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@metanoia & @Melissa
The continuation of Nicholas & Tyler Jane's evening...


Between his spats with Leo and Griffin, the always entertaining and frustrating drama caused by Billie Jeanโ€™s temper, and somehow being dragged into Leoโ€™s drama, Nicholas wasnโ€™t a stranger to unfortunate circumstances. He always knew how to improvise when he needed to. That was something he thought he excelled at. Of the two, he was the twin who used his brain more.

So why was it, as the smart one, did he find himself maintaining his composure as a drunk Tyler Jane dragged her feet -- which he wasnโ€™t sure if that was all she could do physically or if she was doing it to trigger his nerves. Regardless which it was, consider his nerves triggered.

โ€œJust remember that youโ€™re the patient one.โ€ Nicholas repeated to himself as a sort of mantra.

Now maybe Nicholas was being overdramatic. Billie often reminded he got high strung for no logical reason. And itโ€™s not like Tyler Janeโ€™s dorm was that far from where the party was at. She was on the first floor and not even at the end of the hall. Her room was in the middle, but her consistent moving was making it almost not worth it, but Nicholas just couldnโ€™t leave her, not when it was TJ and especially not in her current state.

But finally, they reached her dorm and Nicholas, thankfully, had secured her keys before she got too draggy. As he put the keys into the doorknob, Tyler Jane began to move again. โ€œTyler Jane, can you stop that! I just gotta--TJ, I mean it!โ€ It was obvious Nicholasโ€™ frustration was building.

The redhead, almost more intoxicated by the minute, was indignant about being independent at this moment in time. Sure, Nicholas โ€œaccompaniedโ€ her on her way back to her dorm much to her drunken dismay, but Tyler Jane was a strong woman and was more than capable of making it to her room herself. Or so she thought.

Thatโ€™s why as soon as the boy tried to unlock her door, she reached out and tried to grasp the keys he was holding- her keys. How and when did he get those? Depth perception was at an all time low, so she shifted her body and stuck her hands out in the general direction of where his arm was and made a sad attempt to snag them. โ€œYou donโ€™t know how to do it, give them to me,โ€ Tyler Jane lazily stated, a small little alcohol induced smile relaxing the features on her face.

โ€œNo!โ€ Nicholas flat-out denied her request. โ€œYouโ€™ll probably stab yourself in the gut if you tried it in your condition.โ€ As he spoke, he went for attempt number two, purposely positioning himself in front of the keyhole so she couldnโ€™t stop him this time.

She rolled her eyes, a laugh escaping her lips. โ€œNoooo I wonโ€™t.โ€ Tyler Jane let each syllable of the words she spoke ring out, too careless to enunciate and make them crisp. Something about alcohol made the world feel like it was in slow motion... The redheads lips pouted as she looked up at Nicholas through her eyelashes, eyebrows furrowed. โ€œI donโ€™t know why youโ€™re doing this-Iโ€™m fineee I pinky promise.โ€ She lifted up her right arm and with her wrist slacked, raised her little pinky finger and offered it to him in childlike fashion.

He expelled a defeated sigh. There was no way he could allow himself to deny her the keys now โ€” not after she gave him the pout, at least. โ€œFine,โ€ he said, handing her the keys as carefully as he could.

Tyler Jane gleefully reached out to get the keys, missing the first time but grasping them successfully the next, and moved her body to be directly in front of the lock on her door. The closer she was to the keyhole, the easier it would be. Her first attempt landed her key directly to the right of where it should have been, the second attempt brought her to the left, and the third just wasnโ€™t even remotely close. But, she persisted, and nearly a minute later, the drunk redhead lined it up perfectly, key easily sliding into the lock, and her door clicked open. Ta-da! With a triumphant smile, Tyler Jane looked back at Nicholas, sticking her tongue out at him playfully before walking into her room โ€œSee! I told you I could do it.โ€

Watching her unsuccessfully get the key inside the knob three times in a row was, at the very least, the visual equivalent of rusty cat nails on a blackboard that went decades without a proper cleaning. And the fact she had a sense of pride on her face after finally doing it was...endearing to see. Despite her current drunk state, NIcholas was impressed that her resiliency remained intact (albeit without her usual grace). Still, he was genuinely proud of her.

