Little Miss Valentine

Chapter VI: The Teapot

Little Miss Valentine | Chapter 6 | The Teapot

"Some boys take a beautiful girl and hide her away from the rest of the world, I wanna be the one to walk in the sun. Oh, girls, just wanna have fun." - Cyndi Lauper

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I was caught in the middle of a stare-down.

Jesse was lying on the bed, staring at me with a potent mixture of confusion and annoyance. Laura was lying next to him, hand on his chest, looking at me as if she'd start shooting lasers out from her eyeballs if I dared to take another step closer.

Meanwhile, I was standing with my hand on the door, looking at them both and pondering my next move. Do I dash for the bathroom and have the pee I desperately need anyway? Do I turn around and order the crying girl or the horny couple downstairs to shove off?

Do I just let it go and risk being a social pariah?

Well. No. I'm not doing that.

"Is she gonna leave or...?" Laura whispered to Jesse, her eyes not leaving mine. Jesse rolled his eyes and waved his hand in my direction in an inconsequential manner.

"I don't know what you need, but we're a little busy here. Shoo, shoo." he said curtly, trying to wave me back out of the door.

"Talk to me like that again and you'll end up with my "shoe-shoe" up your arse." I snapped back. At this rate, I was about to collapse into a heap of urine, so I simply pushed the door open and walked into the room, making a beeline for the bathroom door. The look on Jesse's face when I started walking into the room was honestly priceless.

Jesse threw his hands up in the air in disbelief and scrunched up his face watching me barge into the room. "Now why would you come inside?"

I wish I could say that was the first time somebody's said that in this room.

"Because I need the toilet. The only other two in this whole house are taken, so this is gonna have to do. Please, don't stop fucking on my account, I'll just be in and out." I replied sarcastically and pushed open the bathroom door, shooting Jesse the dirtiest of looks. Laura sat up on the bed, crossing her arms and staring at me with a look of unbridled rage.

If she's that upset about getting interrupted why didn't she just, oh, jeez, I don't know, decide to have sex in her own bed like a normal fucking person.

"We weren't fu- well, I mean, not yet." Jesse protested, looking down at his half-open shirt and his unbuckled jeans. His grey Calvin Klein underwear poked out from the top of his jeans, giving me a brief glimpse of his-

Oh, hello there. Bonjour. Salut.

Ew. Okay, Aja, get your eyes away from his crotch, that's just creepy.

"Not ever." Laura scoffed, standing up from the bed and brushing down the front of her orange top. "Sorry, this all got a little too weird for me." Laura tilted her head towards me and headed towards the door, still hardcore giving me the evils. I scrunched up my nose and sneered at her mockingly in return.

"Aw, c'mon Lana, don't be like that." Jesse pleaded, folding his arms behind his head and resting on his hands. Laura stopped in her tracks and slowly turned to Jesse, a flash of hurt washed over her face.

"My name is Laura..." she said softly, squinting at Jesse and silently seething to herself.

"It wouldn't have mattered after tonight anyway, Lana." he replied with a roguish smirk. Laura's face of hurt turned into one of pure anger, letting out an exclamation of disgust and flouncing over to the bedroom door. Laura flung the door open and slammed it behind her as she walked out, shutting it with such force that a few of Evan's swimming trophies on his shelves started shaking. Jesse chuckled to himself and shook his head.