WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF MATURE CONTENT AND SUBSTANCE ABUSE
"CALI and I have always been friends. Her mum knew mine through modelling, then our dads realized they had a passion for shooting pheasants and watering plants." Felix relayed everything to his new friend Oliver. After the night at the Kings Arms, they had gotten close, extremely close. Oliver practically clung to his shadow. "People think she's this outgoing person, she is, but she's very kind, sometimes too much but she doesn't let it show."
"Is she scared of letting people in?" Oliver awkwardly shifted in his chair, surveying Felix's excitement whenever he talked about Calypso.
Felix shrugged, "Isn't everyone?"
"Not you," Felix chuckled at his retort. "But are you really friends? You act very close, India and Annabel shoot daggers at her whenever she walks into a room."
"They're possessive. But I don't really date."
"Wouldn't have guessed that. But you and Cali —" Felix's briefly hardening face made Oliver realize how true Farleigh's statement about her was. "Calypso," he corrected, "do you like her?"
"How could you not, look at her."
His tone was so enthusiastic, it was almost like she was in the room.
"I would but you'd have my eyes if I did for too long," Oliver joked, putting a warm smile on Felix's face.
After taking a long drag Felix replied, "She's not mine."
"But you want her to be?" Oliver subtly leaned in.
"Do I want to fuck her?" Felix laughed.
"Do you want to love her?" Oliver gingerly asked.
Felix already started, from when he noticed the scent of the shower gel she used to when she changed it to mango, he could've sworn that was his favoured flavour. The times her hair curls grew tighter with water and dripped with oil that her scalp absorbed. The giggle she let out at the show she was watching, Sex and the City, had a special place in her heart which Felix was forced to watch. All the instances she pushed up her glasses when they slid down her nose, pulled up her jeans that hung around her curves and flipped through pages of books she ranted to him about drew him closer, like Icarcus to the sea that caught him in the end.
Felix loved Calypso, possessively so.
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Calypso danced like she and the music were one, the beat didn't move her, she controlled it, pulling at the drums, swaying to the symphonies and lip-syncing to the lyrics, putting on a show for all to see.
The strobe lights jumped around the room as she nodded her head, gossiping in the corner with Farleigh as he stared ahead, narrowing his eyes at how Felix catered to Oliver, shielding him from the cold eyes of their upperclassmen.
It was pathetic to him, seeing someone leach off his family.
"Come on Farls, dance with me," Calypso pulled him from the side, careful that his party hats didn't drop and twirled around him.
"Nice to see you in your fuck me pumps."
"They feel great," she teased, making him genuinely laugh as they pranced around, "It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter."
Farleigh dropped his dismay as he danced with the girl, "it's never over," they belted out the nineties hit.
"She's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever!" Calypso's eyes scanned the room, landing on Felix when she finished the lyric.
He had been staring the whole time, beaming at her until his attention was stolen again. Oliver whispered in his ear and suddenly his eyes were on him and so she decided to stroll over, leaving Farleigh to the bodies who surrounded him.
Her braided hair was decorated with golden Jewelry, the first thing that Oliver caught when she appeared in front of them.
"What are you two nonses yapping about?"
"You," Felix shamelessly admitted, wearing a police hat.
He put zero thought into his costume, unlike Calypso, who was dressed like a cowgirl, donning boots that touched her knees, thrilly brown shorts that left little to the imagination, just like her shirt that exposed her midriff and chest. Her hat and whip were lost the moment she started drinking, not that she minded.
Felix's heated gaze drifted to her necklace that she sported every single day.
She squatted in front of them, leaning against Felix's stretched legs, fueling his lust, making him pluck off his hat and place it on his lap.
Calypso instantly smirked.
"You did something to your hair," Oliver snapped out of the trance and pointed out.
"Well, at least someone noticed," Calypso jabbed, playfully glaring up at Felix who pouted.
"I told you that this morning Cali," he said, sitting up slightly.
"But not this hour. Anyway, I'll soon be off to find MJ. Let's hope she isn't getting molested by your freaky friends."
Felix scrunched up his face, "She doesn't swing that way."
"She does and if she didn't it wouldn't stop them," she pointed out, expanding her hand on his leg, drawing a sigh from him.
"You told me she was shagging Colton," he said breathily.
"No, it was Cade, apparently they met last month when the twins dropped by. But Caspian the little git fell in love."
Oliver interrupted them, "Do we go to school with them?"
Their moments made his palms sweat, he often didn't know where to look, so he shared his focus between them.
Calypso snorted, "Fuck no. I mean that in the most loving way. They're my brothers. All complete dopes."
"Three brothers?" Oliver questioned, intrigued.
"Six," the friends corrected, stunning the boy. Calypso further added, "All beginning with C, just like me. Do you have any siblings?"
Oliver quickly replied, "No."
"Lucky you. Cherish that gift. Promise me," Calypso jutted her bottom lip.
Felix slyly smirked, shooting a glance at meek Oliver.
Calypso knew her impact on people, especially men, it was overwhelming, sickly to unexpected victims but alluring and interesting to the right ones.
"I promise." Oliver nodded quickly, as her gaze returned to Felix.
"Annabel clearly wants you," she stated, drawing him to clench his jaw. "She's in need of a quick shag."
Oliver, who was shocked at how the pair were acting as if they didn't need the other, was quick to pawn him off to her competitors. Or he came to learn she wasn't in the running. She had already won.
Felix sarcastically smiled and gently pushed her off, letting her take her place on the sofa next to Oliver.
The two now watched him save Annabel from Jake on the opposite couch, smacking her arse on the way out.
"Well, what the fuck, mate? I've been chirsping her for about an hour. I wanted at least a handjob," Jake exclaimed, groaning into his hands.
Harry scoffed, "I know. We all want a fucking handjob, mate. Get yourself a title and a massive fuck off castle."
Oliver didn't expect to see a smirk on Calypso's face, that met her sanguine eyes.
"Are you – you're not mad?"
He didn't understand and grew more uneasy when she faced him, crossing her legs, causing his stare to drop to them.
"Because I know he fucks them to the thought of me," she revealed, finding pleasure in the whole ordeal.
"And that's something you like?" he leaned closer, breathing in her mango scent, momentarily closing his big blue eyes, making her chuckle.
Calypso innocently told him, "Well... I do the same thing."
She laughed at his comically large gaze and quite frankly Oliver didn't know what to do.
"With them?" he squeaked.
"Why not? The pool for good shags around here is like a pond," Calypso gestured to their fellow students who she wasn't attracted to in the slightest. She then smacked a kiss to his cheek, staining the flushed skin as she rose from the couch, "Good night Oliver and make sure to tell Felix that for loyalty points, I know you need them."
She didn't spare him a glance when she strutted away, immediately being welcomed into Farleigh's circle who were dancing to Madonna's Vogue as Monika screamed her name.
"Cal!"
"Coming MJ!"
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a/n:
what do you think? keep commenting, i wanna know people's theories about the story.
https://pin.it/6CRef3fSp (vaguely how i imagine her costume) https://pin.it/3MHHGdJBm (how i imagine her hair for the night)