As he clapped for the girl and smiled, he followed her suit, taking in the fact he was in her room. He wished the reason that got him to this point wasnโ€™t because of her inability to know left from right and she wasnโ€™t so utterly done with him, but such was life. He wasnโ€™t going to sit on the regrets. He just wanted to make sure she got to bed without hitting her head along the way.

Nicholas closed the door behind him and took in the sights. It was only after scanning her room did it really don on him just what kind of person TJ was. He remembered hearing somewhere about how a personโ€™s room was like getting a glimpse into their soul. He had always watched her from afar, spying on her almost when she was dancing or just noticing her without getting to know her enough, but seeing how clean her room was and a plant in the corner and all of the pillows, Nicholas was just now realizing that he didnโ€™t truly know her. He had no idea she liked plants or that she needed that many pillows.

As he was lost in his own thoughts, his priorities were realigned when he heard a loud thud and Tyler Jane whine. So he went to her side and found her face-first on her floor. As he was about to ask what happened, he noticed a pointe shoe underneath her foot. โ€œTJ, are you okay?โ€ He asked her, concerned and a hand outstretched for her to grab onto.

For a dancer, Tyler Jane was an awfully clumsy drunk. โ€œI was soooo close to my bed and then that stupid fucking pointe shoe had to come out of nowhere!โ€ She explained, muffled slightly by the cushioned rug she had tumbled down onto. It was true- one moment she was standing up and the next the shoe had magically appeared and blocked her path. Pressing her palms onto the ground, the girl slowly pushed herself up to a sitting position, taking Nicholasโ€™ hand that he so generously offered. He sure was being nice to her as she made a complete idiot of herselfโ€ฆ so much so that she had seemed to momentarily forget how angry and frustrated she was with him to begin with.

Continuing on her path, the redhead flopped down onto her bed, legs sprawled out as she landed on the massive pile of pillows. She had the comfiest bed in all of San Agustin, or so she liked to think. Tyler Jane could have just fallen asleep like that, but the (fleeting) sober voice in the back of the girlsโ€™ mind reminded her that she was still wearing shoes, still in her party clothes, and had all of her makeup on. With a grumble, she spoke, unsure if Nicholas would understand her dilemma. โ€œFuuuuck, I canโ€™t go to sleep yet.โ€

โ€œIs it because you still have all of that makeup on?โ€ He ventured a guess. With as much time as he spent around girls in general, he felt it was the only thing she could be referring to.

Another groan, โ€œYessss, if I donโ€™t take it all off Iโ€™ll get ugly pimples. And my shoes are still on.โ€ The redhead wiggled her toes inside her black heels, trying to see if they would just miraculously fall off, but sadly they did not. With all of the energy she had left, Tyler Jane sat up and looked at Nicholas as he stood there, almost amused. โ€œYou donโ€™t have to stay, you know, Iโ€™m sure you have other things to do or other people to be withโ€ฆโ€

A light chuckle escaped through his lips as he watched TJ fail in wiggling her shoes off her feet and he gently waved away her question. He took a seat at the edge of the bed, lifting her leg up with one hand securing the back of her ankle and used his other to slide off her shoe. โ€œEveryone I want to be with is in this room,โ€ he confessed with a smile, repeating the same act with her other foot.

โ€œYeah right,โ€ She shrugged off his statement as her feet were freed from the uncomfortable shoes she had been wearing, highly doubting that was the case. โ€œThat can't be true- there has to be someone else who youโ€™d rather be with right now.โ€

โ€œNope!โ€ He reaffirmed his previous statement firmly and stood up. โ€œNow where do you keep your make-up removal kit?โ€ He asked, looking at Tyler Jane.

The redhead didnโ€™t fully process the fact he was helping her, so without questioning it, the girl pointed to her desk turned vanity in the corner of the room. โ€œSecond drawer on the right, itโ€™s a blue box that has makeup wipes in it.โ€ When realization hit a few seconds later, the girl protested, โ€œYou better not go snooping in my stuff though Nicholas Grey.โ€ Tyler Jane warned, another drunken laugh slipping from her lips seconds later.

