JAWN

Four

Okay. The rest of the lunch was filled with subtle flirting between Dianna and Nani, and it didn't go completely unnoticed by the other cast members. And it was pissing Naya the fuck off. But the one about Nani's fingers...that crossed the fucking the line.

They'd been having a discussion about Nani's audition, and Dianna made a comment about her piano abilities.

"You play the piano very well, like you're really talented. You do have pianist fingers too, so I guess it makes sense. Long and slender, to fit between the keys, right? Wish I could do that." It was an innocent comment, honestly.

Nani nodded, "Thanks Di, I do have some pretty talented fingers," She smirked discreetly in Dianna's direction, "I could show you sometime. 'Long and slender' fingers are very useful for some other things, that I think you'd like, like-"

Naya couldn't fucking take anymore. She dropped her fork onto the plate, kinda loudly, causing a few heads to turn. This flirting, seducing, whatever the hell it is. Like, what the hell is going on? Are they really flirting, or is she imagining it?

Nani just laughed awkwardly, "Like playing the guitar, which I picked up during high school. Nay can attest to the fact that I sucked terribly when I first started though, right Nay?" She glanced over at Naya, who was obviously trying to contain her anger, if the balled fist under the table wasn't clue enough.

"Oh, it was disturbing. Actually, Nani, can I talk to you, for like two seconds, outside?" Without waiting for an answer, Naya grabbed Nani's shirt and dragged her outside, with a scowl resident on her face.

"Naya! What is your deal? Damn, you know I just bought this shirt." Nani mean mugged Naya as she smoothed out her shirt.

"My deal? My deal is that you're shamelessly flirting with my friend! My STRAIGHT friend, might I add. And it's not regular ol' flirting either. You're flirting with her like you do when you want to get in a bitch's pants. All the dirty, slick shit you've been saying? Yeah, I've caught it, Nani. I'm not stupid." Naya ranted on and on, while Nani looked on with an amused expression, knowing she could shut it down it two seconds.

"Ok, Ima stop you right there, Naya. Firstly, you and I?" Nani motioned towards Naya and herself. "We are not a fucking couple, as terrible as that sounds. Yeah, sure, I love you and you love me, but we are not a couple."

Ouch. There is now a Nani sized hole in her heart, cause that shit hurt like fucking hell. And Nani did't bother stopping there, "Period. Your 'boyfriend' is Sean. Technically, I'm single. As much as I don't like it, I am. So, unless you're willing to drop Sean, and let everyone know what's really up, then I don't want to hear a thing about what, or who, I'm doing, ok? Let's remember who's hiding what, Naya. We've had this conversation before, let's not relive the aftermath."

And with that, Nani walked back inside, leaving Naya to bask in her shame and sadness. She loves Nani, she really does, and she knows Nani is right. She couldn't tell her anything if she wanted to, because she's the one who isn't willing to be with Nani all the way. Instead of breaking out into tears, like she wishes she could, Naya just takes a deep breath and walks back into Chipotle, acting as if that heart wrenching conversation didn't just take place.

At least before the semi-argument, Nani had sort of been considerate of Naya's feelings, by keeping the flirting subtle, but now, it was blatantly obvious. Dianna was laughing her perfect little ass off. It was the type of laugh where you have to touch somebody, you know? And that somebody just so happened to be Nani Motherfucking Thompson.

Ooo. How Naya wanted to rip the blonde into immaculate little shreds. Her hands was draped over Nani's forearm as she bent over the table, hopelessly trying to contain her laughter. Naya huffed and made her way back to her seat, crossing her arms while glaring down at her burrito.