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The first time her cell phone vibrated on the edge of the tiny bathroom sink, Beatrice ignored it. But the following three buzzes in quick succession were enough to pull her attention.
Beatrice released her grip on the toothbrush handle, her lips closing firmly over the bristled end keeping it in place between her teeth and cheek, bookmarking her task.
A couple more notifications vibrated in her hand as she picked up her phone and flipped it over to look at the screen.
Badass Nuns (+1 Bomb)
[6 new messages]
Beatrice swiped at the notification, unlocking her phone and she quickly began skimming the messages.
Camila
[Um, have you guys seen our new teammate???]
Yasmine
[I thought we weren’t gonna meet her until practice later]
Lilith
[Did you scare her off already?]
Michael
[New teammate?]
Camila
[I did not scare her off! I was just really excited to meet her so I looked her up on insta]
Lilith
[What's her name again?]
Beatrice rolled her eyes at the exchange and opted to finish brushing her teeth. It was way too early to deal with her friends’ shenanigans and, if she was honest, she hadn’t quite figured out how to break the news to them just yet.
She placed her phone back on the edge of the sink and resumed her task, making sure to get every nook and cranny before carefully spitting the toothpaste into the sink.
In the few minutes it took to rinse her mouth and wipe her face, Beatrice saw five new notifications.
Christ, do these guys take a break?
Swiping her phone again, she read the new messages.
Camila
[AVA SILVA!]
Camila sent them a link to an Instagram account. Beatrice opened the link and sees it's mostly candid photos of Ava doing different activities. She looks carefree and effortless in her photos. There’s no denying this girl was beautiful.
Yasmine
[Um…SHE IS BREATHTAKING]
Lilith
[No one this pretty should exist…apart from me.]
Michael
[I think I found the fuse to my bomb 😦😍]
Ok, this is getting out of hand.
Beatrice’s thumbs quickly moved across the glass screen, typing out her response.
Beatrice
[Uh guys?]
Beatrice tried to gather her thoughts on how to continue her message when a split second later, Camila sent them a screenshot of one of Ava’s selfies on her Instagram page. More messages immediately followed before she could even start typing again.
Camila
[My heart’s been stolen 😫]
Yasmine
[I call dibs 😘]
Michael
[No!! Mine.]
Lilith
[In your dreams]
Beatrice repeatedly typed and deleted her message before settling on something more simple.
Beatrice
[You’ve all gone mad]
Camila
[I gotta get to class but it’s on]
Lilith
[Please, none of you stand a chance]
Yasmine
[Guess we’ll just have to wait until after practice 👀]
Michael
[Ladies pls. I’ll be sweeping her off her feet in no time]
Camila reacted to Michael’s message with a Thumbs Down.
Yasmine
[🙄]
Lilith
[As if]
Beatrice knows she should intervene, that she should say something but her friends seem to have ignored her. She shook herself out of her thoughts and pocketed her phone before making her way across her dorm to gather her things for class.
They’ll figure it out eventually.
Beatrice had an hour before her last class of the day. As a creature of habit, she made her way across campus to the local coffee shop she had been frequenting the past 2 semesters.
Settling into her usual spot in the corner, she opened up her laptop to review the syllabus for her upcoming Latin Classics in Translation class but is instead greeted by an irksome chime. Beatrice winced at the ping, briefly startled, before quickly muting her laptop.
Oh, god. What now?
She sighed and reluctantly clicked the green icon with the red bubble indicating 11 new notifications.
Yasmine sent a screenshot of a tweet from Ava. “what the fuck is happening…”, it read.
Yasmine
[What could this mean??]
Camila
[Idk. I just followed her on all social media]
[😬]
Michael
[That's bold]
Lilith sent a screenshot of what appears to be Ava’s follower list on Instagram.
Lilith
[Like you didn’t go and do the same thing.]
[Did we all literally just follow her after this morning?]
Camila
[Every woman for themself!]
Michael
[I exist too you know]
Lilith
[I think you should remember it’s a privilege for you to be a part of this gc, Michael]
Yasmine
[Yeah. We could vote you out of the group like survivor]
Michael
[Ouch 💔]
Beatrice knows how her friends can get and she genuinely doesn’t want to scare off the new girl. She moved her mouse into the text box and typed out a message.
Beatrice
[You all need to chill out before practice.]
