Poison

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Summary: From writer/producer Chris Angel comes this intoxicating tale of lesbian lust and...love? Poison.

Original Airdate: October 15, 2008 @ 9:00 p.m.
(following an ALL NEW ' Slash Tv')

Story Codes: no sex

The two of them walked off down the street toward the bus stop. If it didn't sink in by now it had to be said - Lisa wasn't stupid. She knew that Nicole was overcompensating. She was still cut up about Ryan, but being the sweet girl that she was, Nicole didn't let that intentionally affect the way she treated her friends. The two girls from then on discussed where they would go and what they would do that weekend on the way to school. Half an hour later they were disembarking their transport and walking up to Alderson High's open gates. This first period they didn't share together, so when they got their books from their lockers they said goodbye to each other. Lisa watched her disappear into the numerous crowds of students gathering in the corridor of that wing. As soon as Nicole was gone however, someone bumped into her shoulder. Lisa scowled when droplets of coffee doused the lapel of her shirt. When she looked up the culprit waved an apology to her and sped off down the hall, her coffee cup splashing every which way. Apparently she was in a hurry. Lisa sighed and headed for the toilets before class.

As soon as she walked into one of them she clammed up. There were two cheerleaders (they weren't dressed in their leotards or anything but Lisa knew the two of them to be cheerleaders) standing in front of the mirrors hanging over the wash basins. They made themselves prim and proper, re-applying make-up and lipstick, whilst gushing at the cuteness of one particular boy and laughing at the ugliness of another. Lisa took the basin that was three basins down and tried not to draw attention to herself as she dampened a wash towel and wiped at the coffee stain. By the time it became clear that the stain wouldn't come out this way, the two cheerleaders had finished picking at themselves in the mirror. When one passed Lisa by she remarked,

"Hey flat-ass! Work out much?"

Lisa lowered her head as the pair cackled like hyenas on their way out. It distracted her. So much so that she did not notice someone stepping out of one of the stalls behind her. That person paused a moment, then the next thing Lisa knew, she was being dragged, with a gasp, into that same stall. That person thrust her against its wall and swiftly locked its door. Lisa stared wide-eyed. That `person' was Dani.

"...W-what on earth are you doing?" Lisa questioned her.

Dani held her by the shoulders. "I just need to talk to you."

Despite the way she went about this Lisa was somewhat relieved to see that Dani hadn't gotten herself killed in some kind of road accident. She hadn't forgotten how the Italian girl had been semi-inebriated when she drove off last night. That thought rushed back to her when she saw the older girl again. But that didn't change the fact that she didn't want to see (or better yet sleep with) Danielle Cooper anymore.

"I think we said... everything that needed to be said... last night." Lisa put forth.

Dani scowled. "No, you said everything you needed to say last night. You didn't even give me a chance."

"When have you ever given me a chance?" Lisa shot back, defying her own infirmness, startling Dani, "How many times have I said... that I didn't want to do things we did together...? But you forced me... told me things... about how I'd like it.... in the end..."

"But you did-"

"It doesn't matter!" She shouted defiantly. "No means no!"

There was silence. That comment had both of them stunned. Dani especially. Because not once, not one single time, had she ever heard Lisa yell. Not ONCE. And of all people, she never expected herself to be the one she finally did it too. It then dawned on her that Lisa was changing. She didn't know why or how, but this was not the same Lisa Whitfield she'd been fucking privately. Butterflies danced in Dani's stomach -- but they weren't the good kind, the kind you got when you saw the love of your life for the first time. These were the kind of butterflies you got when you knew you were about to lose something very precious. The thought that Lisa was growing and thus growing apart from her made her squirm. Dani was even shaking again and didn't know it.

"Look," Dani tried to rationalize all this. "I know I might have done a few things wrong here, I don't... I mean I'm not... look, what I'm trying to say is... that I'm sorry. Maybe I haven't been treating you as good as I could have and maybe I am a little selfish sometimes... but I REALLY want this. Me and you."

Lisa turned her head to one side.

But she didn't move.

