Honesty

Chapter 11: Good Luck, Babe

Hello :) I'm back, after quite a while. I know, and I'm very sorry! I've missed writing these girls, and writing a story in general. If you've still stuck around for this long, I'm so so grateful for you xx I hope you're all doing well and you enjoy this chapter :)

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Kaia

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck

Clarity is a bitch. Or at least that's how Kaia felt when waking up with a throbbing head. Yelena was still asleep, one foot dangling off the side of her loft bed as she gently snored. The dorm curtains were shitty and did a horrendous job of keeping out the sunlight, and even at 10am, it felt like the middle of the day.

Kaia tugged her blanket up around her shoulders and tried to fall back to sleep, but suddenly last night hit her like a train and she shot up, her stomach not quite keeping up with her fast movements and sending a queasy feeling sloshing around her midsection.

Those lips. The hand on her jaw. The other on her waist. The teeth that grazed her bottom lip and sent a jolt to the back of her knees.

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck

Her first college party kiss would have been a cause for celebration if those lips hadn't been attached to the face of Natasha Romanoff. Kaia sheepishly turned to Yelena's bed, eyeing her blonde hair splayed out across her pillow, and muttered a small "I'm sorry," before grabbing her phone and settling back against her pillow.

Her lockscreen, a picture of her and Yelena at the beach last summer, was fairly quiet, only a few notifications from Wanda who had sent pictures over from the party. Half were blurry or covered by a finger, but there was a cute one of Kaia grinning over her cup, clearly moments away from laughing. She saved them all and flicked through her apps to scroll through instagram, anything to shut her mind up from its racing.

But all her attempts were fruitless and she threw her phone to the side with a groan, tugging her comforter up over her face. If she hid from the world for a few days, all would be well... right? Oh, and she might as well quit the dance team now because there was no way she could ever look Natasha in the eye again. Poor Wanda would be forced to endure practice alone forever.

"Will you shut up?" Yelena grumbled into her pillow, not bothering to move as she spoke. "If you're gonna regret your life choices, at least do it quietly so I can sleep in peace."

Kaia mumbled a small apology and carried on staring into the darkness covering her face. That was, until she felt something soft land with a thud on her stomach. She threw her covers back with a grumble and was met with one of Yelena's green throw pillows staring back at her.

"настоящая зрелая," she muttered. (Real mature).

"тогда заткнись," Yelena retorted quickly, easily slipping back into Russian without a second thought. It was natural for the two to have full conversations in their mother tongue, and as much as Kaia resented the language thanks to her parents, it did come in handy when gossiping in public. (Then shut up).

The blonde had evidently given up on her precious sleep and was half propped up against her pillows, one leg hooked over her comforter to cool herself down. Kaia mirrored her after reaching for the window beside her bed and pushing it open to allow air to circulate the small dorm.

"Not that I want to get up any time soon," she began, a yawn cutting her off mid sentence, "but what do you want to do today?" The blonde shrugged her usual response, much to Kaia's annoyance. "Полезный." (Helpful).