Bullet Point

Chapter 7: Naya's New Man

"Okay guys, why don't we get out two leads up on stage and start running through the scene. Everybody please make sure you're ready to come on!" 

The school's drama teacher, Mr. Hatchet, shouts from the back of the auditorium, dodging a girl in a hoop skirt and fiddling with the script in his hands.

Two men in pin striped suits step into the spotlight and begin reciting their monologues, with overbearing gestures and outlandish blocking.

A costume seamstress runs by with a measuring tape in hand, and a boy carrying a two-by-four almost trips on a wire. 

Naya always loved the chaotic atmosphere of the school plays. 

She gracefully pulls the curling iron out of her hair and seals it with a spritz of hairspray. 

Even though she only had two lines, she considered herself the star of the show. 

Naya saw Drama Club as a chance to impress guys without having to dress school appropriatley. 

And of course, it gave Naya an excuse to hang out with a certain set designer after hours. 

It was Naya's turn to use the dressing room and she had planned to meet her boyfriend in the handicap stall of the girls bathroom in half an hour to...well, you know.

Naya was giddy and anxious just thinking about it. 

Suddenly someone comes in and Naya assumes it's one of the other girls who probably just left something on the dressing table.

"Hey you." Her mystery man comes into the dressing room and locks the door behind him.

"What are you doing?" Naya hisses. "You can't be in here."

"Well." He suggests. "I was thinking, and I know you don't have to be out there for a few more scenes, and I'm getting bored."

He puts his hand on the back of Naya's chair, dangerously close to her bare shoulder. 

"What? So now this whole thing works off of when you get bored? I don't exactly take that as a compliment." Naya sighs.

"No, it's not like that." He breathes. "It's just, that I'm tired of waiting for our moment. I wanted it to come sooner. Because you're special."

Naya supresses a small grin.

"But I already did my hair, I don't want it to get messed up!" 

He leans down and wraps his arms around her from behind, putting his chin in the curve of her neck. 

"The faster we finish, the faster you can redo it." He whispers, kissing the bottom of her eyelobe with his last word.

Naya tries to hold back, but finally she stands, jumps up and wraps her legs around his waist. 

He lays her down on the couch and unbuttons the top two buttons of her blouse.

Naya presses her lips to his and pushes his shirt back off his shoulders. 

He kisses her neck and she turns her head to the side, cracking a soft smile.

She sheds her skirt and slides out of her spandex shorts, tossing them on the floor and wrapping her arms around his neck. 

Their lips move together passionatley and Naya smiles at the feel of his hand on the small of her back. 

"This is so wrong." He laughs, kissing her again.

"But so good." Naya slips her tongue into his mouth and presses her body against his and he unhooks her bra and tugs at her panties. 

"Imagine how much trouble we would get in." He says breathlessly.

"I know." She says. "It makes it hotter."

She archs her back as he kisses her and moans against his lips. 

A knock sounds on the door and Naya jumps, breaking away for a second. 

"Uh, I'm not decent! Go away!" She cries, which is technically true. 

"Fine." The stage manager, Casey Lange shouts from outside. "but they pushed the scene back again, they probably won't get to it for at least another hour."

She smirks at her secret love and they dive right back in.

Naya giggles, realizing they have plenty of time and starts planting tiny kisses all down his chest. 

She gets all the way down to his jeans and smiles up at him.

"Really?" He asks excitedly.

She nods and they go at it for another forty five minutes until Naya has to get ready again. 

The guy lays back on the couch and takes deep breaths. 

"You okay?" Naya asks, a little out of breath herslef. 

"I'm fine. You just really wore me out." He laughs, running his fingers through his hair.

Naya stares at his chest for a minute before snapping out of her fantasies. 

"You probably want you shirt back." She says, holding it up in her hand.

He walks over to her and pushes it back toward her. "Keep it. I won't miss it."

He pulls his hoodie on and zips up the front.

"I'll see you later." He wraps a hand around her waist and leaves her with a soft, slow kiss. 

"Bye, Tre!" Naya blushes as he walks out the door and back out into the hallway.