[Just at least pretend to be a bit normal?]
Beatrice doesn’t know what she expected but asking for normalcy was probably a reach.
The four girls were sitting in the middle of the pitch, doing their routine warm-up stretches. Other teammates were spread across the field doing the same, working on foot drills, or running laps.
“Oh my god. I think that’s her.” Camila said, practically vibrating with excitement.
“What? Where?” Yasmine asked, leaning up from her butterfly stretch position.
Lilith at least seemed to be a bit more casual. Slowly craning her neck around her shoulder to get a look.
Toward the sidelines, they could see their coach in the distance speaking with an unfamiliar girl dressed in their usual practice kits. Well...as unfamiliar as a girl everyone’s practically stalked on social media can be.
Camila gasped. “I think they’re coming here. Act natural!”
Lilith rolled her eyes. “You’re literally the only one being unnatural right now.”
Camila gave her a brief glare before resuming her seated pike stretch.
Their coach slowly approached the group, her stride commanding and graceful. A young girl with short brunette hair followed closely beside her, a welcoming smile greeting them.
“Girls,” Coach Suzanne announced their presence. The four sat up and greeted the pair with pleasantries.
“This is Ava,” the older woman motioned to the shorter girl next to her. “She’s joining us this year as the new striker.”
“Hey everyone!” Ava gave the group a short wave, her smile still wide and bright. “Nice to meet ya."
Camila immediately stood up and greeted Ava with a hug which briefly surprised the new girl before she returned the affection.
“Nice to meet you, Ava! I’m Camila.” Camila stated as she gently pulled away from the hug.
Ava gave her a polite smile, “Nice to meet you, Camila.”
Yasmine was not far behind as she got up and shook Ava’s hand excitedly.
“Hi! I’m Yasmine. So lovely to meet you, Ava. I’m a defender on the team. If you need anything at all, I’m happy to help whether that’s on the field or just regular things, I’m your gal. Have you visited our locked rooms yet? Sometimes the–”
“Yasmine,” their coach interrupted. “You’re rambling, again.”
“Ah, I’m so sorry. I tend to do that when I’m nervous,” Yasmine said sheepishly, shying away from the coach’s gaze and letting go of Ava’s hand when she realized she was still shaking it.
Ava gave her a smile. “All good! I get it, I’ve done some pretty embarrassing things myself when I’ve been nervous.
"Not that…what you just did was embarrassing,” Ava backtracked. “Just that uh…I get it.”
Ava rubs the back of her neck. “Sorry, lots of excitement myself. I just wanna get ramped up as much as I can before the season starts.”
Yasmine opened her mouth, about to respond, when Lilith lightly shoulder-checked out of the way to position herself in front of Ava, her hand delicately placed between them.
“I’m Lilith,” she asserted. Ava shook her hand, recognizing the name.
“Lilith, nice to meet you! Heard lots of great things.”
“Of course you have.” Lilith proudly stated, straightening her shoulders. “If you really want to ramp up as you say, you can practice with me. I’ve been training practically my whole life to be this good. We can’t afford any deadweight on the team.”
“Uh,” Ava knitted her eyebrows, unsure if she was just indirectly insulted. “Yeah, I definitely plan on pulling my own weight around here. Guess you could say I’m very...goal oriented.”
Ava looked to Coach Suzanne with a grin, very proud of her own joke but all the older woman returned was a deadpan and quirked brow.
Meanwhile, Camila broke out in laughter and gave Ava a light slap on the shoulder. “You’re so funny, Ava!”
Beatrice didn’t even realize she was pinching the bridge of her nose in embarrassment at the interactions unfolding in front of her until their coach called out to her.
Beatrice broke out of her thoughts and pushed herself up off the ground, slowly approaching the shorter brunette like she was afraid any sudden movements might scare her off.
“Sorry, I’m–” Beatrice leads when Ava interrupts her.
“Beatrice,” Ava finished for her with gentle eyes and a radiant smile, extending her hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you, too.”
Beatrice was disarmed by her charming smile but quickly recovered and returned a subtle smile as she shook her hand. “All good things, I hope.”
“The best,” Ava replied still holding Beatrice’s gaze, never looking away, something unspoken being said between the two.
