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Showdown's Aftermath

(no sex)

Written by BamaPolyBiGuy1 (bamapolybiguy1@gmail.com)

Copyright © 2013 BamaPolyBiGuy1; All Rights Reserved.

This is a spinoff of the epic e-novel Six Times a Day by Spacer X, and a segue to a prior spinoff by Wayac.


Heather cried for a while after that. Finally, the tears stopped flowing and dried on her cheeks. She got up and drifted to the mirror, hoping that it would cheer her up.

However, she didn't just see herself in it. She saw Alan, standing behind her. She spun around with a glad cry, but he wasn't there. She screamed and, picking up a nearby chair, threw it at the mirror. The glass shattered, showing her a myriad of broken reflections of tear-filled eyes looking back at her.

She didn't remember going home, or even walking upstairs. When she got to her room, though, she saw herself in what remained of the mirror, still staring back at her. She turned around and left, coming back a few minutes later with a screwdriver. She carefully removed the brackets holding the mirror, removed it from the wall, and placed it in her closet.

Heather turned back to where the mirror had been, looking at the old wallpaper that it had covered. The wallpaper had a cartoonish fantasy motif, princesses and castles, knights and dragons, all on a pink background. She reached out her hand to feel the images.

A voice spoke, "Princess Pepper is back, I see."

Heather turned to the doorway and looked at Simone, who looked worriedly back. Heather's lip twitched a little. "Yeah, it's been so long since I saw this paper. I forgot all about it."

She turned back to the wall, tracing the images. "Remember when we made up those stories about these things? We'd talk about how we were princesses and were going to grow up and find our true loves and live happily ever after." She sighed. "What ever happened to those dreams."

"You started growing up," said Simone, quietly. "You felt it was more important to be important than to be happy."

"I was an idiot," spat Heather. Tears threatened to flow again, but her anger at herself kept them in check for the moment.

Simone stood quietly for a few seconds, not knowing how to deal with a pensive Heather. Then, she went to her and drew her into a hug. Heather turned into it and started sobbing. Simone stroked her hair and made calming noises, just being there when Heather needed her.

A few minutes later, Heather, still hugging and being hugged, lowered her head. "Alan dumped me," she muttered.

Simone stiffened slightly while still stroking her hair, but then relaxed. "I know. He called me and said you might need a friend right now."

Without moving, Heather asked, "Did he tell you what happened?"

"No. I asked, but he said it's not his place to say."

"It was me and my damned scheming that did it," Heather chucked grimly. "I hid a tape recorder to get the goods on him. And I did. He was going to be mine..."

She sniffed and looked up into Simone's face. "But he never was mine. Hell, if he was, then I wouldn't have wanted him. You even told me that once."

She lowered her head and her voice dropped to a whisper. "What the fuck is wrong with me? Why do I make life a living hell for anybody trying to love me? Why do I always push people away?"

Simone lifted Heather's chin until their eyes met. "Girl, I am always here for you, no matter how big a bitch you are. And sometimes you can be a pretty big bitch."

The corners of Heather's lips twitched upwards. "I know, Simone. And I... I love you. I love you for that, I love you for being here. I love you."

"Damn, Heather has actual human feelings... Wait, wait!" Simone exclaimed while holding up her hand and lowering her eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm not great with expressing emotions myself." She pinched the bridge of her nose, took a deep breath, and continued, "Heather, think about it. Yes, you are a bitch sometimes, even to me. Yet I am still here. Hell, I love you too. I always have on some level."

They slowly leaned in towards each other, until their lips barely touched. They kissed, not with a burning passion, but almost shyly, both aware how vulnerable their admissions made them feel.

When they broke, Heather hesitatingly asked, "Simone, would you stay here tonight? I don't really care if anything happens. Hell, I'd rather it not. But I do want somebody I love here."

"So, are you saying that you don't want this fine body?" joked Simone while rubbing her hands on herself. "Oh well, it sounds okay to me. Besides, I told my mom that I was spending the night here. I figured you might need the support."

Heather grasped one of her hands. Looking into Simone's eyes, she said, "Thanks."

The both climbed into bed, just cuddling and looking at each other with great tenderness.

After a few minutes, though, Simone asked, "So, what are you going to do about Alan? What're you gonna do to get him back."

Simone saw a gleam appear in Heather's eyes, the "scheme gleam." Yet even as she noticed it, that light started fading.

"I'm not going to do anything," Heather answered finally. "Nothing at all. I crossed a line that he kept telling me would be the end of everything if I crossed it." A tear started trickling down her face. "Hell, he even called me 'Heather.' Who would think that my own name would signal the end of the greatest thing in my life..."

Her face became pensive as she said, "You know, I want to be a better person to show him that he did help me, that I wasn't a waste of time. But I don't know if I want that because I actually want to be a better person, or because I still want him."

Simone didn't know what to say, so she simply nodded and caressed Heather's cheek, wiping the tear away.

