wait, please
Both girls put up their hands to shield their eyes from the bright light as the closet door was opened. The lights and noise from the rowdy party flooded into the closet, turning their once safe haven into just another leg of the event. “Fuck,” Vi muttered, looking over at Caitlyn.
Caitlyn, as expected, was taller than her. Vi couldn’t help but run her eyes over the slim figure beside her. Despite their activities behind closed (closet) doors, Caitlyn somehow looked oddly put together. Vi hoped she did too, but she didn’t have much hope that she didn’t look like she’d just come back from war. She did, in a way, come back from war. A war between her head and her heart and the throbbing between her legs.
“They definitely kissed,” a voice said, snapping Vi out of her trance. She scowled, crossing her arms.
Mylo and Claggor were there, sitting around with smug looks on their faces. Well, at least Mylo was looking smug. Claggor had the decency to look at least a little bit worried.
“That’s the point of the game,” Caitlyn deadpanned, looking at the guy who had spoken as if he were dirt on her shoe.
Vi looked over at the girl beside her. What a fucking enigma. Who does this girl think she is, kissing Vi one moment and the next acting like it was nothing? She couldn’t help but be intrigued as her eyes betrayed her, raking over Caitlyn’s figure, drinking in the sight like it she’d never get a taste again.
She probably wouldn’t. This is Caitlyn fucking Kiramman we’re talking about. And me, from the goddamn Lanes. Oil and Water.
If you let an emulsion sit, the two components will inevitably separate again.
“C’mon, Vi,” Mylo said, grabbing Vi’s wrist. “Powder’s been blowing up your phone.”
“What?” Vi said, forcing herself to look away from the woman who had just definitely taken her first kiss.
“I said,” Mylo repeated, raising his voice. “Powder’s been blowing up your phone.”
“Shit,” Vi said, snatching her phone away from Mylo, unlocking it immediately. For the past seven minutes, Powder had texted twenty-six times. She opened the messages, skimming over them. Most of the messages were as she’d expect, a little bit of stage five clinger, but the last message… “We need to go.”
“What?”
“Shut up, Mylo, grab your shit.” The three of them scrambled towards the door, past drunken college kids and over puddles of spilled alcohol (hopefully).
“Wait!” a voice called after them. Caitlyn. “Wait, please! Vi!” Vi almost wanted to turn around, to tell Caitlyn her number or something. But she didn’t. After all, oil and water don’t mix. They were from two different worlds.
So the moment that fresh night air hit her, Vi had accepted that it was just seven minutes in Heaven and the rest of her life was still ahead of her.
Oil and water. It wasn’t meant to be.
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Caitlyn paced around her room, now wearing her purple nightgown, having spent a lot of time pondering in the shower. She only had a name. How the hell was she supposed to find out anything else about this girl? She had a first name, and she could only guess what Vi stood for. She was at a disadvantage here—Vi knew her full name and could track her down easily, but Caitlyn knew nothing.
Furthermore, why would Vi want to track her down? She should have known she’d just be a warm body, a prize and a bragging right. Zaunites liked to join the “I got with a Piltie” club. She could see the irony, though, as many of her peers also had secret booty calls with Zaunites, though they’d never admit it. Why was one a dirty secret while the other was some kind of trophy? Caitlyn found that she’d gladly shout from the rooftops that she’d kissed Vi.
Vi…
Violet.
It had to be Violet. Her name.
Caitlyn mused to herself. The name was oddly comforting. It fit Vi perfectly but it also had a jarring effect. She didn’t quite picture Vi when she thought of the name Violet. In another vein, she relished the sound of the name coming from her lips.
She’d die before letting Vi walk out of her life forever.
She sat down at her desk, opening her laptop, the bright screen reminding her of the aftermath of the game with the light flooding in. When Vi left.
She opened up the school website. Golden letters spelling out Piltover University popped up on the screen. She opened up the President’s List, hoping and praying she’d find Vi’s name. They didn’t have a full class list, so she had to pray she’d find Vi in the President’s List.
Fancy golden letters spelling out Piltover’s Finest now popped up on the top of the screen with a list of names. She saw her own name, but couldn’t find Vi, even with Control Find. She let out a strangled cry as she buried her face in her hands. Think, Caitlyn, think. She urged herself.
She slammed her hand down on the computer in frustration. It brought her to another page—the debate team. Useless. How could the debate team help her find Vi?
Debate team.
Caitlyn tried to recall the game besides her lips on Vi’s to garner any sort of clue. She remembered looking over once her eyes had gotten used to the light. Finally, in the light, she could see exactly what she was touching before. The strong, chiseled muscles looked exactly how she expected after having run her fingers over them enough. The hand wraps Vi wore that dragged over Caitlyn’s skin as they kissed.
Muscles.
Team.
Caitlyn gasped at her realization, quickly switching over to the university’s sports teams. She glanced at basketball and found nothing, but it didn’t discourage her at all. She checked softball next, half expecting to see Vi’s face in one of the team photos. Still nothing.
Hand wraps.
She clicked on the boxing team’s tab, peering at the photo of all the reigning champions.
Bingo.
Violet Warwick. Star of the boxing team. How fitting.
She smiled to herself, now having much more than she’d started with.
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“I want a copy of this student’s ID and the retakes,” Caitlyn said, back straight as she addressed the Office of Student Affairs.
“Ma’am, we’re not allowed to-”
“One hundred Golden Hexes.”
“Need them emailed to you?”
“Yes, [email protected].” Caitlyn dropped the bag of currency on the desk with a smile.