the pest

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the first time derrielle met the new cast members for season two was in early october, before the south carolina heat started to dismantle into at least bearable, temperate conditions.

she walked into the main set building to replenish herself after a four-mile run through the town of charleston, not really thinking about her sweaty and disheveled appearance when carlacia noticed her from afar.

"hey, elle! you look so good!" the bustling dark-skinned beauty waved as she quickly walked over to the writer. the beaming smile almost blinding elle as she tries to look presentable in front of the beauty queen.

"oh, hi laci!" elle smiles back, quickly taking her hair out of the messy bun and fixing it into something more secure. lacy grins back, grabbing two glasses of water from the refreshment table and bringing them over to the girl. elle nods in thanks as she receives the water bottle, "what are you talking about? me? look at you, stunning. are you taking your season headshots today?"

"yes ma'am," laci chuckles at the sight of elle immediately gulping down the water. her eyes fall to the tight, sweat-infused fabric of her matching workout set, compiled of a sports bra, cropped tee, and leggings. "i can see why drew is in love with you."

"thanks, lace," derrielle blushes, pushing back a falling strand of hair behind her ear as she settles her water between her arms. "h-have you saw drew by chance? i wanted to see him."

"yeah," laci nods, looking over to where the photoshoots were taking place. her smile drops shortly as his prescence is nowhere to be found. "i swear he was just here. maybe getting his makeup done?"

"that boy doesn't need makeup," derry replies snarkily, her eyes searching the set before landing on jontavious johnson posing for a few photos, and elizabeth mitchell in her makeup chair, no one next to her.

"i know, that bastard been blessed," laci continues with the conversation, not noticing the worries slowly emerging on derrielle's face.

"who's the bastard?" nick cirillo asks with a shit-eating grin, walking up behind the two girls before picking up some cookies and fruit from the buffet table next to them.

"morning to you too, nick," derrielle smiles, shaking her head side to side at the fact he's stuffing his face with junk food instead of a hearty breakfast. "you're up early."

"i could say the same thing about you, dj," he chuckles, picking up his plate and stepping closer so that he's between them. "so," he asks, munching on a piece of pineapple, "who's the bastard? is it terry?"

"no, no, terry's the sweetest," laci giggles, raising her hand to dismiss the thought from their heads. terance rosemore may play a scheming captain but he's a sweetheart in real life.

"drew's the bastard, who else?" elle corrects, shifting her stance as she picks up her glass of water again.

"ah gotcha, that was my second guess," nick nods as if he knew all along until his eyebrows tilt into an over-the-top puzzling complexion, "why is he a bastard? is he sleeping on the couch? is he in trouble? did he misgender heath the cat, again?"

"no," she shakes her head, an airy chuckle slipping from her cherry-chapstick-covered lips. "not yet at least."

"he's a bastard because he's practically sculpted by god and doesn't have to try," laci mumbles, her voice laced with false jealousy as derrielle finishes her cup.

the writer sighs in satisfaction and wipes her lips with the back of her hand before looking at nick with a mischievous smile on her face. "we're actually starting a bastard fan club, wanna join?"

"who are you? miss president?" nick chortles loudly, almost choking on a grape. his voice raising higher and higher until it dissolves into wheezing and coughing, laci had to pat him on the back a couple of times just to be sure he wasn't actually dying.

"and founder, obviously," elle laughs along with the trio.

"okay, why are you here?" nick continues, thanking laci for saving his life with a quick acknowledgment.

"aren't you supposed to be typing up words and whatnot?" he makes a funny, almost mocking face as his fingers start to wiggle like he was at a computer and pressing keys.

"unlike you, cirillo, i work out," elle shrugs, crossing over her arms with a tight-lipped smile on her face, her head tilting in a signature style.

nick gasps extravagantly, his palm smacking against his chest in appall. "for your information, that hurts me. i worked hard for these guns," he raises his available arm up to his head, flexing his muscles. "unlike your bastard husband over there."

"he's not my husband," derrielle scoffs, walking over to the edge of the drink table to throw out her used glass, just barely out of earshot with laci's quick-witted and sly comment

"maybe he should be, cause then maybe that pest would back the hell off," laci mumbles, nicks widens his eyes all too knowingly.

"who's a pest?" derrielle leans back towards them, looking back at the pair with a smirk toying past her lips.

"budapest?" nick questions, purposely taking with food in his mouth.

"it's booda-pesht," elle corrects his pronunciation of hungary's capital.

"that's what i said," the stubborn actor furrows his brows.

"no, you said budapest. it's booda-pesht," elle pesters, completely ignoring laci's hard glare at someone's direction.

