Choose a Chapter:
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40
Friend Or Foe: Chapter 14 Still Totally Clueless
I couldn't take my mind off the rumors for the rest of the night. It just sucked, ya know? I sat alone at my groups' booth. The girls had left for more dancing whereas the guys went for another round of drinks at the bar. I let out a light huff of frustration. What was making all matters worse was the fact that Michelle was dancing all over Matt right on the dance floor, really close to me.
I rolled my eyes and focused away from the dance floor. I couldn't stand this anymore. I was about to stand, grab my purse, and catch a taxi back to the hotel, when someone slid into the booth across from me. I looked up and saw Jeff's curious hazel eyes staring at me. “What's wrong Vio?” he asked. I shrugged and met his eyes hesitantly. “The rumor, huh?” a new voice guessed. I looked up and saw Shane standing by the table. He sat down next to me, bumping his shoulder with mine.
Jeff eyed him, then looked back at me. “What rumor?” he asked, a look of confusion crossing his face. I was still staring at Shane. I opened my mouth, but it took a few seconds before anything came out. “How do you know about the rumor, but Jeff doesn't?” I asked Shane, pointing at him. He looked away angrily, shooting a hostile glare at the one person I really didn't want to see walking over here.
And then Matt was at our table. He smirked at Shane and Jeff, obviously he knew about the rumor. “You looking for number five?” he asked mockingly. A feral growl escaped my throat. It was so unexpected that Shane turned his head to look at me in disbelief. “Matt, fuck off.” I said meeting his eyes and not flinching. “Make me.” he taunted. He wanted me to do something. To make a scene.
Well, if it's a scene he wants, a scene he will get. I was on my feet pushing out of the booth past Shane before he could stop me. I was standing in front of Matt. Despite the six inch height difference I was more intimidating than Matt. I met his eyes and glowered at him. “What are you going to do. Shove your tongue down my throat like you did Shane's?” he smirked as he saw my face freeze. How the hell did he know about that?
Shane had tensed as well, but Jeff was still totally clueless. Obviously he wasn't the one who told Matt. And then I unfroze and before I could think about my actions or anything else. I had brought my hand up and slapped Matt across the face; hard. “How dare you!” I hissed as he stumbled and fell onto his ass. Michelle ran over to him. She knelt down next to him and glared up at me. “What, you wanna go too, bitch?” I asked, shrugging and holding up my hands.
I was fired up know. I wanted to kick someone's ass. Luckily Shane was there. He was on his feet holding my upper arms, stopping me from lunging forward. He pulled me back and spun me around to face him. He brushed my bangs out of my eyes and forced me to look at him. He looked slightly pissed, but mainly worried.
His hands were on my shoulders now. I let out a long breath and was calm once again. “Better?” Shane asked quietly. I nodded, not meeting his gaze. “Violet,” he said in a low stern voice that made me have to look at him. I met his brown eyes and had that sudden urge again. The same urge I'd had at my house, that day, on my kitchen floor, with the broken coffee mug. And I didn't move, or touch him, fearing what would happen if I did.
“I'm fine Shane,” I said pulling away and turning back to the table. I grabbed my purse and jacket. I looked up at Jeff and then Shane, “I'm going back to the hotel. I'll... see you guys later,” and I left. I heard Shane sigh as I brushed past him without even a glance. I couldn't be around him anymore. I didn't want to feel this way about Shane. Anyone else but him. I couldn't have feelings for him! Could I? No! I won't allow myself. I don't want to ruin everything I have with him. But is the relationship I have with him all thanks to these feelings I have, I've just never noticed.
My head was spinning with questions and I got into the taxi. I needed some damn sleep.
Of course, I couldn't just not see Shane and woke up in the bed next to his. I looked at the clock 6:45. Just enough time for me to take a shower before Shane gets up. I got out of bed and walked over to my suitcase. I pulled out an outfit for the day and then walked into the bathroom.
I turned the shower on and stared at myself in the mirror. I was still confused as hell. I didn't know what to do. I undressed and stepped into the shower. The warm water felt nice, and relaxed my tense and stressed muscles. I washed my hair, god knows it really needed it! I stepped out of the shower and started towel drying my hair.