“Uh, well. Seems like we’re,” Beatrice paused briefly, “kicking off to a great start. Glad to have you on the team,” Beatrice said with a nod as she finally broke eye contact and released Ava’s hand, immediately missing the contact.
Ava pulled her lips between her teeth trying her best not to chuckle at the pun. It was Lilith’s turn to groan at the exchange as Yasmine and Camila giggled.
“Alright,” Coach Suzanne started. “I’d like you girls to show Ava the ropes around here. Get her up to speed on our drills and routines.
“We only have a couple of weeks before our first match but I’m sure Ava’s a quick learner,” Coach nods towards Ava fondly who responds with an eager nod of her own. “With that said, I’ll leave you girls to it. We’ll do some drills in ten minutes.”
Camila and Yasmine verbalized their confirmation with a “Yes, Coach.” and a “Sounds good!” as Coach Suzanne looked at all of them before taking her leave.
Lilith subtly squinted her eyes at Beatrice as Yasmine and Camila struck up a conversation with Ava. It’s not enough for anyone else to notice but Beatrice herself.
Beatrice was about to ask her what she was looking at when they heard someone approach from behind.
Michael slowed his jog to a stop as he came up to the group.
“Hey,” he greeted breathily. “Is this the new girl?” He motioned to Ava briefly before placing his hands on his knees to catch his breath.
Beatrice shook her head in disbelief. Where did he even come from?
“Jesus, Michael,” Lilith said disapprovingly, “I seriously wonder how you made the men’s team if you’re tired from that short jog.”
“Okay, ouch,” Michael said, feigning injury as he placed his hand over his heart.
Lilith rolled her eyes as Camila introduced Ava to him.
“Yes, this is Ava,” Camila said as she draped her arm over Ava’s shoulders.
Ava gave him a short wave and a smile. “That’s me!”
“Pleasure to meet you, Ava,” Michael said as he leaned into the pseudo-circle they had formed to shake her hand. “I play on the men’s soccer team but they can’t keep me away from these girls.”
Beatrice, Lilith, Yasmine, and Camila all groaned. Yasmine playfully shoved him as they all start to gibe at each other.
While the others are distracted, Beatrice looked across the group at Ava who catches her gaze. Beatrice gives her an apologetic look. Ava just smiles in return and sends her a wink before tuning back into the group’s continuous roasting of Michael.
Beatrice prays that no one else noticed the blush creeping up her neck.
It has been a week since Ava was introduced to the team. A week of Beatrice watching her friends trying to date Ava. Keyword: “trying”. Failing miserably at trying to date Ava is probably a more accurate description.
The first day after meeting her, Yasmine asked Ava if she wanted to go to the museum with her. Ava excitedly agreed since she hadn’t been yet. But the rest of the group was adamant it didn’t count since Yasmine told Ava she had to go for a history class assignment. Thus, it was not explicitly a date.
Nevertheless, Yasmine argued it was and the usually hesitant girl confidently tweeted afterward.
🌸Yasmine🌸
@bornconfused
invitations to my wedding anyone?
——
Camila✨(@CaptainCamila)
replying to @bornconfused
We’re telling jokes now?
——
Lilith 💅😈 (@lilith)
Replying to @bornconfused
someone’s delusional~
——
💣 Michael (@MiGuelChael)
Replying to @bornconfused
Someone call Beatrice we need backup
Beatrice couldn’t help but chuckle at her phone reading the tweets. This was all getting kind of ridiculous but Beatrice gained newfound confidence and decided to write a tweet herself.
Beatrice
@beatrice
I’m giving away my friends for free
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Beatrice (@beatrice)
Replying to @beatrice
But bet game on 🙈
——
Lilith 💅😈 (@lilith)
Replying to @beatrcie
I thought you weren’t joining us…?
The following day, Camila asked Ava out for drinks. The pair seemed to enjoy each other’s company if Camila’s Instagram stories were any indication. It was all smiles and friendly cheek kisses. Beatrice tried not to let the sharpness in her chest consume her.
Two days after Camila and Ava’s “date”, Lilith surprised everyone by knocking on Ava’s door. How she found Ava’s dorm, not even Ava knows. Unsurprisingly, though, Lilith’s idea of a date was training on their day off. The group chat insisted that was even less of a date than Yasmine’s.
Lilith 💅😈
@lilith
I just had the best day today…but a day is too short with @ava.silva
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ava ☀️ (@ava.silva)
Replying to @lilith
can you show me more moves next time? 🤭
Michael immediately tweeted after that.