"Come on, Baby..." Dani's long black tresses fell with her as she leaned down over an inert Lisa. Her smooth lips descended slowly upon the terse but tender muscles of the blonde's neck. Dani brought soft butterfly kisses down it, teasing its supple flesh. Lisa shuddered but remained immobile.

Lisa's eyes shook. "...Don't..."

While soft kisses were planted along her neck, Dani's commanding hands seized her wrists and pressed them firm into the wall. Lisa felt her fingernails scratching its plastic. All the while Dani pushed herself closer to her; flattening their breasts together. The blonde girl tightened up and bit her lip while a tense frustration built within her.

"...Stop it..." She whispered.

Dani didn't even pause, let alone stop. Rather her kisses over Lisa's neck became more intense and more hungry. They became bites. Lisa winced when Dani bit down hard to the left side of her neck. It wasn't hard enough to make her bleed but it would definitely leave a hickey. That was the last straw. It caused Lisa to scowl angrily and once more yell;

"I said stop it!"

Once more she shouted and once more it stopped Dani in her tracks. And then she realized what she was doing. The raven-haired temptress pulled back and looked at Lisa. She actually looked at her. The upper half of her shirt, coffee stain and all, was now a mess. The part of Lisa's neck that she'd bitten was already turning an enflamed red. Trails of saliva ran across it. Meanwhile she held the girl down by the wrists. And she came face to face with the quivering in Lisa's big blue eyes. Dani knew that look... or at least knew what it signified.

Lisa was scared.

Dani's heart sank. "...Are you afraid of me?"

The shorter woman shrugged her hands free from an astounded Dani's grip. "...You don't listen to me."

Point in fact -- no one did. Except Nicole. And that was what this was about. Another quiet stillness surrounded the pair of them. Dani stepped back, startled as she had never been before. She had never ever meant to force herself on Lisa. But because Lisa was so damn frigid and insipid... she kept thinking that the girl needed a nudge to make her push through, a little bit of motivation to make her see that this was what she really wanted. That was Dani's train of thought. It never occurred to her, not a single time, that she might be frightening Lisa. That was the last thing she wanted.

Dani reached out to touch her cheek. "I... I'm sorry. Lisa, I don't mean to..."

"Don't...!" She recoiled. "...Don't touch me! Dani... I can't do this anymore. I don't... I don't want to see you... or be with you... or anything else. So please just... leave me alone."

Lisa hurriedly unlocked the stall door and ran out; leaving a fairly perturbed Dani behind her.

**********

The last class before lunch break was one that Lisa shared with Nicole. When they met up with each other for History Nicole seemed to pick up quick that something wasn't quite so right with Lisa. The blonde dodged the few questions that Nicole levelled at her because of that though. What happened with Dani in the toilets earlier had shaken her, but it hadn't weakened her resolve to keep secret Dani's existence from her friend. If anything the whole thing hardened her resolve to do that.

Because of that Lisa spent most of the class focusing on her studies. She didn't want to daydream anymore after a big fight. It distracted her and drew attention to her; what's worse was that Lisa knew Nicole might question her about it if she wafted off on one of her daydreams in front of her. If that were to happen then Nicole would know something was wrong and, considering what kind of person she was, wouldn't let up until she found out what the problem was. If that happened Lisa would be forced to lie to her and she didn't want that. So Lisa tried and was somewhat successful in keeping down her sentiments and anxieties about Dani.

While the crotchety Mrs. Swirlin gassed on continually about the consequences of the Trans-Atlantic Slave Trade on the US, Lisa felt a little like her old studious self again.

An hour later Lisa and Nicole (as well as the other twenty or so students) sighed with relief at the ringing of the bell. They packed up and retreated from her room to the corridors. The two girls then went off to get lunch. It was the same as it always was; a loud marking ground for high school sub-culture that Lisa took as more of a chore than a relief. And like usual she and Nicole were forced to wait around on the tail end of a lengthy line of fellow students before being served. When they finally were seen to, Lisa got herself a wholemeal tuna sandwich, a carton of milk, and a red apple. Nicole (ever the avid fan of junk food) had a cheeseburger, a side of potato wedges, a pudding cup and a can of Coca-Cola. However when they left the line and turned to the doors that allowed them outside they saw budding droplets of water pattering against their glass. Those droplets soon became a downpour. It was raining outside.