"You know, Simone, I would go back to him in an instant if he called. I would crawl to him, no matter how far. But I can't, I just CAN'T go back without him calling. He would think it was another scheme. Hell, it might even BE another scheme. He deserves better than me..."

She continued sobbing "He deserves better..." as Simone pulled her tight.


The following Monday, Heather dressed demurely. She was subdued in all her classes, something noticed (and talked about) by virtually all the students and faculty.

At lunch, Heather sat at her table, mainly looking down at her food but taking a bite every once in a while. Even though there was a low buzz around the lunch room, the rest of the Blondies surrounding her were also subdued, not knowing if (or how) Heather was going to explode. Even Simone, sitting right beside her, didn't talk above a soft murmur.

"Awww, look. The great Heather Morgan is soooo sad because her pet nerd doesn't want her anymore..."

Heather's gaze snapped up quickly, locking with Donna's eyes from a few tables away. Simone muttered, "Somebody better go get the sheriff, cause there's about to be some bloodshed."

"You know," drawled Donna, smirking at Heather, "it could be that Heather just doesn't know how to please her man."

Heather stood up, her face radiating a cold rage and her hands balled into fists, and started walking through the rapidly thinning crowd between her and Donna. Simone quickly jumped up and hurried behind Heather, not knowing if she would try to defuse the situation or help plaster Donna's smirking face across the floor. What's more, Simone really didn't know which would please her more.

Donna stood up, a slight tremble in her limbs showing that she realized that she might have bit off more than she could chew by calling out Heather in such a public way. She flipped her hair out of her eyes.

Heather stopped in mid-step about four feet away, her face stunned, her mouth hanging open. She lowered her foot and started to giggle. The giggle quickly turned into a chuckle and on into full-blown, joyous laughter, the only sound in the silence.

Donna just stood there looking around, the confusion on her face mirrored in the crowd. Her expression slowly turned to anger. Finally, she broke her silence, demanding, "What the hell are you laughing about?!"

Heather laughed even louder, but managed to choke out, "YOU!" She slowly stopped laughing and walked around Donna, looking like she was inspecting a horse that she wanted to buy. "Man, it's like looking in a mirror... Simone, was I really this shallow and bitchy?"

"Well," drawled Simone, "I don't want to tell tales out of school, but..."

"Never mind," said Heather quickly. She turned back to Donna, almost laughing at her dumbfounded expression. "Listen, you want the Prom Queen position? It's yours as far as I'm concerned. I don't want it. Want a kidney? You can have that too. Hell, you can have any fucking thing you want, except for one part."

Her voice trailed off. "One part I've already given..."

Heather's face fell, yet she looked earnestly at Donna. "Listen. I had it all. I'm not talking about power. Fuck, who needs it? I had EVERYTHING! I'm talking about LOVE, true LOVE! And I kept playing stupid-assed power games until I lost it."

She glanced over at Alan where he was sitting between Amy and Christine. "If I could take it back, I would do it in a second. I can't, and I can never make it better."

Heather sniffed back tears while turning towards Donna. "I am so done with this shit. You fucking want it, you can fucking have it."

Looking lost, Heather turned and started walking away. Simone wrapped an arm around her and guided her toward the exit. Christine looked at Alan for a few seconds, then got up to help Simone steer Heather out of the room.

EPILOGUE: A Few Years Later

The doorbell chimed. "They're here!" Amy squealed as she ran to the door and threw it open. Outside stood Sean with one arm wrapped around Heather and his other arm around Simone. Both women were obviously pregnant. They stepped in and there were hugs all around, with all of the chatter of good friends getting together after a long absence.

Katherine remained sitting on the couch, nursing her baby and smiling. "So, I see you two finally got Sean to make honest women out of you. Looks like you're not wasting any time trying to catch up."

Heather grinned and playfully punched Sean in the upper arm. "Yeah, it took forever to get this big lug to fall for me."

Sean started to sputter, but was cut off when Heather gave him a toe-curling kiss. Everyone laughed.

"Hey, where's Alan?" asked Simone, grinning. "I need to update him on how many women little Kunte has chasing after him."

Heather groaned. "Simone, you sure know how to run a joke into the ground."

"He'll be coming down in a couple of minutes," said Glory. "Christine and I just got done 'working out' with him."

Just then, Alan appeared at the top of the stairs. The newcomers all called up greetings. Alan smiled for a little bit, then frowned as he focused on Heather.

"Just a minute. How are you supposed to greet me... Bitchslut?"

Heather giggled and looked at Sean, who grinned, rolled his eyes, and nodded. Heather then bent at the waist, lifted her skirt off her bare ass and said, "Sorry Sir. This Bitchslut didn't know her place."

She stayed like that for a few moments, then stood back up and wrapped her arm around Sean. "This is all the Bitchslut trainer I need."

Simone faked anger and said indignantly, "And what am I, chopped liver?"

Heather wrapped her other arm around Simone, kissed her, and said, "Of course not. All good Bitchslut Trainers need a great assistant."

"Damn straight," said both Simone and Sean, causing everybody to laugh.

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