He lightly scowled at her insinuation and promptly made the conscious decision to not respond. He went to the desk and looked back at her, almost as if taunting her as he purposely went for the first drawer on her right. โ€œFirst one you said?โ€ His hand proceeded to open it.

โ€œNoooo, I said the second one, youโ€™re not listening.โ€ Tyler Jane whined.

It was probably cruel of him but he couldnโ€™t resist having his fun. Regardless, he didnโ€™t want to push his luck so he grabbed the wipes from the second drawer and raised it up to prove she was wrong. โ€œSee! Iโ€™m listening!โ€

Nicholas walked back to her bed and took a seat on the edge, but he was understandably a lot closer to her face than he was earlier. He set the kit on a space on the bed beside them and opened it up. โ€œSo which does what?โ€ He asked like a deer in headlights. As far as experiences went, this was the first time he found himself in a position where he was helping someone take off their makeup.

The redhead couldnโ€™t help but laugh again, finding Nicholasโ€™ naive-ness about the intricacies of makeup removal somewhat endearing. Tyler Jane wrapped one hand around the container, popping it open to reveal a pack of makeup wipes, some q-tips, cotton rounds, and a few hair elastics. โ€œItโ€™s not that complicated, silly.โ€ She expressed, tying back her long red hair with the band and then opening the package to take out a makeup wipe. Muscle memory did most of the work as she moved the towelette around her face and the makeup she was wearing seemed to disappear magically, revealing her fair skin and freckles underneath. The entire evening vanished from her features. After a minute or so, the girl tossed the now used wipe towards the trash bin next to her bed, thinking she was good to go. โ€œDid I miss a spot?โ€ She asked Nicholas, as normally she would have done this in front of a mirror to check her handiwork.

And in a surprising and welcoming-to-see turn of events, she had gotten it all. The same red-headed girl who had failed to walk on her own and had terrible hand-eye coordination with a key (of all things), had managed to wipe away the thickest layers of her makeup. Another shocking thing? She was even more stunning now than she was with it on. Or maybe it was Nicholasโ€™ own feelings making him see her. Either way, he just smiled at her, confirming with a nod. โ€œIt does appear you got all of it.โ€ To confirm himself of this, Nicholas placed his left hand on her cheek and gently caressed it.

Tyler Jane smiled- a genuine one, not just alcohol induced, as he gazed into her eyes. The Grey boy always had a unique way of giving her butterflies even when he didnโ€™t intend to, and feeling his touch on her cheek did just that. But, the redhead remembered in that moment that she was supposed to be mad at him. He had played games with her all night, avoided her at all costs and made her jealous in the worst of waysโ€ฆ but then again, she had done the same, almost tenfold. A laugh escaped her lips, the drunk kind, and the girlโ€™s eyes squinted as she spoke, โ€œWhy are you being so nice to me?โ€

Without hesitation, Nicholas said, โ€œBecause I was a fool and an idiot. Because it took me seeing you kiss Griffin and me almost doing something I knew I was going to regret to realize that Iโ€™ve played with your heart long enough.โ€ As he spoke, his heart was pounding so hard that it was like a wild stampede was happening inside him.

There was nothing quite as sobering as the boy of the redheadโ€™s desires calling out his mistakes, and Tyler Jane heard him loud and clear through her drunken fog. She had not expected him to do so in a million years- he was Nicholas Grey for crying out loud, his reputation preceded him and the girl knew that it was rare for him to take ownership of his faults. Instead of immediately caving, TJ smirked and pressed on, โ€œYouโ€™re not wrong,โ€ she replied with a small giggle.

He let out a soft chuckle. โ€œIโ€™m trying to be a better person. And, you know, part of that is being honest.โ€ Ah yes, honesty -- the one girl that he could never tame.

The redhead sighed, letting her neck relax and loosen, tilting her head further into Nicholasโ€™ palm. โ€œBeing honest is good. I like honesty.โ€ The girl drunkenly mused, picking that word out of the bunch to focus on, and for good reason. Tyler Janeโ€™s lips curved upwards as she began to speak again, in the spirit of honesty and being blunt. โ€œAnd if Iโ€™m being honest, itโ€™s your fault that Iโ€™m this drunk.โ€ The girl laughed, hoping that Nicholas would see the comment not as blame, but as explanation to her current state.