I stopped when my hair was just damp and then I finished drying off. I looked through my stack of clothing then stopped. “Shit.” I muttered to myself. I had forgotten to grab a bra out of my suitcase. My dress from the night before had had a built-in bra and I just wore a sports bra to bed. “Shit” I muttered again.
I wrapped the towel tightly around my body then opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom. I tried to not search for where Shane was but I instantly noticed he wasn't in his bed. I walked over to my suitcase and opened it, being careful not to bend over. “Hey Vio are you—,” Shane trailed off as he walked into the room and saw me.
I blushed and ignored it, “Um, I'm almost done in there, give me a sec,” I told him focusing ultimately on my bag and not the fact that he still didn't have a shirt on and was only in his boxers. I finally found the damn bra I needed and quickly closed the suitcase back up and stood, spinning around quickly.
And there was Shane. Standing right there in front of me. His face so close to mine. My eyes darted away from his. Trying to keep some self control I turned my face away slightly. Great, now I was staring down at his bare chest. I felt his hand beneath my chin as he lifted my face to look at him. “Violet, how did he know?” he asked quietly, searching my eyes for some sort of answer.
I understood what he thought. “You think I've been talking to Matt and that I told him about what happened?” I said cocking an eyebrow. He looked away ashamed. “I've moved on. Is it so hard to believe!?!” I yelled, jerking my chin out of his hand. “Hell, you didn't even know about it! You didn't even know when I was dealing with the break up!” I said moving away, holding my towel in place with one hand.
Okay, so this was a little awkward but the awkwardness for me was overpowered by my frustration and disbelief. Suddenly I didn't really care that I was practically naked in front of Shane. I could tell that Shane was aware of my partial nakedness. His eyes traveled down my body once and goosebumps ran down my skin as his gaze did.
“I hope you realize that during that time that you dated Matt we barely ever talked,” he said meeting my eyes again. “You weren't the only person hurting,” he said and I could see the pain in his eyes. I closed my eyes and took a breath and let it out then opened my eyes again. I met his level gaze. It was taking a lot of self control to stop myself from leaning forward and wrapping my arms around Shane and having my way with him (seeing as how I was already naked).
The bra was forgotten in my hand and it fell to the ground as Shane came closer. He was so close that our foreheads were touching and when they did and electric shock ran through me. Shane placed one hand on my waist while his other hand caressed my cheek softly as he tucked my bangs behind my ear.
His hand slid down my cheek, the side of my neck, my collar bone. The touch was so sensual and intimate I might as well have been in bed with him. But his hand stopped at the edge of the towel. He seemed to remember what was going on then when he saw the towel. His eyes snapped up and met mine. And suddenly we both stepped away. I need to get away from him! I yelled mentally as I picked up my bra and walked back into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind me. “I'm screwed...” I muttered to myself as I leaned against the door and slid down to the ground.
I somehow avoided Shane for the rest of the day. I wasn't going to RAW tomorrow so I decided I was flying home for the rest of the week. I already had my tickets bought, my bags packed, and I was at the airport. I was anxiously waiting for them to call my flight when my phone rang. “Hello.” I answered. “Vio. Where are you?” I was Jeff and I could hear some of the other guys in the background.“Uh, hi Jeff. At the airport.” “What!?!” “You heard me.” “I know I did. I just, why are you there?” “I'm going home.” “Without us?” “I have some things that I need to do by myself, okay?” “Uh-huh, sure, Vio. But Shane and I are worried. Do you want one of us to fly over there too?” “No Jeff, I can take care of myself. Why are you suddenly so protective? I just need the week to myself. I'll be back Friday for my match, promise.” “Fine Vio, but once you land in NC, you call. And when you land here, you call. Got it?” “Yes dad.” “You know I am not your father.” “No, you're much to cute to be him.” “You got that damn right.”
“Kay Jeffy! I'm gonna go, they just called my flight.” “Alright Vio... be careful.” “Okay, what do you know that I don't!?!” “Matt's in Cameron.” It wasn't Jeff, Shane was talking now. “Oh.” “Yeah, that's why I—we're worried.” “I'll be fine, Shane. Don't worry. If I need someone, Juli is in Cameron with Ashleigh and Shelly's still living at my place since Shannon kicked her out.” “Well, you've got the girls. That's good. Okay, I'll talk to you soon.” “Definitely. Bye Shane.” “Bye Tabby.” And we hung up.
