Previously on Hazed & Confused:

Carmen stood on Bette’s front porch watching the whole scene unfold. She knew she shouldn’t be watching but something kept her there, starring into the window of her past/part-time lover. The envy began to rise up in her throat and she felt like she would vomit. Bolting off the porch she made her way to her car and sped off. ‘Fuck Bette Porter who the hell does she think, she is.’

Chapter 14

Carmen was livid, her pride wounded and ego bruised. ‘That bitch’ She though to herself. She had no doubt in her mind that she was better than that slutty blonde. Where the hell did she come from? And who the hell did she think she was? Hording in on her Bette time, it had taken her a long time to get over Bette and that bitch made what she lost painfully obvious. Sitting on her couch and stewing in her own envy Carmen’s mind drifted back to their first meeting. Two years ago Bette had walked in to her small family owned restaurant, and stole her heart. Bette was a dream, with her unruly curls that danced recklessly around her shoulders, she seemed to glide rather than walk. They had hooked up immediately and spent the entire summer together honing their lesbianism. They fit together perfectly; Bette was a meticulous lover, taking her time to memorize every inch of her body. Carmen on the other hand was full of passion, fueling the untamed machine that was their lovemaking. Carmen’s desire for Bette was insatiable, with them spending countless hours locked away under their bed sheets. Confined to her own silence she fought with her heart over whether or not she was truly over Bette. She wanted to be over her but there remained this unabashed desire for Bette that would never leave; some say it was the Porter magic, a never ending craving for the spectacular woman. But that was of no consequence, did Bette really expect her to wait around for her sporadic call, then come running like a desperate puppy, only to be turned away at the door. “Punta” Carmen spewed out loud to an empty room. Thinking to herself ‘It’s settled’ she reached for her phone. If she couldn’t have Bette she would have the next best thing. Ms McCutheon
 and Bette shared the same legend of Being two of the most sought after and talented lesbos in L.A. Being with Shane would not only fill the void in her love life but she would also gain instant access to Bette’s inner circle. Dialing Bette’s number it went straight to the voicemail.