โ€œMy fault?โ€ He said promptly, โ€œhow is this my fault? Werenโ€™t you the one who put the alcohol in your system?โ€ He asked, laughing and looking at her with a somewhat dismayed expression.

Closing her eyes, Tyler Jane let out another intoxicated laugh. The worst thing about being drunk was getting the spins, and thatโ€™s what happened to the redhead as soon as she took her eyes off of Nicholas. It felt like she was on a merry go round or doing pirouettes even though she was sitting completely still. โ€œYou tried to make me jealous, and it worked too well, and I drank everything in sight to deal with itโ€ฆโ€ The girl trailed off, mind growing foggy once more as she explained the reasoning behind her previous statement. And then, a complete non-sequitur. โ€œIs the room spinning or is it just me?โ€

Nicholas laughed at her completely different topic change. โ€œSomeoneโ€™s feeling the effects of her booze binge, isnโ€™t she?โ€ He teased her, showing a rare lighthearted side.

โ€œNoooo, donโ€™t laugh at me.โ€ She whined, forcing her lids to open and look at Nicholas once more. Tyler Jane paused as she gazed into his blue eyes, completely getting lost in them. She didnโ€™t realize she was complimenting him until the words practically fell out of her mouth. โ€œYou have nice eyes.โ€ A sigh, reflecting on her complete inability to hold her tongue and the truth to his previous statement. โ€œFine, I guess I am suffering the consequences of my actions. Remind me next time not to drink as a coping mechanism.โ€

โ€œNext time?โ€ The fact she had said that was both interesting and amusing to him. โ€œSo you see us being alone like this again, huh?โ€

Tyler Jane gave him a look, the look. The look that said it all without saying anything, the one that asked if he was serious, the one that said โ€˜we would have already found our way here if you hadnโ€™t been a playerโ€™. But instead of elaborating, she only muttered three words. โ€œIf youโ€™re lucky.โ€

It was unlike him to hesitate, especially when he noticed certain hints being thrown out there, but Nicholas did and he didnโ€™t know why. No, that wasnโ€™t completely accurate. He knew exactly why he hadnโ€™t done anything and it was the same reason he had played with her instead of being truthful with her. It was the same reason why whenever he felt real feelings, he reverted to old habits. But her eyes and the way they were locked on him made Nicholas smile (of all things).

As he leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers, for a few seconds, he felt such a raw surge of adrenaline course through his body like it was on fire. It was exhilarating and terrifying and a completely new experience for him. And in the middle of a breath, regardless of what everything in him wanted, he rebelled and pulled back slowly, just looking at Tyler Jane and her perfect face.

Tyler Jane would be lying if she said she wasnโ€™t expecting this to happen, but she certainly was surprised in the moment when Nicholas kissed her. It definitely wasnโ€™t how she had pictured it happening in the beginning of the evening when she tried to plan for the perfect night, but then again everything that could have gone wrong tonight did. Their first interaction was sour, they tried to one up each other the entire party, and she was drunker than a sailor. But something about the way it felt when their lips connected was electric and raw and it was exactly how it needed to be. She wanted to bring him closer, but as soon as she reached for him, he pulled away, his lips disappearing from hers. The redhead paused, taking a breath before stating the obvious with a smirk. โ€œThat wasโ€ฆ whoa.โ€

Still reeling from the electricity of the kiss, Nicholas had to take a moment for himself which had him take a few slow breaths. As he did, he couldnโ€™t stop thinking about how much he wanted to continue kissing her lips. It wasnโ€™t like how he had kissed others in the past but maybe that was because TJ wasnโ€™t like the others. She wasnโ€™t someone like Dwayne who he knew was attracted to him and used that to have a good night nor was it like Alexis or any of the other countless girls who had made their way into his bed. Tyler Jane had always stood out above the rest.

But that wasnโ€™t why he hesitated. He wanted to take her right now but just the thought of that made him feel guilty because he didnโ€™t want to take advantage of her in the drunken state she currently found herself in. โ€œSo, is the room still spinning?โ€ He asked, knowing he needed to say something.