"what?" nick mumbles, cookie crumbs dropping down on his shirt as they completely miss his mouth.

"what do you mean, what? you're making a mess, just never mind," elle begins to scold him until she notices laci's bored and unwavering look. "s-sorry, lace, what are we talking about again?"

"there's drew," she points, cashiering the rest of the trip to look in the direction of her finger. the handsome giant walks around a back corner with a stern and unfazed look on his face, quickly striding away from the area with a script packet in his hand.

"he doesn't look too happy," nick mumbles, watching along with the rest as drew suddenly stops at the sound of his name being called.

the trio watches as drew glances up to the ceiling, as if he was annoyed, before rolling back his shoulders and turning around to meet a certain blonde. none other than his cast mate, alexandra carson.

"hmm, i wonder why," derrielle comments with a short scoff. her teeth biting her bottom lip in annoyance and a bit of jealousy.

"i guess he was with alex. practicing lines, maybe?" carlacia shrugs, watching as the pair of co-stars have a quick word with each other before noticing the trio. "oh, they've spotted us. and they're waving. and now they're coming over. should we stop staring?"

"you can," elle offers, her eyes running up and down her boyfriend's body. "i'm not gonna."

drew's wearing blue and white bathing suit shorts, a simple but fit yellow tee, and his hair is longer, parted down the middle, a bit messy and sweaty. his rings and skin glistening under the set lights. he looks so good and he wasn't even trying. stupid bastard.

"yackkughh! barf!" nick makes a strange noise as he throws out his plate, mumbling in disgust and disapproval as drew quickly races over and engulfs his girlfriend in a bear hug.

"darling, what are you doing here?! shouldn't you be in your morning shower by now?" drew exclaims with a bright smile on his face, as if she was a magic wish come true.

he pulls away from the hug, but not fully relinquishing his hold on her as his decorated hands quickly move to her semi-exposed waist.

"god, you look so fucking good," he whispers, licking his lips as his electric blue eyes roam her body. his head tilts down, meeting her pretty lips with his own in a quick but loving kiss. elle squeals in surprise when his hands teasingly squeeze the sides of her hips, her hands falling to his chest, scrunching up the fabric of his shirt.

someone awkwardly clears their throat beside them, trying to remind the loved-up couple that they were still there.

elle's the first one to pull away completely, unsuccessfully hiding the bashful smile on her face. "s-sorry," she says to nick and laci, completely ignoring the true cough's culprit, before turning her head back to drew— who never tore his eyes from her figure.

"but i was actually gonna ask if you'd like to join me?" elle asks, raising her eyebrows quickly as her teeth nabs the bottom lip.

"well, that seems like an offer i can't refuse," drew smirks back, his left hand quickly leaving her side as it pushes away some curly flyaways behind her pierced ears.

"and that's my cue, i'm walking away," nick groans, patting drew on the shoulder before sauntering away. "y'all disgust me."

"me too," laci laughs before walking away with her fellow co-star, "i gotta finish some shots. but he's right. y'all are too cute, it's gross."

"actually he's busy," another voice says beside them. derry looks to the person responsible for the high-pitched vibration disturbing the couple.

alex flashes a smile, her tongue toying between her teeth in a conniving grin. the blonde actress looks over to drew, who still hasn't let go of derrielle. "you promised me we were gonna work on our lines together before our shooting tomorrow. that was already an hour ago."

"yeah, but," he sighs, dropping his hand to hold elle's, as he turns to face alexandra. "we can push that back. can we? i'd rather be with derry."

before alex could whine— i mean, speak— again, derrielle squeezes her boyfriend's hand for reassurance, telling him she's fine. "drew, it's alright, i got work to do too. i don't want to get you in trouble."

"you sure?" drew questions, licking his lips as his eyes continuously looks over her beautiful body in both admiration and lust. "cause i should be there, i-if you change your mind."

elle chuckles at his blatant horniness before releasing his hand from hers. "go! i'll be waiting for your return," she states, reaching up and wrapping her arms around his neck for a quick hug goodbye.

drew sighs in contempt as he hugs her back, his breathing slow and steady until it hitches in the back of his throat from the power of a few sentences whispering in the shell of his ear. "in your favorite color or nothing at all, still haven't made up my mind."

derry giggles as drew becomes frozen stiff, releasing herself from his flabbergasted clutch only to dismiss herself. "nice to see you again, alex. have fun acting."

and with that elle saunters away, making sure his eyes don't stray from the sway of her hips. "fuck," he groans under his breath in despair.

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derrielle knows she's the shit.
i missed writing her. and my clingy,
sexy, boyfriend, baby, bastard
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