ifhy

by s3sbianlex3nthusiast

Summary:

jeckole mayne toxic? meannleabsin hi
very brief Sorrry

Chapter 1

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        Something weird had been going on with Nicole recently. She was a LOT meaner than usual. That, and she had been, like, SUPER avoidant. That pissed Jecka off… a lot. She likes being around Nicole… a lot; but every time she tries to talk to her she just goes like “yeah, fuck off” or something. Alone, Jecka sits. She glares at Nicole, who is on her phone talking to Lord knows who about God knows what. 

        Jecka had enough and stood up, taking her lunch tray (still completely full) and throws it away. She walks out into the courtyard after throwing open the door with way more force than necessary. She knew she had her next class with Nicole, and that tempted her to skip the class. She couldn’t really. She wasn’t looking to fail civics she just… hated it; and right now, she hated Nicole. Deep down, she absolutely did not. Jecka wouldn’t admit it in this moment, but she really cares about Nicole. She’s hurt, frankly. 

        Nicole still stands in the cafeteria on her phone. She saw Jecka storm out and her heart dropped. She KNOWS shes doing Jecka wrong but she can’t help it. She can’t help how Jecka’s sickeningly sweet body spray makes her feel. How her annoying voice makes her smile. How in class she stares at the way her body glitter makes her collarbones look. How her lips always have a little sheen to them. How she moves her hands when she talks. How she thinks about that one time, only the once, Jecka hugged her and she didn’t hug her back. She missed it. She wished Jecka would talk to her, but she tries, and Nicole turns her down. “God I’m being fucking ridiculous.” Nicole groans to herself. Her feet start moving before she can even think about it, and suddenly, she’s in front of Jecka. Nicole’s cheeks tint red, but she forces a frown.

        “Jecka…” She starts. Her tone is way too gentle. She clears her throat.

        She can’t speak. She can’t move. FUCK she looks stupid. Jecka’s staring at her expectantly, but Nicole… says nothing. Just stares at Jecka like a fucking idiot. She grunts and walks away. She remembers she gave Jecka the last of her Xanax and gets even more upset at herself.

        Jecka, on the other hand, just stares. Nicole said her name… but in a voice she’d never heard before, and then ran off. 

        “Bitch…” Jecka mumbles, before immediately feeling bad. Fuck, she misses Nicole.

        “I could text her…” Nicole thinks out loud before glancing at her phone. 9+ notifications from Jecka and 3 missed calls. “Fuck, she probably thought I killed myself or something… maybe I should at this point.” She says to herself. She’s not gonna kill herself about it, but it wouldn’t be the most dramatic thing she’s done. She just misses Jecka. Like, a lot.

Chapter 2

Summary:

um hi actual yuri ? maybe

 

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         Nicole’s laying on her bed, staring at her phone. I really REALLY should text her. To Nicole, that’s WAY too much work for anyone. But begrudgingly, she reached for the phone and sighs before opening Jecka’s messages. 

        bitch where r u

        r u mad at me

        ok can u stop beinf a bitch now

        y arent u in class

        im sorry

        bitch stop ignoring me

        im gonna block you

        can i atleasr have some xan

        stop fuckinf ignoring me holy shit

        im being mean

        Nicole feels ridiculously bad. Jecka’s texting her like a desperate ex and she’s here wishing Jecka would talk to her. Pathetic fucking loser. She just texts Jecka “hey” for sake of brevity. She takes a very deep breath before sending Jecka a text that says “sorry.” Nicole throws her phone down and sighs heavily. Too much. Her phone almost instantly dings with a message.

        r u killing yourself

        pls dont

        Nicole can’t help but smile. Jecka still cares about her. God… she really fucking misses Jecka. Nicole, instead of responding, just says “come over imy.” and Jecka agrees. Honestly, shocking. She was expecting to have to do more than that, but not really. She never really apologized to anyone in any serious context. Jecka isn’t really just anyone though. Nicole glances across the room into the mirror. God, I look fucked up. She would try to fix it, but honestly, she doesn’t really care enough. She wants to look good for Jecka, but its desperate if she overdoes it.

        Jecka stares at her phone. Her face feels hot, but she doesn’t really know why. Why’d she even agree? Nicole has been SO bitchy. Again, maybe she just misses her. Jecka sighs, throws on some shoes, and jumps in her dad’s car. On the ride she can’t help but picture Nicole’s face. She’s, like, really pretty. Jecka smiles. She’s finally gonna see Nicole. 