"Crap," Swore Nicole, holding up her tray. "I guess we'll have to eat in here today. Is that cool?"

Lisa bit her lip nervously. It wasn't cool but it wasn't like they had much choice either. She nodded. Nicole nodded back and scanned the tables for a free one. There was a borderline empty table to the centre right (it's only occupant was a nerdish boy with an unsightly retainer, sitting alone -- neither of the girls knew him) so they headed for that one. Nicole and Lisa sat down around the other side of the table from the boy, who looked up from his plate of pasta salad only once before returning to it, and they started eating. Lisa was somewhat more nervous about it than usual but she tried hard not to let it show.

It didn't seem to be working. Before long Nicole asked her; "Are you okay?"

"Huh?"

"You seem stressed out."

Lisa fobbed it off. "No. I... I'm fine."

Nicole was understandably unconvinced. Yet before she opened her lips to question her further, she blinked when she saw someone approach their table and lean over Lisa. Lisa realized it only when she heard this girl press both her palms down on the table (the silver rings she was wearing made a kind of clacking sound). When she looked up her eyes went wide as saucers.

It was Dani... again.

"I really need to talk to you again," Dani spoke urgently. "I have to explain."

Lisa went rigid. The strength she found yesterday to break up with Dani disappeared even faster than it came. The only thing her mind registered was Dani standing between herself and Nicole. The ONE thing she had wanted to maintain was distance between the two and now they were right here in front of her. Lisa's blue eyes swung in Nicole's direction. The brunette stared oddly at Dani, clearly wondering who she was. Lisa then cast her gaze back at Dani herself -- who was waiting for a reply.

"Well?" Chipped Dani. "Are you coming?"

Lisa was so stunned she was speechless. Her throat actually felt dry, so dry in fact that when she tried to say something she found that she couldn't. The previous infirmness came back down on her like a weight in her stomach and she was rendered unable to say or do a thing. Fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately) Nicole was.

"...Can we help you...?" She said with probing confusion.

"...Heh. `Can we help you?'..." Dani's hands balled while her lips pulled an angry grin the very second Nicole spoke to her. Thus a new dimension of tenseness opened up as Dani turned from Lisa to Nicole. "Do I look like I need your help?"

Nicole gave a half-chuckle. "...Um... kinda..."

"...You think you're so fucking perfect, don't you?"

"...Excuse me?"

"Did I stutter?" Retorted Dani.

"What the hell is your problem?"

"You wanna know what my problem is?" Chipped Dani. "My problem is stuck-up, more-money-than-brains bitches like you who can't mind their fucking own. That's what my goddamned problem is."

The half-eaten cheeseburger Nicole had been holding hit her tray. Both Lisa and the boy with the retainer looked on (Lisa was terrified but the boy was just understandably curious) as Nicole rose from her chair with a sneer and angrily faced off with Dani.

Nicole didn't show the slightest instance of fear about Dani's having an inch over her. "You've got a big mouth, you know that? Now I don't know what your issue is and to be honest I couldn't give damn. But Lisa's my friend and you're bothering her. So just buzz off, alright?"

Dani smirked angrily at her before giving her a shove. "You wanna make me?"

Lisa was petrified but still unable to say or do anything, even as Nicole staggered back, startled but not baited. But the Milligan girl's left hand balled into a restraining fist. She suppressed her anger, willing it not to consume her, and she replied tersely, "I'm not gonna fight you."

"Yeah, I guessed not." Dani bit acidly. "You might break a nail or mess up your hair or something. You might even end up in a wheelchair; like that crippled Dad of yours."

Even with the calmest of souls, the most pacifistic of priests, there was always something, just one thing, that when said, provoked them in ways they themselves probably wouldn't have imagined. Nicole's trigger was her Dad. And Lisa's apprehension burst into overpowering horror when she and about twenty other people from surrounding tables overheard the auburn-haired girl scream "You bitch!" right before she literally bolted over the table and threw herself at Dani.

