lanajvmeson:
Lana let out a gasp. “Ooooh, ouch! Branded a thing on main by Rebecca Stevens… Branded a beast, I say! A stinky little beast.” Hips swaying with the bass coursing through the villa’s terrain, it was a surprise all of the surrounding grapes hadn’t trembled off into the soil of the vineyard, squished underfoot by wobbly, inebriated steps. Inevitably, tomorrow, the visiting population of Yates would be waking to some form of noise complaint. Each night seemed to outdo the last. A crescendo they could never seem to reach. “You know, Becca,” Lana began, half in singsong, kicking up a spray of water with the tip of a red cowboy boot. There was a fluidity to her movements that almost made her ballet training obvious, yet Lana lacked the necessary control to master the craft, always far too free, too spontaneous. “You talk, like, a lotta shit about the fact I like to cum. Kinda makes you sound like you’re not doing enough of it,” earned a whoop from the man she’d been dancing with, hand moving to idly paw a tendril from her cheek, faintly damp from a wayward splash. A passing partygoer thumped into Becca, unsteady on their feet, somewhat closing her distance to the fountain, and like a lightbulb had blinked to life overhead, Lana sprang closer to the edge. Leaned into it, hands cupping stone to support her weight. “Okay, though, I’ll bite. I love the whole reborn in the water vision. Let’s have a baptism.” It barely felt plausible that enough time had passed for a single heartbeat, yet somehow, an entire row of dominos collapsed into place: Lana’s hand grabbing Becca’s, a corresponding lurch to pull her in, so hard and sure it could’ve easily popped something from a socket, should she have any real strength to her. She didn’t particularly estimate the landing well, because her legs buckled with it, sending them both flopping down, Lana briefly submerged. Soaked. Surfacing with a bewildered splutter, it quickly dissolved into a laugh, pushing Becca off her enough that she could blink in disarray. The roars of surrounding spectators almost drowned her voice out. It rose to compensate. “Ugh, you’re right! You’re so, so right! Just what I needed! I loved it!”
it was sad to see that even in a foreign country, becca found everyone just as annoying. the students of yates had a tendency to make any place their personal frat house, as if they were modern day colonizers invading a place just to make it as unbearable as the last. “maybe those gossip bitches were right and you really are obsessed with me. you’re not my type, jameson, so maybe you should stop crying on your instagram story every two months and we can all move forward.” even though becca had a resting bitch face and the eyes of dexter, there were still people dumb enough to come and speak to her, like they’d been friends all their life and becca was just waiting for next piece of hot gossip on lana jameson. frankly she felt that her life would be marginally better with lana out of it, which had become painstakingly obvious in every interaction they had. “yeah, you’re on ow—” just as becca has turned around, she was pulled back, startled by lana grabbing her. her guard had been down naturally, which was exactly how she found herself drenched in dirty fountain water, right next to lana. the loud splash had surely caused a crowd to form around the two, with people having nothing better to do than watch whatever would happen next. even as she was wet from head to toe, the outfit she’d so carefully picked out for her day utterly ruined, becca was still, almost too still. it wasn’t because she hadn’t had a reaction to it, it was because she was still processing that lana freakin’ jameson had really pulled her into a fountain. but the moment the inital shock had passed, becca was stuck between drowning lana or pounding her head against the pavement she’d only nearly missed. both were terrible, dangerous options, especially in front of the many spectators, so becca did the next best thing. she lifted her hand up, swiping it forcefully across lana’s cheek, both the sound and the action itself sending a gasp throughout the crowd behind them. “what were you saying before? me being the peanut butter to your jelly? because you’re more like the bug to fly swatter.” her words were filled with venom, resisting the urge to further assault lana in front of what felt like half of the yates student body. “are you an idiot? did your parents not like you enough and dropped you on your head thinking it’d fix your shitty personality?”











