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CHAPTER: 19 "Asdf"
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Helena was sitting alone at the library after school. Dalia had practice and Helena wanted to leave with her. The library was mostly deserted. She was conjugating verbs for French when there was a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see Alec there. Her gaze immediately hardened.
"Hey, Alec," she said coolly.
He looked nervous, he kept running his hand through his hair. "Hey. Um. Can I sit?"
Helena shrugged, not answering. Alec slid into one of the chairs at the round desk anyway.
"So, um, hi," he said awkwardly.
"Hi," she replied, her hand shaking.
"Um, whatcha doing?" he asked, sounding as nervous as she felt annoyed.
"French homework." She snapped her book shut with a loud crack and put her pen down. "How are you feeling? You passed out drinking at Micky's party. I didn't want you to have hit your head or something when you fell."
"No, no, I'm fine. Dalia told me that she broke my fall." Alec nodded in gratefulness. "Thanks for getting me out. I ... it was embarrassing. I swear I can hold my alcohol better," he grinned toothily at her.
She didn't return the smile and instead said coolly, "I don't drink."
"Oh." He shifted in his seat, nerves and the tense, uncomfortable air between them getting to him.
"Is there anything you need?" she asked, trying to keep her voice halfway polite.
"Oh. Uh, yeah. I was just ... just wondering how you were. With the whole thing with Gray ..." He kept messing with his hair, making it stick out even more.
"What thing?" she asked, tilting her head.
"Um," he flushed. "You know. The break up."
"Oh right. The break up. The one that Gray told you about."
"Er, yeah. That one. Are you okay?"
She sighed and pushed her hair over a shoulder. Alec tried not to notice how her hair caught the light and shimmered. He focused back on her face. She looked directly at him, eyes calculating. "Alec, I don't want to jump to conclusions. Exactly how drunk were you that night?"
He looked at her, confused, not sure why she was asking that. "Um, I don't know? Pretty drunk? I had at least six cups of beer. I lost count."
"Well, how drunk were you when you talked to Gray and he told you that he and I had broken up?" She crossed her arms over her chest.
"Um, not that drunk. I'd only had a couple of drinks."
Helena bit her lip. "Alec, what exactly did Gray say to you about us? Did he specifically say that we'd broken up? You didn't misunderstand what he said?"
Alec wanted to tell her that he'd talked to Gray after he'd been balls deep in little Sammy's mouth, but he decided to leave that out. Maybe it just wasn't her need to know. Besides, she was good friends with Andy. He didn't want to fuck things up by telling her something that he didn't have to. "No, he specifically said that you two had broken up."
"And why exactly were you two talking about whether or not we were together?"
Alec hesitated. Did he want to tell her? It was Gray's business whose mouth he shoved his dick into, after all. And since he hadn't been with Sammy until after he's broken it off with Helena ... "Um."
Helena's eyes narrowed and she leaned forward. "Gray and I aren't over. He didn't tell you that we broke up," she snapped.
"What?" He sat up straighter, confused. "No, Helena, he did tell me that you two were."
"Don't lie," she hissed. "Gray didn't tell you a single thing and what were you doing -- feeding me lies about him? God, what do you want, Alec?"
"Helena, Jesus, why the hell would I lie to you about something like that? What would I get out of it?"
"Don't pretend. It's clear to everyone that you have a crush on me." She flushed. "And it was okay, it didn't matter. Not until you came up and told me lies about Gray. What were you thinking? That if you said that Gray told you that we had left each other, you could just slide in and sweep me away?"
He stared at her, dumbfounded. "No! Shit, no!"
"Then what the hell are you doing right? Coming up to me, asking me if I'm okay because I've apparently broken up with my boyfriend? I'm not some stupid rebound that you can woo over. I'm not some sort of easy lay that I'll pick you up the second Gray's done with me."
"Helena, oh my god, what the ... I didn't mean it like that! I don't know what Gray said to you, but he did tell me that you two had broken up! I'm not making this up. He's my cousin, why would I try to jeopardize him?"
"Because you want me!" Fuck, that sounded so self-centered to even her ears. "And everyone can also tell that you're jealous of him! Did you think that fucking him and me up was going to get you brownie points?"
"No! Shit, no! It's not like that!"