Not thinking that was what he was going to say, the redhead couldnโ€™t help but dissolve into another giggle, nodding her head. โ€œYes,โ€ Tyler Jane replied, โ€œYes, it is. No kiss will be able to fix that, unfortunately.โ€

Nicholas was somewhere between disappointed and relieved when she said that. โ€œI think this is the universeโ€™s way of saying itโ€™s bedtime.โ€

The redhead sighed, but silently acknowledged the fact he was probably right. Only minutes earlier she was practically pushing him away, but now, she didnโ€™t want him to leave. They had finally found some semblance of resolution, an indicator that they were finally on the same page, but of course her drunkenness very well had to ruin what could have been a very interesting evening. Go figure. Tyler Jane pouted, leaning back and relaxing into her mountain of pillows. โ€œIโ€™m going to have the worst hangover in the world tomorrow, arenโ€™t I.โ€

โ€œYou might, but with hangovers comes hangover cures and I happen to know that the best cure to any head pain is the greasiest burger youโ€™ll ever eat.โ€ He would say as he pulled Tyler Janeโ€™s covers over her, stopping just above her chest. โ€œSo when youโ€™re conscious and if you still remember, give me a call and Iโ€™ll get you the biggest one I can find.โ€ He leaned over and tenderly kissed her on the forehead.

The drunk redhead smirked, eyes seeming to close out of instinct as the cozy sheets were wrapped around her. The giddy feeling in her chest still hadnโ€™t gone away, but her brain knew that she was going to need as much rest as possible to sleep this incoming hangover off. โ€œYouโ€™ve got yourself a deal.โ€

Nicholas couldnโ€™t help but smile down at Tyler Jane as her words faded into silence. She looked so peaceful in how she slept. It was like the entire hour of her dancing on tables and wiggling around in his arms as he carried her felt like a distant nightmare. And maybe thatโ€™s because it was.

As he allowed himself to watch her peacefully sleep, eyes gazing at her fondly, he carefully left, leaving her dorm as quietly as he could. He had no idea if she was a heavy or a light sleeper, so he didnโ€™t want to risk it. After the night she had -- most of which was his fault -- Tyler Jane deserved to have as much rest as she could. Lord knew the hangover she was going to have in the morning would be a killer.

He pressed his uninjured hand against the closed door and smiled. โ€œRest well,โ€ he said and left, taking the scenic route to his dorm. It felt like one of those nights where he wanted to just be with his thoughts.

Alright, Iโ€™m caving.

Aiden Howard || Male || Liberty High Student || FC: Rudy Pankow || 2D7DD2
Ellie Roberts || Female || Rosefell High Student || FC: Kaitlyn Dever || FACE75

Mentions: Summer @Danvers, Calypso @canaryrose, Alayna @Qia , and Isolde @Blizz

Within a few minutes of being in her new room, Maggie had already made excellent headway in getting settled. She had sorted her personal effects on the side table, made a small home for the few books on top of her dresser, and hid some shoes under her bed. Her suitcase lay open on her bed, half of the clothes already having found their way into the closet, and the rest folded and organized in piles. She wasnโ€™t a heavy packer, but the blonde had brought plenty of outfit options due to the unknown nature of the coven house when not there for official business. She didnโ€™t know if the elders dressed up every day, or if that was just a solstice or gathering kind of thing, so it was better to overdress then not. She was so focused on color coding and separating her tops that she didnโ€™t hear Summer walk in until she spoke, inquiring why she was on her own whilst everyone else socialized.

Uncharacteristically, Maggie clapped back in an unexpected way. โ€œI could ask you the same thingโ€ฆโ€ The blonde raised an eyebrow, commenting on the fact that she was also alone and unsure whether Summer was judging her or attempting to initiate small talk. Settling for the latter and giving the redhead the benefit of the doubt, she quickly changed her tone. โ€œI just wanted to get a head start on unpacking and selfishly pick out the best bed in the room for myself before Calypso and Alayna got the chance.โ€ The bookworm added in a laugh, taking another shirt out of her suitcase, folding it once more, and putting it in the proper pile. โ€œYou had the right idea about showering though- I feel so gross after sleeping outside last night, so Iโ€™ll probably do the same.โ€