Previous Next
I rolled my eyes and focused away from the dance floor. I couldn't stand this anymore. I was about to stand, grab my purse, and catch a taxi back to the hotel, when someone slid into the booth across from me. I looked up and saw Jeff's curious hazel eyes staring at me. “What's wrong Vio?” he asked. I shrugged and met his eyes hesitantly. “The rumor, huh?” a new voice guessed. I looked up and saw Shane standing by the table. He sat down next to me, bumping his shoulder with mine.
Jeff eyed him, then looked back at me. “What rumor?” he asked, a look of confusion crossing his face. I was still staring at Shane. I opened my mouth, but it took a few seconds before anything came out. “How do you know about the rumor, but Jeff doesn't?” I asked Shane, pointing at him. He looked away angrily, shooting a hostile glare at the one person I really didn't want to see walking over here.
And then Matt was at our table. He smirked at Shane and Jeff, obviously he knew about the rumor. “You looking for number five?” he asked mockingly. A feral growl escaped my throat. It was so unexpected that Shane turned his head to look at me in disbelief. “Matt, fuck off.” I said meeting his eyes and not flinching. “Make me.” he taunted. He wanted me to do something. To make a scene.
Well, if it's a scene he wants, a scene he will get. I was on my feet pushing out of the booth past Shane before he could stop me. I was standing in front of Matt. Despite the six inch height difference I was more intimidating than Matt. I met his eyes and glowered at him. “What are you going to do. Shove your tongue down my throat like you did Shane's?” he smirked as he saw my face freeze. How the hell did he know about that?
Shane had tensed as well, but Jeff was still totally clueless. Obviously he wasn't the one who told Matt. And then I unfroze and before I could think about my actions or anything else. I had brought my hand up and slapped Matt across the face; hard. “How dare you!” I hissed as he stumbled and fell onto his ass. Michelle ran over to him. She knelt down next to him and glared up at me. “What, you wanna go too, bitch?” I asked, shrugging and holding up my hands.
I was fired up know. I wanted to kick someone's ass. Luckily Shane was there. He was on his feet holding my upper arms, stopping me from lunging forward. He pulled me back and spun me around to face him. He brushed my bangs out of my eyes and forced me to look at him. He looked slightly pissed, but mainly worried.
His hands were on my shoulders now. I let out a long breath and was calm once again. “Better?” Shane asked quietly. I nodded, not meeting his gaze. “Violet,” he said in a low stern voice that made me have to look at him. I met his brown eyes and had that sudden urge again. The same urge I'd had at my house, that day, on my kitchen floor, with the broken coffee mug. And I didn't move, or touch him, fearing what would happen if I did.
“I'm fine Shane,” I said pulling away and turning back to the table. I grabbed my purse and jacket. I looked up at Jeff and then Shane, “I'm going back to the hotel. I'll... see you guys later,” and I left. I heard Shane sigh as I brushed past him without even a glance. I couldn't be around him anymore. I didn't want to feel this way about Shane. Anyone else but him. I couldn't have feelings for him! Could I? No! I won't allow myself. I don't want to ruin everything I have with him. But is the relationship I have with him all thanks to these feelings I have, I've just never noticed.
My head was spinning with questions and I got into the taxi. I needed some damn sleep.
Of course, I couldn't just not see Shane and woke up in the bed next to his. I looked at the clock 6:45. Just enough time for me to take a shower before Shane gets up. I got out of bed and walked over to my suitcase. I pulled out an outfit for the day and then walked into the bathroom.
I turned the shower on and stared at myself in the mirror. I was still confused as hell. I didn't know what to do. I undressed and stepped into the shower. The warm water felt nice, and relaxed my tense and stressed muscles. I washed my hair, god knows it really needed it! I stepped out of the shower and started towel drying my hair.
I stopped when my hair was just damp and then I finished drying off. I looked through my stack of clothing then stopped. “Shit.” I muttered to myself. I had forgotten to grab a bra out of my suitcase. My dress from the night before had had a built-in bra and I just wore a sports bra to bed. “Shit” I muttered again.
