TW // Attempted Groping
"Get off, you fucking creep!" Trixie yelled, scrambling out of the door to escape. The two of them surged forward to meet her halfway.
"What's happening?" Katya asked, holding her shoulders as she pulled her close.
"This fucking asshole kept touching my leg-"
"Oh hell no, what kind of-" Courtney spat, storming towards the ajar door and swinging it open.
"Hey-oh" Courtney called to the man inside, her tone not in any way aggressive anymore as it melted into one of friendly jest, "Hey, Luke"
"I swear she literally knows everyone, she's worse than Adore" The Russian thought, peering through the window to see the predator for herself. She saw a extremely boring looking blonde guy sat in the drivers seat, man spreading to an extreme degree. He had ugly blue eyes and an unbearably cocky aura about him that Katya could feel even from afar. He was repulsive.
"Yo, Courtney" He drawled, a bone chilling smirk painted on his lips, "you friends with this chick?"
"Yeah, we're cool" She agreed in the most dismissive way possible, "How've you been, dude?"
"Y'know, here and there..."
Trixie and Katya were huddled a mere couple feet away, equally as confused by what was happening. Why was Courtney so casual talking to this prick?
Katya opened her mouth to call her out, but Trixie beat her to it.
"Did you not hear me, Court?" Trixie inquired, far more politely than Katya would've.
"Oh um, yeah" She answered quietly, as if she'd just forgotten to do the dishes, "that's kinda shitty of you man"
"I would never make a move on your territory deliberately babe, you know that" The slimy fuck continued, "I just thought she was into me, must've read the signals wrong"
"What signs did I ever give to indicate that??"
"I mean, hate to break it to you babe, that skirt is making you look real easy"
"Easy??" Katya shouted in disgust, beginning to surge forward before Trixie grabbed her arm.
"Save your breath" Trixie murmured into her ear, "he's desperate to get a rise out of us"
"I can say it in a slightly blunter way if you want, sweetheart" Luke condescended, clearly relishing in the anger he was causing.
"I'd love to hear the uncensored version" Trixie retorted with the same patronising tone, still holding Katya close to her, something the Russian was hyper aware of as her skin zapped with tension at her sudden touch.
"Courtney, doll, I think you should ditch these bitches and come hang with me" He asked the Aussie, blatantly ignoring the two of them, "they seem like a pair of fucking pussies"
"You know what they say, you are what you eat" Katya called, making Trixie snort with laughter.
"No, I'm good Luke" Courtney answered casually, "I'll see you around though"
"Suit yourself" He shrugged, winding up the window and pulling away all in one swift movement, leaving the three girls in completely stunned silence. Katya opened her mouth to share her highly positive thoughts about the situation, but was once again beaten to it by Trixie.
"The fuck was that about, Court?" She interrogated suddenly, making the other girl jump.
"I know I know, I'm sorry-"
"Sorry??" Katya spat involuntarily, "You're sorry that you just greeted a predator like he's your fucking bestie?"
"Would you let me finish?" Courtney answered desperately, clearly annoyed by Katya's very fair observation of her behaviour.
"Let her talk" Trixue muttered in a low tone, "I'm very curious as to what she has to say"
"Look, that was seriously the most effective and painless way of getting rid of Luke. He's from an extremely dangerous family with all manner of connections and shady shit they keep under wraps, so us kicking up any kind of fuss would have no doubt ended in us getting fined, harassed, lynched or worse" She explained quickly and matter of factly, her eyes deadly serious.
"How the hell did you meet such a guy?" Katya managed, trying to hid her surprise at the strangely mature and efficient response Courtney had just given.
"My dad owed them a decent amount of money at one point, and the only way he was able to repay his debt was becoming their bitch for a year or two" She continued, "They ended up coming for dinner a few times, so I was forced to socialise with that psycho for extended periods of time"
She wandered over to them both, her typically neutral face expressing slight remorse.
"I'm not taking his side at all, Trix. I acted that way in front of him because I seriously worried for both your sake and mine that it would only escalate further into something much scarier. Did he hurt you at all?"
"No, luckily not" Trixie answered, letting out a shaky breath as the tension of the situation began to diffuse, "Just made me extremely uncomfortable"
"I know the feeling doll, I'm just glad you're okay" She answered, smiling slightly for once. She then stared down them both, glancing at the way they were holding each other with a furrowed brow as if she'd just noticed. Immediately they both sprang away, Katya feeling her cheeks burning already as she stood an unnecessary distance away from the pink haired girl. Were they really standing like that the whole time?