        Nicole lets out a sigh. She told herself she didn’t care how Jecka saw her, but here she is, fixing her hair for the third time. She already touched up her makeup, but sometimes there’s no fixing that. Her chest tightens when she hears a knock on the door. She can’t help but smile. Jecka’s here. 

Chapter 3

Summary:

hello yuri hi

       

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        Nicole opens the door, a small smile to greet Jecka. To Nicole’s shock, Jecka looks pissed. Nicole steps back to let Jecka in, and she storms off to Nicole’s room. Nicole sighs and follows her.

        Jecka slams the door, pinning Nicole between herself and it.

        “Nicole, what the FUCK has been up your ass these last couple days? You really couldn’t even text me?”

        “First off, you came up to me at school like, twice— And all you fucking did was some annoying mushy shit; ‘aww are you okay??’ Be NORMAL holy fuck.”

        “You told me to fuck off? So I did??”

        “Yeah but like… I didn’t mean it…”

        “Nicole, actually, like, what the fuck is wrong with you lately?”

        Nicole furrows her eyebrows. She can’t just… say it. Obviously. She makes the mistake of glancing at Jecka’s lips for a moment, she’s upset, but Lord if she isn’t pretty. 

        Jecka just watches Nicole stir uncomfortably between her arms. Her anger fades for a moment and she softens up. She didn’t just see that, right? Nicole just did the stupid glance thing. Nicole wouldn’t want to… right? Jecka felt a small flutter in her stomach. She must have been high or on crack or something because she has no idea what just possessed her to do this. She still felt angry at Nicole, but… there are better ways to deal with that than yelling, right? She grabs Nicole’s face, like, really hard, and bashes her lips against Nicole’s.

        Nicole is shocked, but at the same time, not really. She grips the back of Jecka’s head and pushes her face closer to her own, parting her mouth and shoving her tongue into Jecka’s mouth.

        Jecka lets out a soft sound, loosening up her grip on Nicole before shoving her back into the door. To her surprise, Nicole moans. She nips at Nicole’s bottom lip before pulling Nicole’s face closer again, sliding her tongue through Nicole’s slightly parted lips.

        Nicole was never really one for kissing, but this was so fucking different than a random at a bar. This was Jecka. Jecka was manhandling her like this; and she liked it. A lot. 

        Jecka’s hand wrapped around the front of Nicole’s neck, squeezing gently. Nicole made another sound, her voice barely crackling through her vocal chords.

        They move in sync, they both worked into the rhythm of eachothers motions and each tried to take the lead, Jecka usually winning because she was incredibly angry at Nicole and unwilling to let her have anything. 

        Nicole pulled back and Jecka stayed close. Her hand moved from Nicole’s neck to cup her cheek and she tugged at Nicole’s bottom lip, breathing heavily into her face. She looked down at Nicole’s mouth, now smudged with her lipstick. Nicole looked up at her, mostly in shock. Her lips were reddish and swollen and her face was nearly the same shade as her mouth. Nicole was working up a bit of a sweat as was Jecka. They stay there, panting, just for a second, before Jecka pulls away.

        “Just… don’t be a bitch next time.”

Chapter 4

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        Nicole looks at Jecka in shock. She didn’t just… what happened? She bites her tongue, completely unsure of what to say. She watches Jecka back up and sit down on her bed, and she follows. She sits next to her. Nicole’s breathing is still heavy. She knows better than to ask at this point. 

       

        Jecka eyes her. She looks… like a mess. Like a hot mess. Literally, like, she looks really hot right now. She glances back down and Nicole’s lips. Jecks nibbles on her bottom lip. She’s so anxious right now. 

        “Fuck it.” She whispered to herself.

        She grabs Nicole’s face, but not nearly as roughly (actually, she was pretty tender with her touch this time,) her lips meet Nicole’s again. She kisses her slowly at first, because of the nerves— naturally. However, she very quickly roughens up. Jecka’s eyebrows furrow and she pushes into Nicole, who returns the energy. Jecka grabs the back of Nicole’s neck, her fingers fitting perfectly into the curve, and kisses her harder.

        For once, in Jecka’s whole time here, Nicole takes initiative. She pulls Jecka back into the bed with her. They lay facing one another, leg-between-leg as their kiss intensifies. For a split second, Jecka pulls away. 

        “Fuck you.” She whispers.

        Immediately after, her lips reconnect with Nicole’s as she presses her body against her. At this point, their hands are roaming, gripping whatever and getting under whatever they could. Nicole’s hands end up under Jecka’s shirt, pulling at her waist, and Jecka’s end up one in Nicole’s hair and the other around her back.