"Either you're lying or Gray is and you know what? I'm more inclined to trust him. Just stay away from me and Gray and stop trying to steal my underwear." Helena jumped up and got her stuff, walking out of the room, leaving an extremely confused Alec behind.
♥ ♥ ♥
Helena took her stuff and went down to the soccer pitch to wait for Dalia to finish with practice. Fuming, she sat down on the grass and watched. She couldn't believe what a shitty little liar Alec was. She didn't want to be up her ass about because it kind of horrified her how creepily obsessed Alec was with her. Sure, she was confident, but she wasn't exactly that amazing. She knew it. She didn't see what Alec saw in her. Which just freaked her out more.
She wrapped her hands over her arms and watched. Suddenly there was a scream from the pitch and the coach's whistle rang out. Helena jumped up and placed a hand to her brow, trying to see what was wrong. There was a girl who was lying on the pitch.
♥ ♥ ♥
Dalia should have known that the second she left Ian, all the bullshit at school would get to her. And it had. She had tried to keep herself calm the entire day thinking of Ian and how great it was yesterday when they lay around and made out. It was casual, it was easy, it was natural. Even after her comment about sex, he didn't push the issue or try to talk about it, sensing that she was uncomfortable with it. He'd just held her and pressed his lips to her and things had been instantly better.
Like they said, the higher you climb, the harder you fall.
And it fucking hurt like a bitch when she fell. She wasn't the type of girl who was used to taunts and teasing. Most people either respected her, or knew about her temper well enough to keep out of her way and not give her shit. Suddenly after that weekend though, things had just snapped and changed. People everywhere in the school were talking about her being a lesbian -- even the scared little froshie nerds! It wouldn't have pissed her off as much if it had just been one or two people saying it, but it was nearly everyone at school and there were just so many people she could tell she was straight to before she got fed up. She had been considering wearing a t-shirt that said 'I AM NOT A LESBIAN' but she didn't know how well that would fly over with the school's strict dress code. Fuck, but it seemed tempting at this point.
Especially right now, when she was at soccer practice and the other girls on the team had made a huge show of being embarrassed and wary when she'd entered the locker room. She'd just rolled her eyes and gone on changing. She didn't need their stupidity. But then they'd gotten on the pitch. The warm ups had been fine, and the start of the practice was good. But then they were separated in skins and shirts to play a mock game and that's when the shit started. Dalia had been chasing after Morgan who had the ball and she'd kicked it out from underneath her. Dalia stole the ball and traveled to the other side of the pitch, kicking the ball hard and scoring. The coach was clapping, telling her that it was a nice steal, when Morgan had gotten into her face.
"That wasn't a nice steal," she hissed. "You didn't steal it from me at all. I was just surprised and my attention wavered and you took it! You're a cheater!"
Dalia had looked at her incredulously. "Um, what the fuck are you talking about, Morg?"
"Don't call me Morg, you dirty lesbian! You grabbed my butt and I froze up and you took the ball!"
The anger inside Dalia had instantly flared up. "That is such a fucking load of bullshit!"
"You so did grab my ass!"
"No, I so didn't," Dalia snapped back.
"Ladies, ladies, step away from each other," Coach said warily, walking over.
"Lesbian freak!" Morgan spat out.
Oh, that was fucking it. With a growl, Dalia lunged at her, her hands grabbing on to Morgan's shirt. She punched her boob, really hard. "Am I fucking lesbian enough for you right now?" she screamed, face contorted in fury, the rage that had been building up inside her spilling out.
Morgan had screamed and was holding her chest. Dalia kicked out her legs from underneath her and she went down with a scream. Pissed off, Dalia knelt beside her, ready to pound her dumbass little brain to the ground, before the coach grabbed her around the waist and bodily lifted her away from the girl on the ground.
Coach pulled her to the side, looking furious. "Nussbaum! Keep it the fuck together!" Then her voice softened, "Take fifteen. Clear your head. It's just high school bullshit. You're my best player. I don't want to have you taken off the pitch before fighting. Got it? Now get."
Nodding, trying to control her breathing, Dalia walked off to the side. She knew that the other girls were cooing over Morgan. Great. By tomorrow she would have 'psycho' pinned to her name as well as 'lesbian'.
"Dal!"
Dalia looked up to see Helena waving at her, a little ways off, sitting on the grass. Dalia ran to her.
