Beatrice is a Bottom (and so is Camila)

by Codeopod

Summary:

A series of (un)fortunate events leads highschool nerds, Beatrice and Camila, into the perfect plot to woo their crushes: starting a fight club.

Avatrice Bottoms AU (based on the movie trailers)
{Check tags for trigger warnings}

Notes:

Prompt by the lovely @davidroohdaar on twitter

It all started with a string of incidents; some creepy dude that went by Adriel. He was lurking around their town and taking pictures of girls. Fucking pedo. There wasn’t much the cops could do until he got violent. Typical.

Tensions were high enough as it was. Homecoming was on the horizon and they were at the absolute bottom of the pecking order. Beatrice knew none of it would matter after they graduated, but right now, waiting for the school doors to open with a crowd of cowering band geeks, it felt like the universe had it out for her.

Ava Silva, highschool royalty, walked across the parking lot, her football player boyfriend trailing behind with a wide smirk and a criminally unbuttoned shirt. Beatrice scowled at the scene. Ava could do so much better. She sighed and looked to her best friend Camila. Cam was also watching the parking lot, but she had her eyes on someone much worse. Lilith Villaumbrosia, queen bee of the cheerleaders, absolute bitch. Why did they have such cursed taste in women. 

“Hey dykes!” 

Beatrice cringed on instinct. 

“Like what you see?” A football player stuffed a shirt down his pants and mimed suggestively. 

Camila rolled her eyes. “We gotta find a way to get on top of these guys.” 

“I’d rather not.” 

“Ugh, you know what I mean!” 

“Nice suspenders!” One of them shouted. 

“Thanks.” Beatrice called back. Camila offered him a finger.

Beatrice and Camila had met in middle school band class. They both played clarinet, neither of them had friends, and they both loved horses so they were a perfect match. They’d had each other’s backs ever since. 

A jock lunged at them and laughed when they flinched. “We gotta learn like self defense or something, those idiots are gonna get us if the that perv doesn’t go serial first.” Camila muttered, straightening her skirt as they sat down against the warm brick. Just then the band door swung open and the percussion section poured out, Beatrice pulled in her feet as they passed, drumsticks clicking in their bags. She was about to stand up when the largest bass drum swung and knocked Camila in the back of the head. He must have not seen them sitting because he managed to trip over both of them, and tumble to the asphalt in a loud crash. 

“Jesus fuck!” 

“Fucking watch it Kyle!” 

The bass drummer, resident stoner, stumbled back to his feet and walked off, pretending it never happened. 

“Did that just fucking happen? Are you fucking kidding me?” Camila rubbed the back of her head and looked at Beatrice. 

She didn’t have a broken nose but it was definetely bleeding from where the drum hit her. “Shit we have to go to the nurse don’t we.” 

They both groaned but helped eachother up. 

---

“Alright what happened?” Nurse Jillian looked at them skeptically. 

“We-” Camila choked on her own toungue when she realized the head cheerleader was shadowing the nurse today. Tall, dark, mean, hot as hell, and staring at her with a supressed laugh. She swallowed and started again. “We were just practicing, for our club.”

The nurse squinted. “You’re club?”

Beatrice shot her warning a look. 

“Yeah, we are starting a…self defense…club, and I-uh got carried away.” She gestured at Beatrice’s bloodied face. “All my fault, don’t know my own strength.” 

Lilith looked away, bored, and the nurse patched them up. (Put a Hello Kitty bandaid on Beatrice’s nose, and gave them each a pepppermint)

“What the hell we’re you thinking?” Beatrice demanded the second they turned the corner. 

“Lilith was in there! We couldn’t say we got hit-and-run by a bass drum! That’s embarassing!” 

“Yeah? Well now you have a nonexistent club.” 

“We have a nonexistent club.” 

“No, I am not a part of this-”

The over-com buzzed to life. “Will the MMA wannabes please report to the front office.” 

“Looks like you are.” Camila said with ‘please don’t kill me’ look. 

Beatrice rolled her eyes but followed her to the office, where they ended up giving Principal Vincent a weak pitch for their club. Despite the odds, he agreed to let them host try-outs. 

---

“We wouldn’t even know what we were doing!” Beatrice insisted. They used their lunch break to reconviene in soccer stadium with their friend Yasmine as an impartial vote.