💣 Michael
@MiGuelChael
Move. My turn
——
Camila✨(@CaptainCamila)
replying to @MiGuelChael
🥱🥱🥱
——
Lilith 💅😈 (@lilith)
Replying to @MiGuelChael
That wasn’t you trying when you got rejected to sit with her at lunch? Okay then…
——
🌸Yasmine🌸 (@bornconfused)
Replying to @MiGuelChael
Looks like the child is whining
——
💣 Michael (@MiGuelChael)
Replying to @bornconfused
SHUT UP ALL OF YOU!!
Michael decided to ask Ava out for drinks as well. The only problem was – he didn’t drink. But Ava’s polite and Michael is full of confidence. They all had too much confidence, actually.
Beatrice was the last to leave the pitch after today’s practice. The start of a new semester always gave her a bit of added stress and nothing calmed her down like quality time on the soccer field. She told their coach she just needed to blow off some steam. Coach Suzanne raised her eyebrow but didn’t question her further.
Beatrice walked into the empty locker room, her cleats in hand. She grabbed a towel from the nearby rack and started wiping the back of her neck, sweaty from the extra hour of drills she’d worked on.
She dropped her cleats on the floor as she entered the combination to her locker and pulled out her phone.
Badass Nuns (+1 Bomb)
[8 New messages]
These guys are relentless.
Beatrice unlocked her phone to read the messages.
Michael
[She’s my future 🥰🥰]
Lilith
[I’ll stay humble and let you dream on]
Camila
[I won’t spit on you today]
Yasmine
[She’s gonna pick me]
Camila
[You’re going down]
Lilith
[Prepare my crown for when I win 🥰]
Michael
[you’ve got no chance]
Yasmine
[dont cry when I win 🙊]
Normally, Beatrice hated keeping secrets from her friends but this was getting to be pretty entertaining. She replied back with yet another unassuming text.
Beatrice
[This is absurd]
Beatrice shook her head with a smile as she locked her phone and placed it back in her locker. She leaned on the frame as she finished removing her socks.
She was about to head to the showers when someone entered the room and called out to her. “Bea?”
Beatrice instantly recognized the angelic voice.
“I’m here,” Beatrice announced, her voice echoing off the walls.
Ava turned the corner and found Beatrice in the middle of the row of lockers as she placed her towel on the bench.
“Hey,” Ava slowly approached Beatrice with her hands behind her back, walking in an almost sultry way until she was right in front of Beatrice.
Ava’s no longer dressed in her practice kit, opting for jeans and halter top. All signs of the earlier practice are no longer present.
“Hey,” Beatrice tried really hard to form words and thankfully she succeeded. “I thought we weren’t meeting up ‘til later.”
Ava gave her a petulant look, her face only inches away from Beatrice’s now. “I know but I missed you.”
Beatrice can’t help but smile at her, leaning down to close the distance between them. She closed her eyes and her lips met…a finger?
Beatrice opened her eyes, her lips puckered against Ava’s index finger held in the small space between their faces.
“I don’t kiss before the first date,” Ava teased.
Beatrice leaned back with an amused look. Ava’s bottom lip is tucked between her teeth, a tell that Beatrice registers as Ava using quite a bit of discipline to deny Beatrice a kiss. Beatrice knows how to play this game.
“Speaking of dates, I heard you and Michael had a good time yesterday,” Beatrice bantered, giving Ava a pointed look.
Ava rolled her eyes and slowly wrapped her arms around Beatrice’s neck, bringing them close once again. Beatrice instinctively placed her hands on Ava’s hips like the many times she’s done before.
“Bea, I’ve gone on a date with every one of them,” Ava stated, saying ‘date’ in a mocking tone. “I think you’re the only one left. Aren’t you gonna ask me out?”
Beatrice chuckled at Ava’s pouting. “Is that not what we’ve been doing for the past 2 months?”
Ava grumbled. “It’s been a few days. Don’t you think we should tell them about us?”
Beatrice is weak to Ava’s pout but she resists. “Oh, they deserve it. Let me have a little fun.”
“Who are you and what have you done with Beatrice?”
“I think…” Beatrice said as she slowly inched closer to Ava. “…you’ve been a bad influence on me,” Beatrice teased as she kissed Ava’s cheek.
