Sleeping With The Enemy: A TMNT Fanfiction

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It was sometime around midnight, and the city was quiet. And then a funny looking shadow appeared in downtown Manhattan. A very drunken Dakota was stumbling around the neighbourhood, returning from Victoria's party. Despite her clouded mind, she thought it would be a good idea to stay down in the lair than to go home with Mona. She looked like a mess, her hair was half up half down, and her black jeans was stained with some kind of food and she was 'walking' with one heel. She reached the sewers, and giggled helplessly, making her way down. Sitting in front of the couch was Raph. Dee gasped, seeing still awake. She giggled, grabbing onto the closest thing nearest to her to keep her balance.
'Heyyyyyy.' She slurred faintly. Raph looked up from nothing, looking at her in shock. God. He rushed over to her, helping her over to the couch.
'I'm guessing you must have enjoyed yourself.' He commented, chuckling. She moved onto the couch, slouching as she dropped her black heel onto the floor.
'fffffunnnyyyy stowryyy, vicki kicked me out. What a betch.' She mumbled, sticking her middle finger in the air. Raph, simply stood there with his arms folded, his lean body towering over her.
'Well missy, you need some sleep. And don't worry, knowing you I'm come prepared for the aftermath.' He teased, sitting beside her. Dakota stared at him, then a smirk slowly appeared on her grubby face. She pushed him onto the floor, moving herself on top of him. She kissed him hard, and he returned the favour. She then pulled away, beginning to giggle once again.
'Tthat was all I needed.'
Many things were said after that, but none of them involving words.

It was an unusual sight to see at Roosevelt today. It seemed as if half of the kids were either throwing up or moving extremely, slower than usual. Victoria walked down the halls, satisfied with her booze achievment. The ironic thing was that she happened to have drank the most of whatever poison that was but seemed perfectly fine. If course Mona wouldn't assume it had something to do with her 'witch powers'. Dakota tried to avoid seeing Mona at all costs. She had very few memory of that intimate night with Raph, and she was glad. How does she do it? Embarrasses her best friend whilst drunk, decides to get drunk once again to forget all this shit, and ends up doing something worse. Well done Dee. And no matter how drunk she would get, that booze couldn't wipe out, those...feelings she had for MONA's boyfriend. She could stop having this affair behind her best friend back, but that honestly couldn't change the fact that she was beginning to like him, love him even. Ugh fuck feelings, messing up everything. And even worse was that Raphael probably didn't feel the same way. Whatever, as long as no one found out she was good. She trudged to her locker, opening it with caution. If anything was most painful about hangovers was the loud noises, the quietest locker sound would manage to sound like a gunshot. She screamed in horror when her locker was slammed shut by someone and turned to find out it was April. Shit. April looked at her, her bright blue eyes and ginger hair glowing specially today. Dee was creeped out by the giant smile she was being given, not sure wether to scream at her or walk away.
'You've been keeping a secret. And I'll find out.' She stated firmly, as she said this her smile faded, Dee was startled by this well, not an accusation, but still, she played it cool.
'I have no idea what you're talking about.'
'Sure you don't.' Dee shook her head. She honestly wasn't intimidated by April. Let's face it, she is one of Roosevelt's cuties. Before this beef between the two of them, she was considered the sweetheart of the three. This denial thing turned out to be easier than she thought.
'Well, whatever I'm keeping, I'd probably reveal it at the next part, when I'm under, so don't be disappointed when you find out all your hard work on facebook was for nothing, I'll see you English.' She smiled at her before walking off.
April put her hand on her hip, smirking.
'It wouldn't have been for nothing.'