Camila brushed her off. “That doesn’t matter, we just gotta channel our inner white man audacity” 

“That’s not a thing!” 

“Yeah huh,” Camila paced, “We are going to learn to fight, teach hot girls how to fight, hot girls will fall for us, the boys won’t know what hit ‘em, and boom! Barbieland is real: patriarchy over.” 

“You know Barbieland is fundamentally opposed to gay women, right?” 

“Shut up!” Camila was torn between desperation and excitement, “We’re doing this!” 

Beatrice groaned and rolled to lay on her back.

“I mean…I wanna know how to kick balls at least.” Yasmine chipped in. 

Camila spun to point at her. “Yes! That! We can start with ball kicking! Come on, the rest will be easy!” 

Beatrice pinched her brow. “If we do this, we would have to do it right, someone could get hurt” 

“Don’t you know karate or something?” 

She scoffed. “Because I’m Asian?”

“Because your rich smartass!” Camila shot back. “You play violin AND took ballet, there’s no way you didn’t take a martial art at some point.” 

Beatrice refused to admit that she was right. “I might know some basics.” 

Cam lit up. “Yes! It’s happening!” She hi-fived Yasmine. 

---

They gathered in the memorial gym the next day, determined to try. 

“You go first.” 

“Just hit me!”

“No you!” 

“Ugh!” Camila snapped and threw her best punch. They both nearly fell over. 

“Fuck!”

“Ow, my fucking hand!” 

Beatrice wiped blood from her lip. “Holy shit.” 

“Im sorry Bea!” 

“No it’s okay, I feel…good.” 

“Good?”

“Alive?” 

“Wait, hit me, I wanna see!” 

Beatrice didn’t hesitate. Camila yelped and then broke out laughing. “It is kinda fun.”

They both bent over laughing, wiping blood from their faces. 

“What in the sweet fuck are y’all doing?” 

“Mary! Perfect, we need you!”

Mary eyed them as she walked over, basketball under her arm. “So it’s true? You’re trying to learn how to fight?” 

Camila nodded excitedly. “We’re starting a fight club!” 

“Self defense.” Beatrice interjected.

“Sign-ups are on Wednesday!” Camila finished.

“You’re serious?” 

“Yes! Please join, we need your street cred.” 

Mary tilted her head, daring her to say more. “I have ‘street cred’?” 

“You’re an athlete, you ride a motorcycle, and have a girlfriend! You’re perfect!” Camila said, “We need a badass to make us badass.”

Mary scoffed a laugh. “Ain't gonna happen. But you’re not entirely hopeless.” 

“Is that a yes?” 

“Take it as a maybe.” 

---

Their club worked weirdly well for the first week. An assortment of queers and nerds joined so it was kind of a slow start, convincing them to hit eachother, other than that one girl that was way too eager. No one got seriously injured, and they actually felt like they might be learning stuff. The best part was, despite sending about 10 girls home with bruises and bloody noses every other day, they didn’t face much backlash. 

Between Mary and Tiktok tutorials, Beatrice and Camila were confident enough to get everyone started on some basics. They spread out mats on the floor and split into pairs, practicing new moves on eachother until they got the hang of it. At the end of the week they would all gather around and fight for real, two at a time, until someone beat all the challengers. Even though they were literally fighting eachother, the environment was surprisingly uplifting. Eryone would cheer and shout encouragement at eachother and Beatrice was starting to think that maybe it wasn’t all a big mistake after all.

She was pressing an icepack into her fresh black eye one afternoon when she caught the eye of the girl walking into the bathroom behind her. The last person she wanted to see. 

“Shit, are you okay?” Ava asked, a bewildered look on her face. 

Beatrice’s stomach flipped but she refocused on her makeup. “I’m fine.” 

“You don’t look fine.” Ava said, slowly walking closer. “If someone hurt you, you should report it.” She insisted. “Is it one of the guys?”

“It’s not like that, don’t worry.” 

Ava reached and clasped her bicep gently, turning her so she could look closer. Beatrice’s heart almost stopped. 

She leaned in, brow pinched. “Seriously, Beatrice right?” 

Bea nodded once.

“Do you need help?” Ava asked, all wide eyed and worried. 