It ended up that leaving the door open was a good idea after all as Isolde appeared in the doorway to ask the ordering of the rooms. Maggie wanted to be approachable and hoped that her fellow witches would feel comfortable enough to pop their head in whenever they pleased. With a friendly smile, the blonde assisted. โ€œYouโ€™re one room off- itโ€™s directly next to this one. Even numbers are on one side of the hall, odds are on the other.โ€ Many trips up to the coven house as a child had proven useful, as Maggie knew the whereabouts of each room pretty well for someone who didnโ€™t live there year-round. โ€œI donโ€™t think we got the chance to introduce ourselves last night. Iโ€™m Maggie, and this is Summer.โ€ The blonde motioned to herself as well as the redhead. โ€œYouโ€™re from another coven, right? In the mountains?โ€

Mentions: Charlie @KaijuBaragon, Calypso @canaryrose, Alayna @Qia

By the time that dawn creeped over the silhouette of the tree line, Maggie had already been awake for almost an hour. Her fellow witches hadnโ€™t stirred from their slumber yet, but the blondeโ€™s eyes refused to close after she had opened them to the gentle, yet unknown sounds of the wood. Since she was kid, the girl had never been completely okay with spending the night anywhere other than her home. Call it anxiety or homesickness, but the fact was that she was very much out of her comfort zone. So, when she couldnโ€™t get back to sleep, Maggie just lay in her sleeping bag thinking and over thinking. Did she make the right choice by coming here to spend the summer with strangers and peers? Only time would tell.

As soon as the Earth was kind enough to provide natural light, the blonde clamored out of her makeshift bed and rolled it up nicely, grabbed her things, and walked back over to the coven house. Propping herself on the porch swing like she had the day prior, she flipped open her book and read until it was an acceptable hour. Every now and again she would look back over to the campsite to see if anyone else had awoken, maybe someone she could talk to while they waited for the Elders to fetch them for breakfast. But the one person who did wake up, a certain redhead, fled into the woods for a stroll, leaving Maggie to her own devices until the rest of the group decided to show signs of life.

8AM finally came around, and when Sister Lark exited the house to gather the campers, the blonde walked inside and helped herself to the breakfast that she had smelled wafting out of the open windows. She stopped in the hallway as she passed by to review the roommates list that had been pinned to the bulletin board and luckily, she had been paired with Calypso and Alayna. Maggie was excited to get the chance to reconnect with her old friend- she had tried last night, but the evening got away from them due to theโ€ฆ altercation, but things should be smoother now that they were underneath one roof with the Elders. As for Alayna, the girl seemed easy enough to get along with, so she hoped that their room wouldnโ€™t have any real issues.

Maggie watched as the other witchlings finally filed in, commenting on the list and filling their bellies with the delicious food that had been prepared. The blonde, after cleaning her plate, decided to walk up the stairs in order to unpack her things and get the first pick of beds in the room. However, instead of closing the door, in an uncharacteristic move by the quiet bookworm she decided to keep it open so that any passerby could pop their head in. Hopefully, that would start this summer off on the right foot.

Starring Erica Monet and Tyler Jane Morrissey
A @Smarty0114 and @Melissa Collaboration


Tyler Jane thought she had the stomach to stand spin the bottle. The game was harmless, fun even- she was enjoying watching the random and kismet matches. Well, she was enjoying it until Nicholas proceeded to makeout with Savannah when he landed on her, forgoing every bit of common sense on this planet. She watched his every movement- the way his hand caressed her cheek delicately, his body touching hers, their lips moving aflame. The redhead couldnโ€™t read how Savannah felt about this, but she assumed the worst, given that this is what the blonde wanted from the start. Even though the wounds had been patched up, they were still fresh and cut open once more- Tyler Jane joined the bleeding hearts club as hers dropped into the pit of her stomach.

Men were pigs. Scum of the earth. Gum on the bottom of a shoe. They couldnโ€™t be trusted, and certainly couldnโ€™t be believed in. Tyler Jane had tolerated Griffin for the sake of her friendโ€™s crush, but he ended up being a douche like the rest of the bunch. Nicholas seemed like a good egg, but had cruel intentions and deep down, she feared he had no real desire in pursuing anything with her.

