𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖚𝖇𝖎𝖒 𝖏𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖍𝖎𝖗

Fucking Russian whore.

My eyes burned as I turned away from the scene, the image of Versailles' face when she came and the echo of her sweet moans taking over every rational thought in my mind. I forced my legs to drag me away from the door because I knew if I watched for a second longer I would do something I'd regret.

Would I regret it?

The doubt of that likelihood almost had me turning on my heel and just saying fuck it and ruining this day for all of us. They'd already ruined mine I might as well make it even and make all of us go home.

It wouldn't be the first time I sabotaged one of Versailles' hookups and knowing her it probably wouldn't be the last. Being in love with Versailles Mostafah was the most exhausting thing I'd ever had to do in my life even though I wouldn't give it up for the world.

I was fighting off people who wanted to sleep with her so often you'd think she was walking around the streets with a large sign in bold written 'Who wants to fuck me?' hanging around her chest in neon marker. And she might as well be, with a face like that. The world was easily able to convince people she was evil, vindictive, and a second coming of her parents.

But no one was convincing anyone that she wasn't incomprehensibly beautiful.

She was too beautiful in fact and it never bothered me when I got to enjoy her to myself but now that she was free to do whatever she liked. She was doing whomever she liked too and it seemed like there was a line curving around the block all waiting for their turn. Unfortunately for me, I couldn't threaten, torment, and fight off all of them.

That didn't mean I would stop trying.

An idea shot through my mind walking past the fire alarm on my way to the exit. It made me glance up to take notice of the sprinklers on the ceiling that I'm sure were in every room and suddenly I was sliding the hammer out of its stand and connecting it with the glass protecting the leaver.

Is this too far? I wondered as my fingers curled around the smooth metal but then again if I was worried about too far I would've stopped a long time ago.

"Hey, do you need a towel?"

The blonde shivered as she whispered a thank you and took the cloth from my hand, her entire body dripping with water from head to toe. "I was inside using the bathroom," I explained, gesturing to my clothes that were slightly damp, "Grabbed a towel when I heard the alarm to try and protect myself," I laughed, wringing the water out of my hair. "We can see how well that worked out."

She nodded, looking slightly distracted as she continued to throw worried glances at the exit door. I used her distraction as a chance to take her in, giving a once-over to the person who was Versailles most recent flavor of the month. 

She was pretty in an unachievable sort of way, from her shoulders to her calves she rippled with subtle muscle that only made her slender form look even thinner. Her eyes were the most striking thing about her, bright cerulean blue that would make most people shy away from direct eye contact with her.

She was the type of person people would think of before forcing themselves to throw up in the toilet. A person you'd meet and wonder to yourself if it was even possible to look that way naturally. Her hair was thin and I almost felt like telling her that the tight slickback she had it in was only going to make it worse but she didn't look like the type to take advice from anyone.

Gina had told me she was a bitch, but then again Gina thought everyone that wasn't chatty and rainbows was not to be trusted so I took her words with a pinch of salt. When she'd mentioned some new Russian chick in her studio who came and outshone everyone I had comforted her and told her if she just kept her head up she could still make the lead role in the Christmas show.

But when she went to give Versailles her keyring back and pass on that stupid little sexual innuendo I knew I had to see this 'Anastasia' for myself. Or rather, what was she moaning? Stasi? and here she was in front of me, Stasi.

"Sorry to be skeptical but do I know you?" She asked, breaking the silence between us. "It could be my memory but I don't think I've seen you around here before, do you work here?"

She phrased the question as polite but I could hear the actual thing she was asking, what are you doing here?

This began my award-winning performance, "Oh, I'm just waiting for my girlfriend to come out," The blood seemed to drain completely from her face, a complete contrast to the megawatt smile that was forming on my face. I tried to look as in love and as smitten as possible, "She's not expecting me here but I just wanted to surprise her."

The longer I kept speaking the more sick she looked, almost like she was about to throw up all over me. "You know she's been working so hard lately, she even told me she'd been making some huge improvements so she could get a part in the show coming up."