I wrapped the towel tightly around my body then opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom. I tried to not search for where Shane was but I instantly noticed he wasn't in his bed. I walked over to my suitcase and opened it, being careful not to bend over. “Hey Vio are you—,” Shane trailed off as he walked into the room and saw me.
I blushed and ignored it, “Um, I'm almost done in there, give me a sec,” I told him focusing ultimately on my bag and not the fact that he still didn't have a shirt on and was only in his boxers. I finally found the damn bra I needed and quickly closed the suitcase back up and stood, spinning around quickly.
And there was Shane. Standing right there in front of me. His face so close to mine. My eyes darted away from his. Trying to keep some self control I turned my face away slightly. Great, now I was staring down at his bare chest. I felt his hand beneath my chin as he lifted my face to look at him. “Violet, how did he know?” he asked quietly, searching my eyes for some sort of answer.
I understood what he thought. “You think I've been talking to Matt and that I told him about what happened?” I said cocking an eyebrow. He looked away ashamed. “I've moved on. Is it so hard to believe!?!” I yelled, jerking my chin out of his hand. “Hell, you didn't even know about it! You didn't even know when I was dealing with the break up!” I said moving away, holding my towel in place with one hand.
Okay, so this was a little awkward but the awkwardness for me was overpowered by my frustration and disbelief. Suddenly I didn't really care that I was practically naked in front of Shane. I could tell that Shane was aware of my partial nakedness. His eyes traveled down my body once and goosebumps ran down my skin as his gaze did.
“I hope you realize that during that time that you dated Matt we barely ever talked,” he said meeting my eyes again. “You weren't the only person hurting,” he said and I could see the pain in his eyes. I closed my eyes and took a breath and let it out then opened my eyes again. I met his level gaze. It was taking a lot of self control to stop myself from leaning forward and wrapping my arms around Shane and having my way with him (seeing as how I was already naked).
The bra was forgotten in my hand and it fell to the ground as Shane came closer. He was so close that our foreheads were touching and when they did and electric shock ran through me. Shane placed one hand on my waist while his other hand caressed my cheek softly as he tucked my bangs behind my ear.
His hand slid down my cheek, the side of my neck, my collar bone. The touch was so sensual and intimate I might as well have been in bed with him. But his hand stopped at the edge of the towel. He seemed to remember what was going on then when he saw the towel. His eyes snapped up and met mine. And suddenly we both stepped away. I need to get away from him! I yelled mentally as I picked up my bra and walked back into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind me. “I'm screwed...” I muttered to myself as I leaned against the door and slid down to the ground.
I somehow avoided Shane for the rest of the day. I wasn't going to RAW tomorrow so I decided I was flying home for the rest of the week. I already had my tickets bought, my bags packed, and I was at the airport. I was anxiously waiting for them to call my flight when my phone rang. “Hello.” I answered. “Vio. Where are you?” I was Jeff and I could hear some of the other guys in the background.“Uh, hi Jeff. At the airport.” “What!?!” “You heard me.” “I know I did. I just, why are you there?” “I'm going home.” “Without us?” “I have some things that I need to do by myself, okay?” “Uh-huh, sure, Vio. But Shane and I are worried. Do you want one of us to fly over there too?” “No Jeff, I can take care of myself. Why are you suddenly so protective? I just need the week to myself. I'll be back Friday for my match, promise.” “Fine Vio, but once you land in NC, you call. And when you land here, you call. Got it?” “Yes dad.” “You know I am not your father.” “No, you're much to cute to be him.” “You got that damn right.”
“Kay Jeffy! I'm gonna go, they just called my flight.” “Alright Vio... be careful.” “Okay, what do you know that I don't!?!” “Matt's in Cameron.” It wasn't Jeff, Shane was talking now. “Oh.” “Yeah, that's why I—we're worried.” “I'll be fine, Shane. Don't worry. If I need someone, Juli is in Cameron with Ashleigh and Shelly's still living at my place since Shannon kicked her out.” “Well, you've got the girls. That's good. Okay, I'll talk to you soon.” “Definitely. Bye Shane.” “Bye Tabby.” And we hung up.
Previous Next