        They stare at eachother for a moment, catching their breaths. Nicole, having recovered more quickly, puts her palm on Jecka’s face. She quickly presses her lips to Jecka’s, intending for it to be a short little kiss, but Jecka parts her lips, and Nicole doesn’t reject her advances. Her tongue, once again, brushes Jecka’s. She’s being weirdly gentle. Jecka doesn’t want that. She’s still mad at Nicole.

        Jecka pulls back for a split second and slaps Nicole. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to make her cheek sting.

       Nicole jumps, in shock, but she gets the idea. She slams her face back into Jecka’s. 

       Reality hits Jecka like a truck when her phone rings. Her back pocket vibrates, awakening her from her trance. She curses to herself.

        “Shit. It’s my fucking dad, isn’t it? UGH I hate him.”

        “Yeah, you were having a lot of fun, weren’t you?”

        “Shut the fuck up, Nicole.” 

        Jecka picks up her phone, and Nicole can faintly hear a man screaming over the other end. She feels a little bad. Jecka argues back with him, something about his car. Jecka probably took it without asking. Jecka hangs up on him, and sighs.

        “I gotta go.”

        “Damn, we were just getting to the fun part.”

        “Don’t.”

        Jecka stands up and looks at Nicole. She’s clearly debating in her mind. She then leans down and gives Nicole a small peck, her hands on either side of her face. She then rushes out her bedroom door. 

        “Fuck… was that real?” Nicole mutters to herself.

Chapter 5

Summary:

TW mention of sh and drinking 🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫

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        It had been a little while since Jecka left, maybe 20 minutes. She sped home, Nicole assumes. The thing is, she really can’t believe what just happened. She could  still taste Jecka on her lips. Scratch that, she could see Jecka on her lips. Her lipgloss was everywhere. Nicole misses that feeling. God, that felt so good.

        Jecka’s foot pressed the gas, hard. She normally wouldn’t go nearly this fast, but after what her and Nicole just did she couldn’t really help it. What she did to Nicole, really. It was such a good kiss, though. She can’t push away that thought. Nicole is SUCH a good kisser. Is school gonna be awkward, though?

 

        The day passed, and night fell. Not a text from Jecka. Just thinking her name makes Nicole flush a bit. Her cheek still stings where the blonde’s hand had connected with it. Nicole chews on her bottom lip, glancing anxiously at her phone. She really, really, really doesn’t want anything to be awkward. That would blow so hard.

        Jecka was having a really hard time sleeping. Every time she closed her eyes, she remembers what she did. She took, like, 4 benadryl and passed the fuck out.

 

        The next day, both the girls dreaded going to school. Jecka is ashamed to show her face, but Nicole is a little excited. She’d never seen that side of Jecka before and is very happy she did.

 

        Arriving at school and not seeing Jecka bothered Nicole deeply. She’s already a little pissed off because the first person she saw was Crispin, but now Jecka isn’t here yet. The bell rings, making Nicoles head hurt, and she decides to skip first period. She sneaks out into the parking lot and crawls in her car. Her mom’s car, really. She paws at all the compartments and under the seats until the glovebox pops open. A quarter of a bottle of wine and a half a bottle of vodka. Good enough. Nicole sighs, popping the lid off the vodka. She doesn’t normally chug anything like this, to her, only white trash loser sluts and frat boys do this, but desperate times call for desperate measures. 

        A little dazed, Nicole glances out the window and recognizes Jecka’s dad’s car. Being just barely not sober, just enough to not think straight, she opens her door and waves her over.

        Jecka is, of course, alarmed by this behavior. She walks over, just across the parking lot, to see Nicole clutching a now (almost) empty bottle of something clear. Fuck. Why’s Nicole drunk at school?? That’s trashy slut bitch behavior.

        “Nicole… what the fuck are you doing?”

        “I don’t know. Fuck off if you’re gonna be like that.”

       “Oh, come on. Get back in your car.”

        Nicole complies, and Jecka gets in on the passenger side. Nicole looks at her and takes the last swig of her bottle, and Jecka takes it away, a little disappointed it’s empty. She then sees the wine bottle, which Nicole hadn’t really touched, and snatches it. She takes a sip from her bottle and then glares at Nicole.

       “Are you my mom? What the fuck do you have wine for?”

        Nicole puts a finger on her lips and shushes her.

        “Shh… shh… shut the fuck up…”

        Nicole thinks for a moment. She then smiles dubiously at Jecka.

        “Hey… remember yesterday…” Nicole grins.

        Jecka gives her a crazy look. She furrows her brows, her cheeks pinken a little, and she looks away from Nicole, back at the stupid ass wine she was clutching. She rolls her eyes. 