Her lips parted, "The Christmas Show?" she practically whispered.

"Yes!" I clicked, as if I'd forgotten, "The Christmas thing they throw every year, she's never really participated before but I don't know, I think this year might be different," I brought out my phone and shoved it in her face, but she didn't even look like she could see past the dread filling her eyes, "Look I even found this cute little flower place and I'm planning on buying her-

"A-are you sure she didn't," She swallowed, frowning, "Already leave or something?" I tilted my head at her question, "Because I'm pretty sure it was only like me and this one other girl in there."

I smacked my head and sighed, "Fuck do you think I did?" I looked around, "I'm pretty sure I haven't because I've been waiting here this whole time but maybe I-Shit um," I began swiping through my phone, "I have pictures of us together," I turned off my phone, looking back up at her, "Actually maybe you know her, she's a bit short," I gestured to just beneath my chin, "And she has these pretty green braids in right now with little gold beads at the end," I swooned, "oh, she's so beautiful, her hair by her roots is this blonde color a bit like yours but think less straw and more goldish-

"Versailles?" She finally cut in, an empty tone in her voice, "Your girlfriend is Versailles?"

"Yes!" I nodded eagerly only getting happier at the way her entire face fell. "I was scared you wouldn't know her she's not very social and absolutely hates making friends, she's actually a bit unfriendly most of the time."

She looked completely deflated, crushed, to say the least. "Well um yeah she is still in the building," She sighed, "she had to grab her bag actually so she should be out soon and I'm sure you guys can," Her eyes closed for a second and she took in a deep breath, "I'm sure she's going to be so happy to see you, you guys probably look really good together."

I continued nodding, agreeing with her, "We do, we get that all the time actually."

"Yeah well I have to go," She handed me back the towel, patting it before moving past me. I thought she'd finally fucked off when she came back, "Sorry to disturb you again but what did you say your name was?"

"Oh I'm-

"Actually nevermind," She put her hand up to stop me before turning on her heel again, muttering to herself, "It doesn't matter."

A breath of relief left me once she finally disappeared down the street, tension still tight in her shoulders as steam practically emerged from her ears. I was about to leave completely when the door burst open and out came the woman of the hour.

She was soaked from head to toe too and almost tripped on her own feet rushing down the steps only too look confused when she realized it was just me remaining here. I found my eyes trailing down the wet thin light pink top she was wearing that only exposed the dark black bra underneath.

"Hey did you see any-" As if realizing who she was talking to halfway through she swallowed her words and looked away cursing underneath her breath. "Fuck."

I shrugged, turning to walk away from her with the towel I had stolen from the bathroom still in hand. She'd looked at it when she came out but didn't ask for it and I wasn't a mind reader so that was her loss. When I finally slid into Gina's car she looked like she hadn't even noticed how late I was.

Until she finished applying her lipgloss in the mirror and finally looked at me, "Shit Cherry you're all wet," Her lips curled in disgust, "You said you were using the bathroom I didn't know that meant a shower?"

I feigned equal outrage at the situation. "The fire alarm was pulled. I was practically drowned in there," I groaned, tying up my hair with the hair tie on my wrist to prevent it from sticking to my back. But I have good news."

"You better," She started the car, " Did you see the way she looked at me when I came late? That cannot be for nothing."

"And it isn't," I promised, "I got the gig for the Christmas show."

She squealed, "Really you're doing a song?"

"One song?" I scoffed, "She's making me do three and all for the price of one."

"Well it's about exposure you know, there are some important people who come to that show you know?" I changed the song on her playlist, ignoring that she'd just driven over the curb as she drove out of the parking lot. "I think this will really get you out there."

"I don't care about all that," I shook my head, "You know I'm doing this to support you, you guys always say I'm 'never interested in what you have going on' Well this is me trying."

She awwed entwining our fingers when we reached the red light, "I appreciate it and you know what? You won't regret this."

"I hope not."