The kiss seemed to last forever, and when it ended, all havoc broke loose much to her surprise. Savannah, as it turned out, was true to her word and had no interest in Nicholasโ€™ advances. She yawned after their lips separated, and if Tyler Jane hadnโ€™t been on edge about the situation, she wouldโ€™ve laughed. But the dark haired boy of her desires certainly did not appreciate the sentiment in the same way and went off on the blonde, citing her previous interest and now lackluster interaction. The fire behind his eyes turned into words that compared the two of them; to him, Savannah was nowhere near as special as Tyler Jane.

As soon as her name was mentioned, the redhead felt eyes burning onto her skin, everyone seeming to glance over at her as a natural response to the commotion in the center of the circle. Heat graced her cheeks, unsure of how to react to this less than appealing attention. Sentences flew out of Savannahโ€™s mouth in retort- sarcastic, unfiltered, and raw sass flowed into Nicholasโ€™ ears as she read him the riot act. Tyler Jane was shocked at the pure confidence, but would have to thank her friend later for having her back.

But for now, the dancer had seen enough. She had seen more in the last 5 minutes than she ever wanted to see. Not only was she perplexed about where she truly stood with Nicholas, but she couldnโ€™t help but feel disgusted by the way he treated her friend. As she started to look away, her eyes met with his as he searched for an answer or an emotion in her eyes. Tyler Jane held the contact for a second too long before shifting her gaze elsewhere. Finding Erica across the circle, the redhead stood up quickly and ushered her away from the circle as Mr. Grey walked off towards the makeshift bar.

โ€œYou, me, bathroom nowโ€

Tyler Jane pulled her friend forcefully by the hand towards her dorm room down the hall instead of the public bathroom, giving the girl no choice in the matter, and directed them both inside before slamming the door behind them and quickly flipping the lock. The redhead pressed her back against the door and let herself slide down until she was sitting on the ground, head falling into her hands. The hammer was about to drop and Tyler Jane was going to release it.

โ€œI think Iโ€™m going to be sick.โ€

Ericaโ€™s usually stoney features melted into concern. She crouched down to get eye level with TJ, promptly lost her balance, and tipped over to land sitting down. Jesus, sheโ€™d had a lot, hadnโ€™t she? Ignoring her less than graceful maneuver, Erica focused on TJ. โ€œTee, please, donโ€™t waste good alcohol on Nick Grey,โ€ Erica said. Even drunk, it was easy for Erica to see what had TJ in distress. โ€œBoys are not worth that kind of trouble.โ€

In as much distress as she was in, the drunken redhead couldnโ€™t help but dissolve into a small laugh as Erica tumbled onto the ground. Regaining her composure with a sigh and remembering why she was nauseated, she continued. โ€œHeโ€™s so confusingโ€ฆ all men are confusing. You think youโ€™ve got them right where you want them and they throw you a reverse Uno card.โ€ Tyler Jane mused, running a hand through her straightened mane. Desiring to clear the air before dropping a bomb on her, the redhead referenced her spin in the game to Erica. โ€œIโ€™m sorry I had to kiss Griffin - it was gross and I only did it to make Nicholas jealous. And it didnโ€™t even work! Now what am I supposed to do?โ€

โ€œItโ€™s fine, weโ€™re notโ€ฆโ€ Erica cut her own sentence short with another roll of her eyes, and an added sigh of exasperation. She wasnโ€™t about to start talking about Griffin right now, not when TJ was obviously concerned with other things. โ€œDoesnโ€™t matter. Say the word and we can go back in there and toss our drinks in his face. One for each eye, bam, bam,โ€ Erica said, punctuating her threat by throwing her hands forward in rapid succession, an effort to get another laugh out of her friend.

