s bloodshot eyes looked into Naya’s, I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…
“Heather!” Nate yelled again.
Heather frantic and scared helped Naya into the shirt. The material swallowed the small Latina, the hem reaching to mid-thigh. The blonde began to usher her to the door, making Naya protest and look to her frantically. When they reached the door, Naya spun around to Heather. Tears were stinging in Naya’s eyes as she continued to plead with the one person she cared about most.
“I won’t leave you. Don’t think I’m going to leave you,” Naya told her seriously, grasping on to Heather’s shaking form.
“Please, Naya… don’t fight… I-I can’t… I-I can’t do this…” the blonde said shaking her head.
“Then let me help you… please, Heather… I won’t to leave you alone with him.”
“H-He doesn’t know what he’s saying… I don’t want you to see him like this… I have to calm him down…” Heather tried weakly. I have to get Naya out… He’s never been this angry before… Who knows what he’s going to say or do…
“Don’t make excuses for him, Heather. I told you. I will not leave you alone with him…” Naya said sternly, holding on steadily to Heather’s hands. Tears began to freely flow down her cheeks. Everyone was in a mess of tears and sobs. It was all too much to handle.
Heather shook her head vigorously. It was so hard to breathe… the pressure on her chest was overbearing. She had to get Naya out.
“I want you to leave, Naya,” Heather said harshly. Naya’s eyes sunk, her lip quivering.
“But-”
“I need you to leave now… this was all a stupid mistake. It’s such a mess, Nay… You need to get out,” with every word she spoke, Heather’s heart continued to break as she watched the girl she loved begin to crumple like wasted paper.
“W-What are you saying?” Naya whispered. She searched those sad steel, blue eyes frantically.
“You heard me, Naya. I want you to leave… just do it. Please?” her last plea quivered on her tongue.
“Heather… I-I love you. Please don’t do this…” Naya choked on her sob.
Heather was sobbing violently as she opened the door and pushed Naya out. She looked to her friend, her love, her everything. She looked to her one last time before the closed the door and clicked the lock.
Naya simply stood on the doormat. Eyes unmoving from the door. The cold air whipped around her and in that moment she had never felt so lost. She touched her fingertips lightly to the unfeeling wood of the door. She wished it would reopen and Heather would fling herself into her arms and they would go away from this place together. She waited… Nothing.
Distantly she heard the sound of a car pull up on the side of the street soon followed by the heavy footsteps against the driveway of Heather’s house.
“Hey, I called you like ten times, Naya… Sorry I took so long. Remember never to give Kevin peach Schnapps ever again,” Mark’s voice called out as he stood behind the girl.
“What are you doing out here? And what in the world are you wearing?”
Naya turned around slowly. Her face was drenched in tears hot, nose puffy, lips bruised, and eyes swollen. She looked up to Mark who looked down to her worriedly.
“Oh, babe… you look like a mess…”
It was the most comforting thing she would be able to get out of Mark. She couldn’t hold herself together anymore as she vocally let out her violent sobs, collapsing into her friend’s awaiting arms. She had her fair share with crying over this girl… but never in her life was she left feeling nothing but the deep, painful gashes of bitter hopelessness.
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September 29th 2010: 8:35 AM
Naya cradled her head in her hands. Tears began to itch in the back of her eyes from the memories that flooded into her mind. She squeezed herself into a little ball, fisting the material of Heather’s shirt. Bringing the fabric up to her nose she inhaled deeply, remembering that thick scent of sweet honey and syrup and pleasure. She couldn’t hold back a strangled sob that bubbled from her throat. She didn’t know where to go from here or what to expect from the coming day. She knew what she had to face, but she wasn’t ready. Naya desperately prayed and hoped that Nate didn’t hurt Heather… she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if he did knowing she had the potential to stop it.
This was all her fault… If she had just left with Chris and Amber or found some way to get home this would have never happened. If she didn’t let her feelings get the better of her she could still have Heather at least as a friend… Naya buried herself deep into Mark’s bed, clinging on closely to Heather’s shirt.
How did I let this go so far? You ruined everything…