Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Cordelia didn't expect to be awoken by the pounding of her front door.
The girl groaned, she already had a pounding headache and getting up to get on with her day definitely didn't make it better.
The pounding didn't seem to stop even after she got up from Vera's bed and made her way down into the living room. In fact, the pounding continued up until the brunette opened the door to reveal none other than Helena Wu.
"Hey, is Harry here?" She began once seeing the short brunette come out from behind the door.
Cordelia scratched at her eyes, unadjusted to the brightness of outside in contrast to the darkness of her house. "No," she muttered. "Wait why would he even-" Cordelia had to cut herself off once she'd opened her eyes to be met with Helena's knowing look.
Without saying, Helena gestured down towards the shirt which hung from Cordelia's frame. She looked down, not even realizing she had worn his shirt to sleep.
Helena pushed past Cordelia as she scoffed, "He's not here alright!" Cordelia frowned at the memories of last night. "Besides Grizz told me he spent the night with Allie."
At the mention of a particular Pressman girl, Helena turned to her. "I'm sorry Lia," she began to retreat towards the brunette, hands coming up to cup Cordelia's cheeks.
Before Helena could even fully touch the girl, she found herself being swatted away. "I don't care about it! He's not my boyfriend. He can go on and fuck whoever he wants," Cordelia affirmed as she furrowed her brows. It felt wrong saying that. She had to admit, considering how much time she had spent around him, and how much it appeared that they were both devoted to each other, it took a lot to admit to herself that he wasn't necessarily hers. "If anything its Kelly's problem," the girl hastily added, nodding to herself before making her way to the living room couch.
"That's different. He's not Kelly's anymore and everyone knows that he has feelings for you." Helena declared, making her way to Cordelia's kitchen and preparing a cup of coffee.
Cordelia had to dismiss the comment as she burrowed herself into the couch.
"Why aren't you dressed?" Helena asked the girl,
"Why would I be dressed?" Cordelia countered, digging her body further into the couch.
Helena chuckled, pulling the filled mug out from under the coffee machine as she came to sit at the table. "Cassandra called a meeting about last night, girls only." She informed, bringing the piping hot cup to her lips.
Cordelia merely groaned, Writhing around the couch as she struggled to turn her body to face away from Helena who merely laughed. "What happened last night?" She questioned.