Ericaโ€™s attempts to make Tyler Jane laugh again were successful- something about being drunk made the girlโ€™s emotions change in the blink of an eye. One moment she was angry, the next she could be happy again. But the giggle that escaped the redheadโ€™s lips faded fast. โ€œI donโ€™t think throwing drinks in Nicholasโ€™ face will solve anything.โ€ She stated, pausing before continuing and hesitant about what she was going to say next. โ€œI just donโ€™t understand how one minute we can be nearly kissing in front of the dorms, and the next Iโ€™m nothing to him.โ€ TJ looked at Erica earnestly โ€œAs much as you donโ€™t like him, youโ€™d be completely honest with me about him, right?โ€

The redhead asked the question almost as if she were asking permission to spill what she had heard- she knew that Erica would always be honest with her and promote her best interests, but she needed to hear it again before crushing the girlโ€™s hopes of some type of connection with Griffin.

โ€œOf course!โ€ Erica said, the widening of her eyes highlighting the sincerity of her words. โ€œBoys are justโ€ฆ dumb. They donโ€™t know what they want,โ€ she said, perhaps a little too aware of the irony that this was coming from her. The truth was, no one at this school knew what they wanted. Least of all, her. โ€œHonestly, I do think heโ€™s into you. I just donโ€™t know if his primitive little brain can get out of his dick.โ€

โ€œOkay, well speaking of primitive brainsโ€ฆโ€ Tyler Jane segued, taking a breath before continuing. โ€œI heard something through the grapevine that I think you deserve to know.โ€ The redhead brushed a piece of hair out of her face, hoping for another moment to stall. โ€œGriffin and Leo were apparently talking before spin the bottle and Griffin said to him that he thought you were desperate. I know that Griffin and I arenโ€™t usually on the best terms, but this has nothing to do with that, and Iโ€™m just letting you know cause youโ€™re my best friend and you donโ€™t deserve to be spoken about like that.โ€ She might have rambled on (50% due to alcohol and 50% due to nerves), but at least she got it out and off her chest.

TJโ€™s words singed themselves into her brain, a hot iron branding her memories with the sudden flipping of her stomach and the unfamiliar ache in her heart. If what TJ said was true, and she had no reason to believe otherwise, Griffin had cut to her core, in a cruel and unnecessary way. Was that dance just a joke for him?

Erica expected a fire in her belly, a rage that would carry her fist down the hall into Griffinโ€™s face, but instead, she felt something more akin to emptiness. Heโ€™d seen right through her, past the confident mask she wore so well that it even fooled her sometimes, to the lonely little girl inside. She was desperate, for admiration and success and love. She needed it all so badly, desperation was the only word that fit.

โ€œWow,โ€ Erica said, pursing her lips so that she could keep herself together. Her breath came slow, her stomach sank low, and she struggled to hold back tears, fighting the burning in her eyes until it faded back. She wasnโ€™t going to waste good makeup on Griffin Pierce. She gulped and sighed, so very much over everything at this stupid school. โ€œWell, guess I was right. Boys fucking suck.โ€

Although a little dizzy, Tyler Jane used every muscle in her body to move towards Erica and wrap her in a hug. โ€œWe donโ€™t need them.โ€ Even if she may have doubted that statement in her mind, the girlโ€™s voice rang strong, clear and unwavering as she comforted her friend. โ€œBoys are overrated anyway- Savannah had the right idea to ditch Ni- I mean men- to go and dance with Tayla.โ€ Releasing Erica from her arms, the redhead leaned back against the door before summoning all of her strength and standing up (probably a little too quickly as all the blood rushed to her head). โ€œWe canโ€™t sit here any longer and let them ruin our night. This is our party, remember? We make the rules.โ€

Erica nodded. โ€œYouโ€™re right.โ€ The brunette stood up, using the wall as support, and brushed herself off once she was standing up straight. She popped her head into TJโ€™s bathroom to get a glance at her reflection. Happy with what she saw, she plastered on a soft smile, and linked arms with TJ. โ€œTime to go show them what theyโ€™re missing.โ€

The redhead grinned widely at her friend as they departed her room and strutted back towards the party, heads held high. Tyler Jane brought them back over to the circle where the game of spin the bottle was happening and unlinked their arms before marching right to the center and pressing her heeled foot on top of the glass bottle to stop it in its tracks. She clearly had other plans. โ€œAlright, I think weโ€™ve all had enough of that game for one evening. Letโ€™s spice things up a little bit moreโ€ฆ 7 minutes in heaven. Who cares to go first?โ€

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