“I’m alright Ava, it’s just from my club.” She stepped out of her grasp to catch her breath.

“What? You’re in a fight club?” She almost looked impressed. 

Beatrice stood a little taller. “Yes actually, or, self defense rather.” 

“Huh.” Ava appraised her again. “That’s kinda badass.” 

“Yes, well, we wanted to create a safe space so that we could learn from each other, to fight back.” 

“You started it?” 

“Me and Camilla.” 

Something in Ava’s expression sharpened and her smile shifted into a look that Beatrice couldn’t name, but it made her pulse quicken. 

“I might have to check it out.” 

Beatrice swallowed around her dry throat. “All are welcome.” 

---

“We have a problem.” Bea muttered to Camila. They had stepped aside to let the other girls spar. 

“What?” 

“Ava, she cornered me in the bathroom and asked about our club.”

“And? That’s like the whole goal!” 

“She might join! They weren’t meant to actually join!” 

“Pff, we wanted to fight hot girls anyway, why not the hot girls.” 

“Easy for you to say, Lilith isn’t joining.” 

The fighting behind them stopped abruptly and they spun at the sound of a door echoing across the gym. 

Ava strolled in, all bare legs and sparkly white teeth. Beatrice nearly whimpered. Lilith walked in just behind her, still in her cheerleading training clothes, and frowning like she’d rather be anywhere else. Camila tensed next to her. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuckityfuckfuckfuck.” 

The air was tense, all the girls watching them until one finally spoke out. “Why have the gym reserved for another hour, sorry ladies.” 

“That’s why we’re here!” Ava said lightly, catching Beatrice’s eye and winking. 

“Yeah, no offense, but you kinda run with the enemy.” The over-eager sophomore said, hands on her hips. 

“The enemy? What are you? Twelve?” Lilith frowned again, popping her chewing gum.

Beatrice stepped foward, trying for diplomatic. “The jocks…they are the reason we started this.” It wasn’t a total lie, they were definetely a contributing factor. “They like to mock and harass people like us, so you might understand our hesitance.” 

“We get that.” Ava said, “and we don’t condone their behavior…actually, they’re the reason we’re here too.” She shot a quick look at her friend, who was avoiding eye contact. A murmur went around the room, a pang of sympathy weakening their initial opposition.

Camila smiled at the pair. “Well then, welcome to fight club!”

“-for legal reasons, that is not actually the name.” Beatrice interjected. 

“So you don’t fight?” Lilith snarked, fire returning to her eyes. 

“Oh no, we fight.” Camila grinned. “We fight hard.” 

---

“Do you actually know what you’re doing?” Ava asked with a laugh. 

Beatrice continued to circle her slowly. “Of course we do.” 

“Really? Cause you look like you’re about to shit yourself.”

“I could take you down easily.” 

Ava’s eyes sparked with energy. “Prove it.” 

Beatrice darted foward, sweeping Ava’s legs the way Mary had showed them. 

“Oof!” Ava landed hard, but her smile only widened. “That’s all you got?” 

Beatrice dropped onto her, pinning her, and threw a punch. Ava managed to deflect, laughing out at the thrill. They were suddenly too close to land any hits, so they wrestled for dominance. Ava was surprisingly strong for her size, her thighs especially. Beatrice tried not to think about it, but it weakened her brainpower. She didn’t want to hurt Ava, or touch her even, but their skin was pressed together, arms and legs tangled and writhing. It was all too much too fast. 

“Ha!” Ava flipped them and pinned her. “Sure you know what you’re doing?” 

“You seem to.” 

“I have a brother, wrestling is easy.” Ava said, breathing heavily against her collarbone. 

Beatrice needed space, her brain was malfunctioning. She doubled her efforts, managing to throw Ava and get back on her feet. Ava whooped and danced away as they circled eachother again. Ava was light on her feet, but Beatrice had the benefit of a few inches on her, and a bit of boxing coaching from Mary. She threw a hook at Ava’s ribs. She bent over and coughed, then swung and missed. 

“Keep your thumb out, you’ll break it like that.” Beatrice instructed. Ava adjusted, then punched again. Beatrice stepped foward diagonally and twisted her torso away, letting her shoulder take the hit. “Good.” 

Ava smiled, trying to mimic her doge move with the next hit. 

