In addition to the Ro'Meaves

New

Opening the café was Nana's favorite part of her job. Everyone hated it, but she loved it. It was half an hour of putting on music and cleaning the place up. After though, when the café was open, that was the part she hated. It was always busy, plus her coworkers barely tolerated her. Especially Zane Ro'meave. He was as if 2007 became a human being. But she felt whatever, she remembered him from high school, he was the exact same bit with a deeper voice.

Nana was thinking this when finally strode into work a half hour late.

"You're late Zane~Kun," Nana chirped.

Zane just groaned in response. He looked tired and dead. His eyes sloped and his lips were blue. He looked hung over.

"Are you hung over Zane?" Nana rolled her eyes.

"Just shut up you girl woman thing!" Zane snapped.

"Oh my Irene you are," Nana laughed. It wasn't like her to laugh at something like this. But it was just too funny. Mainly because Nana remembered Zane from high school.
Always angry at the world. And hating on everything.

Nana knew why though. He was Garroth Ro'Meaves brother. He was stuck in his shadow. She could relate, she was stuck in her families shadow her whole life.

"Have you heard about the party tonight?" Said Nana trying to make a casual conversation.

"Yes. I have. It's on my floor. Now shut up," Zane spat.

The whole day went on like that. Nana tried to be cheerful, and tried to be cold. Nana remembered that someone told her that Zane had a crush on her in high school. She didn't know if that were true or not. But it showed that Zane was capable of emotions. He was just pushing them down.

After a long and grueling seven hour shift. Nana hung up her apron and walked back to her dorm. It was only two in the afternoon. The party wasn't for another six hours. So she ordered a pizza and took a nap.

At six Nana set out her party outfit, it a pink crop top with a black laced bra underneath, and ripped short shorts with fish net stockings with knee high boots. She grabbed her shower supplies and headed for shower stalls down the hall.

In the bathroom, Nana went behind a stall and got undressed. Standing completely naked, she heard moaning coming from the other stall. She just ignored it and took her shower. But the moaning wouldn't stop. After the ten minute shower she realized the moaning sounded like her ex. It sounded like Dante.

Dante was Nana's boyfriend friend in freshman and junior year of high school.

No. It couldn't be him. He had to be long gone. No. Dante ripped her heart out junior year when she found out that he had cheated on her with her friend Nicole, both times.

But now it was two years later. Nana was long over Dante, but she wasn't over the betrayal.

Her curiosity got the best of her, she put on her bath robe and walked towards the moaning shower stall.
She pulled back the curtain and her suspicion was correct. It was Dante. Naked. With another girl. Both Dante and the strange girl stopped doing what they were doing and started at Nana.

Whoever the girl was she was pissed. Dante just stared in shock. "Um, we're kinda in the middle of something," the girl said in complete disgust. Nana didn't know what to say or think. The man whom was her first love was now standing in front of her in the middle of standing shower sex with some strange girl.

Tears began to well in Nana's eyes. She was yelling at herself. Why was she so upset? They broke up almost two years ago. It was over this exact same reason.

Nana just turned around and left. She couldn't do it. Not again. Go through that heart break.

Two hours later Nana was just lying in bed in her clothes. Just staring at the ceiling sulking. "What else is new?" She told herself. "Why the hell do I still feel this way? He's just a douche who broke your little heart. Plus it was just for a few months in high school. Nothing special."

She got up and looked in the mirror. Her makeup had smeared from the crying, but other than that she looked beautiful. She was wearing her party clothes and and her hair fell into natural curls. She hated that it was naturally curly.

That was when her roommate bust through the door, "K.C., tell me if you're going to the party tonight or not. I'm probs gonna hook up with someone and I need to know if I can come back here or not."

Was Nana gonna go? She wanted to but she didn't feel like it. She knew for a fact that she didn't want to stay in her room and risk her roommate coming back with a stranger and having loud drunken sex in the middle of the night.

So she sucked it up and went to the other side of the building were the party was and tried to blend in.

Walking towards it was an easy task. The music was blaring so loud anyone could here it from a block away. All the students were all ready wasted even though it was only eight at night.

After a while of pounding music blaring around her she felt overwhelmed. It pounded in her head. Her throat shook. Her palms began to sweat. It felt impossible to breathe. Dante was standing right there in front of her. She couldn't do it. No. It clicked in her that she still had feeling for him. No. NO.

She quickly ran over to the refreshments table and tried to drown out her anxiety with alcohol. She poured herself a cup of spiked punch put the cup to her lips. She had never drank alcohol before. But a force deep inside her told her it was the right thing to do. She tilted the cup and the punch slide down her throat. It tasted awful. Nana choked and spat. She didn't want to drink more but she felt that she needed to.

She needed to drown out the outside world.

After an two hours of forcefully drinking and dancing everywhere a teen was wasted, passed put seeing regrettable sex, or dancing proactively for the enjoyment of social media. Nana was stumbling around trying to find a place to vomit.

That's when she ran into Dante once again. "Kawaii~Chan!!" He started running towards her. No. She thought. She ran down the hall through out the dorms trying to get away from him. After she thought she lost him she swung open a dorm room door and hide behind the door.

At first she thought that she was alone and safe but she was wrong. The lights snapped on and a loud voice started yelling at her. "What the hell do you think you're here in my room?!" A voice shouted. Nana recognized the voice. It was Zane. That's when someone started pounding on the door. "KAWAII~CHAN I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE PLEASE COME OUT. I JUST WANT TO TALK. Please..." Dante yelled.
"Zane~Kun I know you're pissed but fan you do this one favor for me?" Nana pleaded.
"What? Um-NO! J-just get out!" Zane studdered.
The door handle began to jiggle. Nana didn't have time to beg.  Only action. She made her way up towards Zane, pulled him close and kissed him. She slipped down his mask and forced her tounge into his mouth. Zane was in so much shock he didn't know what to do. He didn't stop it though. That's when Dante burst through the door. "Kawaii~Chan I-" he saw the two in a heated makeout session, he got the idea, "I-I'm sorr-sorry." He closed the door and walked away.

The kiss broke off, "that was- um- that I- that was go- um," maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the sexual tension, but Nana had the urge to keep going.

She slowly moved her mouth towards Zane. He got the idea. He finished her action. He moved his lips to her mouth. Their tounge intertwined together. Zane put his hands on Nana's hips and slowly moved them up her shirt. Nana pushed them towards the other side of the room.

They wouldn't stop. They spent the night together.

By then end the both of them would have created something that would change all of their lifes...