Dalia flopped down beside her, steaming.
"What was that about?" Helena asked.
"What the fuck was that about? Shit, I'll tell you. Morgan's a dumbass cunt!" Dalia told her what had happened and Helena listened with wide eyes.
"Oh my god, she so fucking retarded!" Helena exclaimed. "I can't believe she'd use a stupid rumor as an excuse for being a shitty player!"
"Yeah. Fuck. I'm just so over people and this shit. And god, I could handle it if it were just a few people saying it, but everyone seems to know. I wanna know what fucker started the rumor so that I can punch their lights out."
Helena nodded, eyes flashing. "I think that would be a good idea."
Dalia hugged Helena.
Helena pushed her away, laughing, "Oh gross, you're all sweaty and muddy and stinky."
"You love my stink!" Dalia grabbed Helena's arm and rubbed her armpit on it.
Shrieking with laughter, Helena pulled away. "I love you, D."
"Love you too, H. Fucking people."
Helena nodded. "I know." She sombered up. "Guess who came to talk to me today? Alec. He kept on acting like Gray had actually broken up with me and I was just like, um, what the fuck? And when I confronted him about it, he said that Gray actually told him that we'd broken up! I mean, I would've bought it as him just being desperate if he'd been really drunk but he wasn't! And I asked why the two of them were talking about whether or not we were together anyway and he didn't answer. I'm so pissed off at what he tried to do! I mean, how shady is that? Telling me something that Gray didn't say? I don't know what his plan was, to break us up or what. God." Helena looked down.
Dalia pulled up a clump of fragrant grass. "Fuck, Alec's so --" Suddenly she froze. It hit her and she didn't know why she hadn't thought of it before. The grass fell from her hand. She jumped up, a new fury boiling up inside her.
Helena looked at her, question in her eyes.
"It was Alec," Dalia spat out furiously. "It was Alec! Alec who kept asking me if I was a lesbian! It was Alec at Micky's party where he was going around spreading lies!"
Realization dawned on Helena's eyes and she gasped. "Oh my god."
Eyes flashing and dead serious, Dalia said, "I'm going to kill him."
CHAPTER: 19 "Asdf"
WORDS: 2192 [48,394/50000]
RATING:
WARNINGS:
SUMMARY:
NOTES:
Helena was sitting alone at the library after school. Dalia had practice and Helena wanted to leave with her. The library was mostly deserted. She was conjugating verbs for French when there was a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see Alec there. Her gaze immediately hardened.
"Hey, Alec," she said coolly.
He looked nervous, he kept running his hand through his hair. "Hey. Um. Can I sit?"
Helena shrugged, not answering. Alec slid into one of the chairs at the round desk anyway.
"So, um, hi," he said awkwardly.
"Hi," she replied, her hand shaking.
"Um, whatcha doing?" he asked, sounding as nervous as she felt annoyed.
"French homework." She snapped her book shut with a loud crack and put her pen down. "How are you feeling? You passed out drinking at Micky's party. I didn't want you to have hit your head or something when you fell."
"No, no, I'm fine. Dalia told me that she broke my fall." Alec nodded in gratefulness. "Thanks for getting me out. I ... it was embarrassing. I swear I can hold my alcohol better," he grinned toothily at her.
She didn't return the smile and instead said coolly, "I don't drink."
"Oh." He shifted in his seat, nerves and the tense, uncomfortable air between them getting to him.
"Is there anything you need?" she asked, trying to keep her voice halfway polite.
"Oh. Uh, yeah. I was just ... just wondering how you were. With the whole thing with Gray ..." He kept messing with his hair, making it stick out even more.
"What thing?" she asked, tilting her head.
"Um," he flushed. "You know. The break up."
"Oh right. The break up. The one that Gray told you about."
"Er, yeah. That one. Are you okay?"
She sighed and pushed her hair over a shoulder. Alec tried not to notice how her hair caught the light and shimmered. He focused back on her face. She looked directly at him, eyes calculating. "Alec, I don't want to jump to conclusions. Exactly how drunk were you that night?"
He looked at her, confused, not sure why she was asking that. "Um, I don't know? Pretty drunk? I had at least six cups of beer. I lost count."
"Well, how drunk were you when you talked to Gray and he told you that he and I had broken up?" She crossed her arms over her chest.