“I won’t lie,” Ava said. “You do look adorable when you’re jealous.”
Beatrice slowly moved her kisses down to Ava’s neck. Her motions became more deliberate. Ava held back a moan.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Beatrice says in between kisses.
Ava moved her hand up Beatrice’s neck until it was just under her bun, playing with the loose hairs there.
“Well, I think…” Ava said, mocking Beatrice’s earlier tone as she removed the taller girl’s hair from its knot, forcing Beatrice to pull back as her hair fell. “You need a shower.”
Beatrice chuckled softly, “I was just about to do that when you decided to distract me.”
“Well then,” Ava unfurled herself from Beatrice’s embrace. She stepped aside, giving Beatrice a suggestive look. “Lead the way.”
Beatrice tried her best to ignore the pressure just below her navel as she picked her towel up from the bench. Beatrice purposefully glided past Ava even though there was plenty of space for her to move around the other girl.
Ava followed closely behind as Beatrice turned the corner and stopped in front of the row of showers.
“Well, this is me,” Beatrice joked.
Ava wrapped her arms around Beatrice’s waist. “Aren’t you gonna invite me in?” the shorter girl joked back.
“Ava,” Beatrice warned, her voice an octave lower and her resolve diminishing. “This is a public locker room.”
“No one’s around.” Ava teased, playing with the hem of Beatrice’s practice jersey.
Beatrice doesn’t take her eyes off Ava as she worked the jersey up over Beatrice’s head tossing the article somewhere behind her, leaving Beatrice in her sports bra and shorts.
“What did I say,” Beatrice said as she gently placed her hand on Ava’s hips, turning them around and leading her backward until Ava’s back is against the cold tile of the shower stall. “You’re a bad influence.”
Ava’s pupils are enlarged, her breathing shallow and her mouth slightly parted. Ava had a witty retort but she had quickly forgotten it. She reached a hand to the back of Beatrice’s neck, inching it upward until her hands are threaded in the taller girl’s hair. Beatrice clenched her jaw in anticipation. Ava swallowed thickly before finally giving in and closed the distance, connecting their lips in a bruising kiss.
Beatrice let out a guttural moan as their lips touched. She might’ve been embarrassed if Ava wasn’t equally as desperate for her. The kiss was intense but not too rough.
It all becomes a blur but Ava managed to get rid of her top and jeans as Beatrice blindly pulled the shower curtain closed, her lips barely leaving Ava’s.
“I thought you didn’t kiss on the first date,” Beatrice taunted in between kisses.
Ava just rolled her eyes, pulling Beatrice back in. “Please just shut up and kiss me.”
Beatrice smiled against Ava’s lips, a rare victory for her.
What felt like hours of lips and tongues dancing was, in reality, only a few minutes. Beatrice’s hands started to roam and Ava’s hips started to move on Beatrice’s strategically slotted leg between hers. Their kisses became more and more sloppy, opting to gasp and moan in between instead.
Ava sunk against the wall, Beatrice’s hand keeping her in place and guiding her rocking hips, encouraging her. By some miracle, Ava had enough awareness to reach for the shower knob, the cold water finally beating down on them and around them, drowning out their desires.
When Beatrice returned to her dorm, fresh and clean, she plopped down on her bed with a huge smile on her face.
She reached for the phone in her pocket and opened Twitter, typing out a new tweet.
Beatrice
@beatrice
I’ve already won this race 🥱
The replies from her friends followed almost instantly.
Beatrice
@beatrice
I’ve already won this race 🥱
——
Lilith 💅😈 (@lilith)
Replying to @beatrice
You haven’t even left the starting line? Catch up.
——
Camila✨(@CaptainCamila)
replying to @beatrice
All talk now walk
——
💣 Michael (@MiGuelChael)
Replying to @beatrice
How’s our dust looking back there?
——
🌸Yasmine🌸 (@bornconfused)
Replying to @beatrice
Someone’s upset they’re losing 🤭
Beatrice is not usually one to revel in pride but she can’t help herself this time, smiling as each notification came through.
Sundays are their days. A time reserved for Beatrice and Ava to just be. No school, no work, no practice. But Beatrice is still a creature of habit and decided to take Ava to her favorite coffee shop for brunch.