“Rotate from your hips more, the power starts in your feet, push from there.” 

Ava mimed the motion a few times slowly.

“Better.” 

Ava smiled again, her flush spreading to her ears. “Okay, maybe you do know what you’re doing.” 

---

Lilith looked Camila up and down. “You’re too short, I need a worthy opponent.” 

“Funny, I need an opponent that isn’t a little bitch.” Camila said, stepping foward. 

“Says the little bitch.” 

“Are we gonna fight or are you just gonna waste my time?” 

Lilith leaned down, into her personal space. “Will getting your ass beat be a waste of time?” 

“Please,” Camila laughed, “I’d like to see you try.” 

Lilith lunged, dodging a quick blow from Camila. They locked in combat, throwing hits and kneeing eachother. Neither one giving an inch. Lilith growled in frustration as Camila knocked her to her knees. They were much closer now, and Camila noticed something on Liliths face as she glared down at her. Concealer…covering a healing bruise on her cheekbone. Shit. Camila had gotten plenty of experience with that in the last few weeks, but her heart twisted at the sight. She let her win quickly after that. Unwilling to add to whatever she had going on. 

“I told yo-” 

“You did good, we can work on refining your technique more so you can be more efficient.” Camila interjected.

Lilith looked her over cautiously. “Yeah…thanks.” 

---

The next week was their final band concert for the year. Camila and Beatrice volunteered for ticket booth so they could avoid the dress rehearsal. 

“Code red.”

“What is-” Beatrice turned and caught sight of Ava and Lilith walking in the front doors. “Shit.” 

“Quick, roll up your sleeves!” Camila muttered. 

“What?! Why?” 

“Just do it!” Camila smoothed her black dress, and checked to make sure her curls were in place. They were each in their concert best, the dress code was always formal and an excuse for them to actually dress up. The one and only benefit of concert band over marching band; they didn’t have to wear the fucking bibbers.

“Oh hey Lilith, Ava, didn’t expect to see you guys here.” Camila said, faking her surprise. 

“It’s extra credit, for Mr. Lund’s class.” Lilith said, waiting for Camila to hand her a ticket.

“So, you guys like music? That’s so funny- we are actually in the band, right Bea?” 

Beatrice had been turned away slightly, trying to play it cool. “Right.”

“We’re like, totally first chair…both of us.” 

Beatrice tried to hide her pained expression. 

“I don’t know what that means.” Ava said, handing Camila a five dollar bill.

“It means we’re talented, with our hands, and…mouths.” Camila said with her best wink. Ava raised her eyebrows and Beatrice wanted to disappear.

Lilith blinked a few times. “…right, can I have my ticket please.” 

“Two tickets for the pretty ladies!” Camila announced, holding her hand to Beatrice, who tore them off the roll and handed them over. 

“Thanks!” Ava said as they turned away. 

Camila sighed and fell back against the wall. 

“The fuck was that?!” Beatrice demanded under her breath. 

“I’m sorry! I panicked! Lilith is too stunning, I just need to get past her whole cold front.”

“You think that’s just an act?”

Camila nodded, determined. “Definetely, there’s a heart in there, I can tell.”

Beatrice let the silence spread between them as they handed tickets to the remaining people in line. 

---

Camila actually was first chair, which placed her closest to the audience. Beatrice sat next to her, angled slightly more to face the dark crowd. It was hard to make out faces past the bright spotlights, but she had no trouble spotting Ava. Despite her best efforts, their eyes locked together anytime she glanced away from her music stand. 

---

“I think Ava likes me.” 

Beatrice whispered to Camila as they put their instruments away after the concert.

“What? Really?”

“She kept smiling at me.”

Camila laughed. “I’ve never seen her not smiling.”

“This was different.” Beatrice almost whined. “I think I have a chance.” 

“Tell that to him.” Camila said, slowing their walk once she noticed JC stalking down the hallway towards them with a few other football players in tow. Shit. 

“Hey, you’re the nerds with the fight club?” 

“I-uh, yeah.” Beatrice stuttered. Double Shit.

“You beat up our girls?” One asked, Liliths boyfriend, Beatrice assumed.  

“They consented-” Camila started. 

“She what?” He was starting to get red in the face. 