 

        “Is there a reason you’re camping out in your mom’s car?”

        “I don’t fucking know.”

         Nicole’s still sober enough to know not to say too much. But she’s not sober enough to not wanna eat Jecka’s face right now. What does she have to lose? No, maybe Jecka would get mad. Maybe she’s too drunk. 

        “Okay, whatever. No need to get bitchy.” Jecka sighs and takes another sip of Nicole’s mom’s wine.

        “I’ve got perc, if you want it.”

        “Not really, I don’t wanna fucking die because you’re not smart enough to know to not mix perc and vodka.”

        Jecka says, snarky, before snatching the little pill out of Nicole’s hand.

        Nicole’s a little embarrassed, but not really. 

        “Jecka… I’m sorry for being a bitch all the time.”

        “…Did you cut yourself or something? Why would you say that?”

        “No… I just, like, feel bad. Fuck off.”

        Jecka smirks. She kind of likes seeing Nicole all pathetic, but she already knew that. 

        Nicole then does something that freaks Jecka out a little. She turns to face Jecka, like, full-on eye contact. She cups Jecka’s cheek in her palm, and kisses her. Not for long, just long enough to not be considered a peck.

        Jecka can taste Nicole’s lipgloss, she can taste the alcohol on her breath, and she can taste the gum she had in her mouth.

        Jecka knows where this is going. She’s sure Nicole does too, by the look in her eyes.

Chapter 6

Summary:

hi short chapter

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        Nicole’s breathing gets heavier and Jecka raises an eyebrow.

        “I’m easy when I’m drunk.”

        “Okay… shut up.”

        Jecka’s lips press into Nicole’s, hard. Jecka’s lips are soft and warm. Nicole’s being a lot louder than usual, which is a weird thought for Jecka. Never, in a billion years, did she think she’d ever be in this situation. She’s not exactly mad, though. 

        Her palms press against Nicole’s reddened cheeks and Nicole desperately grabs at anything she can. Nicole’s hands search Jecka’s body, but she’s not looking for anything except something she can hold onto. They move from Jecka’s face, to her hair, to the back of her neck, and they settle somewhere around her back. It’s weirdly attractive to Jecka, seeing Nicole like this. Jecka let out a small sound, her breathing getting heavier.

        Nicole pulls back. She’s panting. She’s sweating. Her face is red. Her lips are parted and pink and swollen. She looks perfect.

        Jecka grabs her and pulls her back. Her mouth taste so good… like cinnamon and alcohol and cigarettes. Her tongue pushes between Nicole’s just barely parted lips and she leans into her even further. She doesn’t feel close enough, still. Without breaking the kiss, she lifts herself over the center console and straddles Nicole. 

        Nicole is flipping the fuck out. She doesn’t open her eyes, she doesn’t break the kiss, she doesn’t even make an attempt to say anything. She’s in shock. Jecka is currently in her lap; and gosh is it wonderful.

        One thing that surprises Jecka is that she’s being nice this time. Her kisses are softer, but filled with the same fervor as the last time. Their mouths are pressed together, syncing into a rhythm, rather than searching for whatever pleasure they could find in one another. It made sense that Jecka was upset when they’d kissed the first time, but it was so strange not being aggressive or demanding with Nicole. She kinda misses it… but this is good too.

        Nicoles arms wrap fully around Jecka and she’s literally as close as she could possibly be. Jecka loves it. She loves Nicole being clingy. They should really be in private more often. 

        Oddly enough, Nicole breaks the kiss. Jecka opens her eyes and looks down at her. She made a mess of Nicole. Nicole’s hair is messed up. Her eyes are low and she has this pleading look on her face. Nicole’s eyes wander over Jecka’s body, and Jecka smiles. Her thumb brushes over Nicole’s bottom lip, wiping whatever lipgloss she had left off. 

        Nicole then does something that surprises Jecka. She leans forward and up, her head just barely high enough to see over Jecka’s shoulder, and then she starts kissing her. Whatever skin was exposed, her lips met. Jecka’s smirk fades and her cheeks turn pink. Nicole’s lips trace over Jecka’s neck, her collarbones, her shoulders, arms, even her stomach. Jecka shivers. The soft little pecks turning into open mouthed wet kisses does something to her. That’s when Nicole starts leaving marks around Jecka’s neck and shoulders. She doesn’t stop her. It feels so… middle school. But she likes it.

        “Should we… go to your house?” Jecka manages to murmur through her soft little sounds. 

         Nicole nods, eagerly. Maybe a little too eagerly.