"Um, not that drunk. I'd only had a couple of drinks."
Helena bit her lip. "Alec, what exactly did Gray say to you about us? Did he specifically say that we'd broken up? You didn't misunderstand what he said?"
Alec wanted to tell her that he'd talked to Gray after he'd been balls deep in little Sammy's mouth, but he decided to leave that out. Maybe it just wasn't her need to know. Besides, she was good friends with Andy. He didn't want to fuck things up by telling her something that he didn't have to. "No, he specifically said that you two had broken up."
"And why exactly were you two talking about whether or not we were together?"
Alec hesitated. Did he want to tell her? It was Gray's business whose mouth he shoved his dick into, after all. And since he hadn't been with Sammy until after he's broken it off with Helena ... "Um."
Helena's eyes narrowed and she leaned forward. "Gray and I aren't over. He didn't tell you that we broke up," she snapped.
"What?" He sat up straighter, confused. "No, Helena, he did tell me that you two were."
"Don't lie," she hissed. "Gray didn't tell you a single thing and what were you doing -- feeding me lies about him? God, what do you want, Alec?"
"Helena, Jesus, why the hell would I lie to you about something like that? What would I get out of it?"
"Don't pretend. It's clear to everyone that you have a crush on me." She flushed. "And it was okay, it didn't matter. Not until you came up and told me lies about Gray. What were you thinking? That if you said that Gray told you that we had left each other, you could just slide in and sweep me away?"
He stared at her, dumbfounded. "No! Shit, no!"
"Then what the hell are you doing right? Coming up to me, asking me if I'm okay because I've apparently broken up with my boyfriend? I'm not some stupid rebound that you can woo over. I'm not some sort of easy lay that I'll pick you up the second Gray's done with me."
"Helena, oh my god, what the ... I didn't mean it like that! I don't know what Gray said to you, but he did tell me that you two had broken up! I'm not making this up. He's my cousin, why would I try to jeopardize him?"
"Because you want me!" Fuck, that sounded so self-centered to even her ears. "And everyone can also tell that you're jealous of him! Did you think that fucking him and me up was going to get you brownie points?"
"No! Shit, no! It's not like that!"
"Either you're lying or Gray is and you know what? I'm more inclined to trust him. Just stay away from me and Gray and stop trying to steal my underwear." Helena jumped up and got her stuff, walking out of the room, leaving an extremely confused Alec behind.
♥ ♥ ♥
Helena took her stuff and went down to the soccer pitch to wait for Dalia to finish with practice. Fuming, she sat down on the grass and watched. She couldn't believe what a shitty little liar Alec was. She didn't want to be up her ass about because it kind of horrified her how creepily obsessed Alec was with her. Sure, she was confident, but she wasn't exactly that amazing. She knew it. She didn't see what Alec saw in her. Which just freaked her out more.
She wrapped her hands over her arms and watched. Suddenly there was a scream from the pitch and the coach's whistle rang out. Helena jumped up and placed a hand to her brow, trying to see what was wrong. There was a girl who was lying on the pitch.
♥ ♥ ♥
Dalia should have known that the second she left Ian, all the bullshit at school would get to her. And it had. She had tried to keep herself calm the entire day thinking of Ian and how great it was yesterday when they lay around and made out. It was casual, it was easy, it was natural. Even after her comment about sex, he didn't push the issue or try to talk about it, sensing that she was uncomfortable with it. He'd just held her and pressed his lips to her and things had been instantly better.
Like they said, the higher you climb, the harder you fall.
And it fucking hurt like a bitch when she fell. She wasn't the type of girl who was used to taunts and teasing. Most people either respected her, or knew about her temper well enough to keep out of her way and not give her shit. Suddenly after that weekend though, things had just snapped and changed. People everywhere in the school were talking about her being a lesbian -- even the scared little froshie nerds! It wouldn't have pissed her off as much if it had just been one or two people saying it, but it was nearly everyone at school and there were just so many people she could tell she was straight to before she got fed up. She had been considering wearing a t-shirt that said 'I AM NOT A LESBIAN' but she didn't know how well that would fly over with the school's strict dress code. Fuck, but it seemed tempting at this point.