“She was willing.” Beatrice said, hands in a placating gesture. 

“You can’t beat up girls, that’s not right, they’re weaker.” JC said, glaring at Beatrice. 

“We’re girls too.”

“Yeah but you’re…different.” He said with a curl to his lip. Beatrice didn’t have to ask what he meant by that. She clenched her jaw. 

“Hey, what’s going on?” Ava emerged from the crowd and grabbed his arm.

“Babe, we’re defending your honor.” 

“My what?” She looked towards Bea and Camila.

“They don’t want us near you or Lilith.” 

Ava scoffed and turned to her boyfriend. “You don’t get to make those decisions for me.” 

“I can teach you whatever you want baby, you don’t need help from the dykes.” He said, reaching for her hand.

She stepped back. “I’m bi you homophobic dipshit.” 

“Yeah, but you’re hot.” JC said, trying for charming.

Ava groaned in disgust. “Walk away. We’ll talk about this later.” Her tone was deep and stern, convincing enough for him to raise his hands and step back, glaring at Beatrice before slowly turning and walking away. 

“I’m so sorry, really, he’s…dense at times, but I’m working on him.” 

Beatrice snorted and started to turn away. 

“What I mean is-I’m really sorry, for him, and for me being with him.” Ava rushed out.

“You’re sorry to be with him?” Beatrice asked, baffled.

She sighed. “We’ve been on the outs for months now, he can be a little shit, but he’s good in bed.” She shrugged. “-and that’s kind of all I’m after right now.” 

Camila laughed. “I’ve been there, and trust me when I say, you can do better.” They both laughed.

“Women...” Beatrice spoke before she could stop herself.

“Huh?” 

“You said you’re bisexual, women are better in bed than most men, and more emotionally intelligent.” 

Ava looked at her, her smirk growing into something predatory. “Is that an offer Beatrice?” 

“What?! No-I-I don’t-“ 

Ava threw her head back laughing. “Just teasing, Bea, see you guys at practice, and sorry again!”

“Bye Ava!” Camila called. Beatrice was frozen in place, opening and closing her mouth like a fish. 

“Come on you flirt, let’s get out of here.” Camila said as she threw her arm over Beatrice’s shoulder. 

---

A few weeks passed without any more incidents. Though, at some point Lilith started smiling, which was super weird, and the guy she had been dating switched schools, but she didn’t seem bothered, and no one was brave enough to ask. 

Bea was following the flow of people out of the building one afternoon when she picked up on a commotion. 

“JC we’re done, just leave it.” Ava shouted over her shoulder. The student body could smell drama like a shark scenting blood. The crowd parted for the highschool royals, per usual, but the air was tense as all eyes locked on them. 

“I’m not going anywhere without at explanation!” He shouted, hot on her heels, following her into the parking lot. 

Beatrice was walking before she could stop herself, she stepped between them before JC could reach for Ava, twisting his wrist in a tight grip. “She doesn’t owe you anything.” 

He almost growled as he looked at her. “Oh of course you come to the rescue, you think I don’t see you? Think you can just turn Ava into another cunt licker like you?” JC demanded, “Stay away from my girl!” He bellowed. Gasps rippled through the crowd. 

Beatrice held her ground but averted her eyes. Anger and shame closing around her throat. 

“Hey, fuck face!” Ava stepped around her and shoved at him, catching him off guard. He stumbled back a few steps before she kicked his knee out and uppercut his chin. He landed on his back. “Don’t you dare speak to her like that!” She punctuated her shout with a solid kick to his balls. “We are done!” 

He crumpled with a whimper and groaned into the pavement. Ava spun on her heel, ignoring the shocked whispers from the crowd, and walked straight to Beatrice, not slowing down until their lips crashed together. 

Beatrice was stunned but her body acted on instinct, hands steadying Ava and holding her close as their lips parted. 

“Woah.” Beatrice whispered. 

Ava giggled. “Hi.”

“Hello?” 

She laughed and slipped her hand into Beatrice’s, tugging her towards her car. Somewhere behind them she heard Camila whoop and cheer along with the rest of their audience.

Notes:

I’m sorry, I needed a bad guy and JC is just too easy, one day I’ll give his character the nuance he deserves

(Yes I have taken a bass drum to the head)