There was a clattering of chairs and scraping of table legs against floors, as well as screaming and shouting, the moment Nicole and Dani tumbled to the floor and started fighting. The sound dampened all the chatter and laughter of the kids around it and soon everyone in the cafeteria, more than 170 people, started to dash and gather around the pair. A huge crowd developed around them, the younger of the group shouting "Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!" amid a chorus of teenage roars and cheers that swept across the cafeteria in waves. Lisa, who by now was out of her chair, struggled to make her way to the front of the pack. It was too tight to move through them and was held back two lines behind the fight itself. But between the heads of two jeering jocks she saw Dani and Nicole rolling over the floor, surrounded by discarded food and overturned tables.

Lisa's heart was in her throat. By now Nicole was on her back, kicking and thrashing, while Dani rolled over and mounted her from above. The taller girl drew back her fist and smacked Nicole across the face with it. Lisa winced -- at both at the impact and Nicole`s hurt cry. But as soon as Dani pulled back her other fist her face jerked to one side when Nicole slapped her across it. She reeled, enough for Nicole to grab her by the neck and push Dani off of her. Then Nicole immediately rolled on top of Dani, shrieking angrily, clutching bundles of her jet black hair and yanking viciously at them. Dani tried to smother the younger girl's face with her hands, yelling, "get the fuck off me!" or something to that effect -- at least as far as Lisa heard.

Lisa remained mute but her heart screamed internally. Her inner voice shouted, begged and pleaded for them to stop fighting, but it wasn't nearly enough. What bubbled up inside her was a both stark realization and a cold personal admission... that this was all her fault. If not for her none of this would be happening. Lisa shut her eyes and tried desperately to block out the giddy jeering of her student peers. She could feel her tears encroaching on her. In seconds she knew that if they didn't stop she'd burst into tears.

But that was before someone else got involved. A louder and more sophisticated voice shouted heavily over everyone else. Someone was yelling at Dani and Nicole to stop. Lisa opened her eyes and saw Mr. Stephens, the black Cultural Studies teacher, push his way through the throng and immediately foisted himself between Dani and Nicole as they tore into each other. With some difficulty he grabbed hold of Dani and pulled her off of Nicole -- who still had bundles of Dani's hair in her hands. Once she was up Mr. Stephens kept her at one side then pulled Nicole pulled off the floor. As soon as they were up they lunged at each other again. But Mr. Stephens was between them and extended both arms to keep them at distance from each other. They were both breathless and their clothes and hair were in disarray. Lisa silently thanked whoever needed to be thanked for his presence.

The multitude of kids around them started to calm down (with some of them groaning at Mr. Stephens for stopping the fight and others already debating which one of them had `won' the scrap). Because of that Lisa could now hear what was being said between them.

"Bitch!" Nicole yelled, irrespective of her teacher. "You ever talk about my Dad again, I'll kill you!"

"Yeah? I'd like to see you fucking try!" Retorted Dani, loudly.

"That's enough!" Mr. Stephens' powerful baritone voice overwhelmed them both. "I don't know who started this but its going to stop! Period! Understand? The pair of you, in my office, now!"

He released them. Dani and Nicole threw deathly glances at each other but did as they were told, and made their way out of the cafeteria. Both were so angry and breathless that neither one of them searched for Lisa in the crowd. And as for the crowds; Mr, Stephens' shook his head with a sigh and proclaimed to them, "Alright, alright. There's nothing to see here. All you kids go back to your tables. Now."

Everyone began to slowly disperse in the midst of collective clusters of laughs and chatter. Mr. Stephens then followed Dani and Nicole to his office. And while the high school flock had been satiated with yet another demi-gladiatorial fight, the girl at the centre of it all was left reeling and dazed. By the time one of the lunch ladies came up with a broom to sweep up the all food that had been thrown on the floor as a result of the fight, Lisa was the last one left still standing there. Her thoughts were running a mile a minute. But the one thing she thought without contest was the one thing that hurt her the most. It was the only thing marching through her brain, true or not.

This was all her fault.