“Oh my fucking god.” Bette muttered under her breath.

“Oh my fucking god.” She muttered again, louder and with her hand over her mouth.

Helena immediately felt a surge of jealous course through her body from seeing Bette kiss someone else.

What does that kiss even mean? Was it just her own wishful thinking that Bette had feelings for her? Or was this girl just a fling for Bette?

Helena couldn’t bear to stay any long. Her thoughts and emotions were all mixed up.

Before Helena could walk away or Sierra could say anything, Bette stumbled unto her feet and dashed out of the room and towards the bathroom.

She slammed the door shut and headed straight for the toilet, puking her guts out.

Beer and weed was a very bad idea.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the door, both Helena and Sierra stood awkwardly next to each other, listening to Bette vomit all that crap she had taken into her body earlier on.

When the gagging sounds subsided, they both asked simultaneously and awkwardly,

“Are you alright, Bette?”

“Are you okay, Bette?”

The two of them leaned forward to press their ears against the door to listen for a response.

“I’m fi… Bluaghh…”

Bette began to throw up again.

Both Helena and Sierra were now facing each other, with the sides leaning against the bathroom door.

Awkward.

Helena wasn’t sure of what to say or do. She remained quiet as she studied the girl’s facial features. Helena hated to admit it but she was definitely attractive and cute and she had kissed Bette.

Helena wanted to unleash that bitchy side of her right now. She wanted to pull her hair out and tell her to back off and leave Bette alone. She wanted to…

“I’m Sierra.” The girl put her hand out, giving her a friendly smile, shaking Helena out of her thoughts. 

“Pleasure to meet you,” Helena took Sierra’s hand and gave it a firm shake then putting on her best fake friendly smile, she said “I’m Helena.”

“Nice to meet you too.”