"Y-you're sure you're okay?" Katya stuttered, trying and failing to hide her slightly slurred fluster.
"Yeah, I think so" She agreed, glancing at the floor in similar embarrassment, neither sure what to say.
They stood in tense silence for a moment, before a savior came to their rescue. And by savior, I mean Katya's phone. She quickly pulled it out from her jacket, spotting the familiar picture of her silver haired friend.
"...why am I so nervous of her now? That's probably not even what fucking Willam meant Katya, seriously get a grip"
"Hello?"
"Yo, where the fuck have you gone now?" Max called in her usually pleasant tone.
"We uh, went to get Trixie"
"Oh right, that's who Adore meant. All she said was 'Katya and the love triangle are at Wendys'"
Katya couldn't help but let out a relieved laugh, feeling her own fight or flight begin to calm down at last after being so on edge. She clicked the call closed soon after, her confidence rejuvenated.
"How does a chicken sandwich sound to yall right now?"
***
Trixie assimilated into the group dynamic in minutes, quickly becoming the centre of the conversation. The sexy sororities instantly took a liking to the barbie, bombarding her with questions ranging from the uber drive that just happened to how Courtney was in bed (a conversation Katya decided to conveniently branch away from) to her favourite type of Mcflurry. They all moved as one roudy and boystrous unit back into town centre, intent on hitting some clubs after the flop that was the back water rave. Trixie appeared to have already forgiven Courtney's incredibly strange reaction to the driver, walking side by side flirtatiously as they made their way down main street. Katya, however, still wasn't convinced.
"She just seemed so normal about it, you'd think she'd be at least a little uncomfortable-"
"God, you need to get a better poker face" Max suddenly spoke, making the Russian jump. She looked at Katya with a knowingly neutral expression, reading her like a book per usual. This never usually stressed her out, in fact the opposite was true most if the time. They had a very easy going friendship, one where they just kinda understood one another and picked up on smaller habits and quirks like that. Or at least, Katya thought she understood Max.
"How do you mean?"
"You're giving serious dagger eyes to Courtney right now, you really do have the hots for Mattel don't you?" She sighed, rolling her eyes.
Katyas eyes bulged as she realised quite how loud her friend had been when announcing that, whipping her head round to the other girls to see if they'd heard. Luckily, they were just as hammered as they were, and wouldn't have heard Max even if she'd shouted it in their ears.
"You are funny sometimes Yeketrina" Max chuckled, effortlessly aceing Katya's full name like usual. She'd taken a few Russian lessons for extra credit in high school, and liked to flex that fact whenever she could.
"Just...shush" Katya whispered tensely, reaching briefly to place a finger over Max's lip before double taking and quickly retracting it onto her own.
"Shit"
Max looked at her quizzically, trying and failing to make eye contact with her as Katya stared straight ahead.
"Are you feeling alright? You've been acting super skittish" She said after a moment of observation, her tone concerned.
"Oh no I'm fine, just a bit buzzed off the redbull I just had"
"Can't doing stimulants and drinking redbull kill you?"
"Probably if you're a normal person" The blonde commented, stamping out her straight under her boot without losing her pace, "did you forget I'm Russian?"
Max smiled at last, reassured that Katya was in fact doing okay (at least physically). In a brief moment if bravery, Katya decided to make eye contact again, just to test the water. The contact lasted a fleeting moment before Max hastily broke it, her expression bothered and embarrassed.
Katya felt her stomach drop as everything began to click into place.
"Can we um- can we talk?" She muttered as they arrived outside the bar, the sick feeling of guilt and anxiety becoming increasingly unbearable.
"Yeah, what about?"
"I don't really-"
"Oi! you dirty commies! You coming in or what?" Adore called loudly as she began to enter, noticing that they'd begun to hang back.
"It can wait" Katya said, feeling Max's polite wait for orders, "I don't think I'm really in the right head space to do what I was about to do anyway, it can definitely wait"
"That doesn't sound reassuring at all-"
But Zamolochikova had already caught up, leaving her friend deeply confused in the doorway.
***
Yes yes I know, I took a break and just didn't say because I'm flaky like that. I think I've gotten better at writing quicker, so the next part I think will only take another 2 weeks. Shits about to go down is all I'm gonna say.
I hope yall are having a good Thursday x