Especially right now, when she was at soccer practice and the other girls on the team had made a huge show of being embarrassed and wary when she'd entered the locker room. She'd just rolled her eyes and gone on changing. She didn't need their stupidity. But then they'd gotten on the pitch. The warm ups had been fine, and the start of the practice was good. But then they were separated in skins and shirts to play a mock game and that's when the shit started. Dalia had been chasing after Morgan who had the ball and she'd kicked it out from underneath her. Dalia stole the ball and traveled to the other side of the pitch, kicking the ball hard and scoring. The coach was clapping, telling her that it was a nice steal, when Morgan had gotten into her face.
"That wasn't a nice steal," she hissed. "You didn't steal it from me at all. I was just surprised and my attention wavered and you took it! You're a cheater!"
Dalia had looked at her incredulously. "Um, what the fuck are you talking about, Morg?"
"Don't call me Morg, you dirty lesbian! You grabbed my butt and I froze up and you took the ball!"
The anger inside Dalia had instantly flared up. "That is such a fucking load of bullshit!"
"You so did grab my ass!"
"No, I so didn't," Dalia snapped back.
"Ladies, ladies, step away from each other," Coach said warily, walking over.
"Lesbian freak!" Morgan spat out.
Oh, that was fucking it. With a growl, Dalia lunged at her, her hands grabbing on to Morgan's shirt. She punched her boob, really hard. "Am I fucking lesbian enough for you right now?" she screamed, face contorted in fury, the rage that had been building up inside her spilling out.
Morgan had screamed and was holding her chest. Dalia kicked out her legs from underneath her and she went down with a scream. Pissed off, Dalia knelt beside her, ready to pound her dumbass little brain to the ground, before the coach grabbed her around the waist and bodily lifted her away from the girl on the ground.
Coach pulled her to the side, looking furious. "Nussbaum! Keep it the fuck together!" Then her voice softened, "Take fifteen. Clear your head. It's just high school bullshit. You're my best player. I don't want to have you taken off the pitch before fighting. Got it? Now get."
Nodding, trying to control her breathing, Dalia walked off to the side. She knew that the other girls were cooing over Morgan. Great. By tomorrow she would have 'psycho' pinned to her name as well as 'lesbian'.
"Dal!"
Dalia looked up to see Helena waving at her, a little ways off, sitting on the grass. Dalia ran to her.
Dalia flopped down beside her, steaming.
"What was that about?" Helena asked.
"What the fuck was that about? Shit, I'll tell you. Morgan's a dumbass cunt!" Dalia told her what had happened and Helena listened with wide eyes.
"Oh my god, she so fucking retarded!" Helena exclaimed. "I can't believe she'd use a stupid rumor as an excuse for being a shitty player!"
"Yeah. Fuck. I'm just so over people and this shit. And god, I could handle it if it were just a few people saying it, but everyone seems to know. I wanna know what fucker started the rumor so that I can punch their lights out."
Helena nodded, eyes flashing. "I think that would be a good idea."
Dalia hugged Helena.
Helena pushed her away, laughing, "Oh gross, you're all sweaty and muddy and stinky."
"You love my stink!" Dalia grabbed Helena's arm and rubbed her armpit on it.
Shrieking with laughter, Helena pulled away. "I love you, D."
"Love you too, H. Fucking people."
Helena nodded. "I know." She sombered up. "Guess who came to talk to me today? Alec. He kept on acting like Gray had actually broken up with me and I was just like, um, what the fuck? And when I confronted him about it, he said that Gray actually told him that we'd broken up! I mean, I would've bought it as him just being desperate if he'd been really drunk but he wasn't! And I asked why the two of them were talking about whether or not we were together anyway and he didn't answer. I'm so pissed off at what he tried to do! I mean, how shady is that? Telling me something that Gray didn't say? I don't know what his plan was, to break us up or what. God." Helena looked down.
Dalia pulled up a clump of fragrant grass. "Fuck, Alec's so --" Suddenly she froze. It hit her and she didn't know why she hadn't thought of it before. The grass fell from her hand. She jumped up, a new fury boiling up inside her.
Helena looked at her, question in her eyes.
"It was Alec," Dalia spat out furiously. "It was Alec! Alec who kept asking me if I was a lesbian! It was Alec at Micky's party where he was going around spreading lies!"
Realization dawned on Helena's eyes and she gasped. "Oh my god."
Eyes flashing and dead serious, Dalia said, "I'm going to kill him."