They sat in Beatrice’s usual spot in the corner, just talking about everything and nothing over coffee and croissants. Beatrice savors these moments and just soaks in Ava’s smiles and laughs reserved for her and only her.
“How about a soft launch?” Ava asked holding up her phone as Beatrice sipped her coffee.
“Soft launch?” Beatrice asked curiously.
“Yeah,” Ava put her phone down. “It’s like a sneak preview before someone goes official with their boo on social media.”
Beatrice placed her coffee back down with a smile. “You really wanna do this, huh?”
Ava gave her a defeated look. “Yes, Bea. Everyone’s so nice but I don’t know how many more ‘dates’ I can go on with your friends.” Ava used heavy air quotes as she said the word ‘dates’.
“Lilith took me to a kickboxing class,” Ava says exasperated. “Which honestly would’ve been fun if she wasn’t so intense and competitive about beating her partner during sparring sessions.”
Beatrice laughed softly as she shook her head.
“To clarify — I’m her partner, Bea,” Ava emphasized her point. “I’m usually all for hot women beating me up but not like that. I’ve got bruises on my butt.”
Beatrice actually let out a deep laugh that time. “Okay okay. I think you all have suffered enough.”
Ava let out a dramatic sigh of relief as she leaned back in her chair and clasped her hands together.
“Thank you, Jesus,” Ava proclaimed to the ceiling.
Beatrice smiled fondly. “So how do we do this then?”
Ava straightened up. “Well, we don’t want to reveal who you are yet so maybe something subtle.”
Ava noticed Beatrice’s hand on the table placed carefully on the coffee cup handle and gets an idea.
“Here, hold my hand across the table,” Ava said as she placed her left hand on the table in front of Beatrice’s.
Beatrice complied and gently took Ava’s hand, holding it above her own. Ava reached for her phone with her right and held it above the table, angling the camera just right before taking the photo.
Beatrice raised the back of Ava’s hand to her lips, placing a soft kiss before releasing her.
Ava gave her a look. “You absolute cheeseball.”
Beatrice just smiled back. “How’s it look?”
Ava turned the phone screen towards Beatrice with a proud smile. “Super subtle and the perfect soft launch photo.”
Beatrice has to agree. Their hands and arms are perfectly framing the coffee and croissants on the table with nothing clearly giving away her identity.
Beatrice gave Ava an approving look. “They’re going to lose their minds when you post that.”
Ava tapped away at her phone for a few minutes while Beatrice patiently watched.
“Andddd…” Ava gave one final tap on her screen, “…done.”
Beatrice received a notification on her phone just moments after.
Instagram
[ava.silva posted a new Story]
Beatrice swiped at the notification and saw the same photo she saw moments ago. This time with a small caption at the bottom: “I like the way my hand fits in yours ❤️”
Beatrice looked up from her phone, Ava smiling back at her expectantly.
“So? What do you think?”, Ava wiggled her eyebrows.
“And you call me a cheeseball?”
“Okay, but we’re each other’s cheeseball.”
Beatrice softly chuckled. She still has moments of disbelief that Ava Silva is hers.
“I guess now we wait. I’d bet my life the nuns have their notifications on for you too.”
“Yeah, what’s up with that by the way?” Ava asked. “Your group chat name being ‘badass nuns plus one bomb’?”
“Well, the bomb part is easy,” Beatrice started. “One time, Michael got so drunk at a bar he just started running around proclaiming ‘he’s the bomb’ and ‘he’s looking for his fuse.' But he got so intense at one point he scared off a bunch of girls, they almost called the cops.”
Beatrice reminisced fondly on the memory. “That was last year and he had such a bad hangover he promised not to drink since.”
“Ah, that explains why he only drank water at the bar,” Ava chuckled.
Beatrice nodded before continuing. “As for the ‘nuns’ part, that’s a bit more complicated. During soccer camp a couple years ago, Camila lost a bet and–”
But Beatrice’s story was cut short as her phone started buzzing on the table.
“Well speak of the little devils,” Beatrice stated as she picked up her phone. Ava eagerly looked over to get a peek.
Badass Nuns (+1 Bomb)
[4 new messages]
Beatrice opened the texts and couldn’t help but grin watching the chaos unfold as new messages came in.
Camila
[wait a damn minute]
[check her story]
Yasmine
[SHES TAKEN?!?!?!?]
Michael
[WHAT.]
Camila
[who? who is it??]
Yasmine
[who is this lucky woman and what can I trade for ava? 😖]
Lilith
[we’ve been played like pawns...]
Michael
[I’m gagged 😦]
Camila
[wait... there’s only one mastermind that could’ve pulled this off]
Yasmine
[who?? who??]
Lilith
[SPILL]
Michael
[TELL US]
Beatrice was still smiling as she turned her phone towards Ava. “So much for a soft launch.”
Ava quickly read the messages, eyes skimming back and forth. “I guess the jig is up.”
“It was fun while it lasted,” Beatrice smiled as she typed her response.
Beatrice
[Hey guys]
[Say hi to my girlfriend Ava]
Beatrice motioned for Ava to sit next to her and so she picked up her chair and placed it next to Beatrice. Beatrice already had the camera ready when Ava sat back down.
Ava kissed Beatrice’s cheek before she looked back at the camera with a sultry smile as Beatrice took the photo of them.
“Send them a silly one, too,” Ava instructed and Beatrice was more than happy to oblige.
Ava pointed her nose up with her finger and Beatrice mimicked her, snapping another photo. The pair laughed at the photo before sending it to the group chat.
Beatrice looked at Ava affectionately before leaning in for a peck.
“I think I kinda love you,” Beatrice declared as she leaned back.
Ava feigned shock, clutching at her imaginary pearls. “Beatrice, are you...going soft on me? Are you feeling sick?”
Ava places the back of her wrist on Beatrice’s forehead, Beatrice giggling at Ava’s antics.
“Oh my, you’re burning up. I think we need to get you to the hospital,” Ava says, maintaining her act.
“You’re ridiculous,” Beatrice asserted as she caught Ava’s hand on her forehead, maneuvering it to weave her fingers with her own.
Ava grinned as she leaned in for a kiss.
“Yeah, I guess I kinda love you, too,” Ava affirmed. “But please, God. No more dates with your friends.”
“No more dates except with me,” Beatrice promised.
“I like the sound of that.”
Beatrice’s phone vibrated on the table again but this time continuously. She looked at the screen and sees it’s a group FaceTime call.
“You gonna get that?” Ava asked.
“They can wait. It’s just you and me today,” Beatrice reassured as she leans in for one more kiss.
FaceTime
[3 Missed Call from badass nuns (+1 bomb)]
badass nuns (+1 bomb)
[23 new messages]
Instagram
[ava.silva mentioned you in their story]
——————————————————
Lilith
[Beatrice, pick up your phone you little shit]
Yasmine
[How could you do this to us??]
Michael
[Betrayal of the highest order]
Camila
[Son of a bitch]
[But lowkey you guys are cute 🥺]
Lilith
[Whose side are you on, Camila?]
Yasmine
[Wait, is this why she wouldn’t go to the renaissance fair with me? 😣]
Camila
[No one's going on a road trip to the renaissance fair with your driving, Yasmine]
Michael
[Can’t believe I told her she’s the fuse to my bomb 🤦🏼]
Lilith
[Michael you deserve to get rejected]
Camila
[Pls tell me you didn’t actually say that]
Yasmine
[And sober? 👁️👄👁️]
Michael
[Yeah, she seemed very…not interested after that 😔]
Yasmine
[Something about the fact she was already dating Beatrice this whole time tells me she wasn’t interested in any of us]
Lilith
[Beatrice you need to answer for your crimes!]
Camila
[Yeah!]
[Like how did you even meet? I bet it was cute 🥺]
Lilith
[Not those kinds of answers camila]
Yasmine
[Wait]
[Was this the girl you said you met at the soccer camp this summer? 🫢]
Michael
[Oh that makes so much sense 😲]
Lilith
[Fuck how did we not put this shit together sooner]
Camila
[Ava distracted us with her cute face and excellent cheekbones]
Beatrice
[I told you, you’re running a losing race]
my ava <3 was added to the group chat
Yasmine
[OMG OMG OMG OMG]
my ava <3
[HEYYY GUYSSS]
[It was pretty funny right?]
Lilith
[Fuck you]
Michael
[Ava just give me one chance please]
Beatrice
[Michael I’m still in the group chat]
[I can still beat your ass]
Camila
[She will*]
Yasmine
[FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT]