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“So, I don’t see your lover boy?” he looks around her when he knows very well that Billy Russo currently is with a leggy brunette.
Natasha deadpans, “We both know where is he, Rogers.”
“I would never understand how you can be with someone like him.”
Natasha turns to him, “Rogers, don’t you have a code?”
Steve doesn’t know why he cares about Natasha’s wellbeing: she likes being cold, manipulate bitch. Sometimes, he cares a bit about how many times Billy buried his face inside some random girls’ neck while the redhead waits for him. Besides, he’s not friends with Billy and you know what Godfather says about enemies and friends? Keep your friend close and your enemies closer. A real gentleman of Upper East Side (in Steve's case: half breed Brooklyn-Manhattan) follows this rule.
You know they’re super rich kids with nothing but fake friends. They keep alliances, not friends. It’s what good looking, rich teenagers of Upper East Side do, other than waste their parents’ money on material things and do bratty things to piss their grandparents. We can't help it.
"Code applies for me and my alliances, not one of my teammates, “He smiles against his champagne glass.
“Touché.”
“Come on, Romanoff, you didn’t answer my question.” Steve turns to her, locking eyes with her.
Blue eyes against her green ones and she knows she’s about to cry in front of him. Natasha is probably a bitch but Billy’s philandering ways turn her colder and crazier. Only she remembers she’s the queen of Shield Prep, nothing can make her cry in front of Steve Rogers, so she raises her head high and offers him a smile. Sometimes she considers Steve is kind of... decent if he's not completely whored himself out.
"Trust funds are very attractive, Rogers.”
He scoffs at her answer. “We all have trust funds.”
“Well, none is like Billy’s.” She reminds him.
Steve observes her with a boyish smile that won awards when they were in kindergarten. Those smiles are up for no good. “I have a proposition for you.”
“I’m not letting you seduce me, Rogers.”
“Aren’t you interested in making Russo jealous?”
She shoots him an intriguing look as she feels he grow closer to her, something catches her breath. Well, first of all, his scent is better than she expected. Was it Boss' fragrances? Second, the material of his suit touches her skin.
“Are you trying to create another scandal after the Peggy-Sharon -Steve triangle?”
In Steve Rogers' world, one of two Carter girls is never enough. Thank God, Peggy returned to England sooner than ever.
Steve fakes hurt, “ouch.”
“I’m stating a fact.” She smiles at him.
***
Billy Russo enters the party, fixing his tie and running a hand through his jet black hair. He cleans up nicely, despite the leggy brunette, and keeps himself (or his mouth) busy and none would notice what he has done earlier. It’s a curse in Russo’s family, we can’t be faithful!
He spots Natasha talking to Steve Rogers. He knows they couldn’t get along, no they loath each other. He walks up to her, places an arm around her waist and kisses her cheek.
“Hey, Nat.”
Natasha can smell of cheap perfume on him but forces a smile at him. She meets Steve’s eyes and he returns with a knowing smirk. She hates him for ruining her day for her.
“I see you guys have a civilian conversation.”
“Well, not entirely.”
“Well, your girlfriend warms up to me, Bill.”
Billy rolls his eyes, “I believe in you, Cap.”
Steve shrugs his shoulder, “Don't blame me if I steal your girl.”
“Oh, shut up.” Natasha couldn’t help herself blushing like a freshman.
Billy stares at Steve, who would love to drag him down. He admits that Steve is their school’s lacrosse team captain, replacing Frank Castle after he focuses for senior year, but he has no right to flirt with his girlfriend.
"Can we talk, Natasha?” Billy meets Steve’s eyes, gesturing him to drop his stupid grin now and leave.
Natasha feels like Billy’s gaze isn’t at all playful as before. That’s what happens when he’s being possessive over her. She’s not his.
Steve watches the exchange and knows exactly where it will end. Billy would drag her away and they will argue. He avoids dramas with Billy, since he can be quite crazy, and he couldn’t afford that.
“Well, I should meet up with the boys. See you later?”
“Thanks, man,” Billy says with a stern smile.
***
“Okay, I can’t believe Russo hasn’t tapped that ass. What’s wrong with her?” Grant Ward is watching Billy Russo running after Natasha.
Steve sits across Grant.
“She’s crazy.” Sam Wilson adds.
T'Challa passes flask to Bucky Barnes, “She’s so hot, I can’t blame Russo for trying.”
It’s common knowledge between jerks boys of Shield Prep Academy that Natasha’s virginity remains intact. No matter how desperate Billy Russo tries to get her V-card, she always finds one way to push him away. It’s emotional torture for them to find one of their own find their pride hurt.
“Maybe she needs a new person to volunteer,” Steve states casually.
Bucky shoots his childhood best friend a glare. He knows that Steve does not meant it, then again what the hell he supposed to know? This high school hierarchy has just blurred fucking everything.
"Come on, Barnes, don’t be so fucking uptight. Steve’s right about her.” Brock Rumlow clinks his glass with Steve. Both boys are laughing.
Sam Wilson kicks Bucky’s arm playfully, “Dude, chill, okay? Steve is joking. “
Bucky rolls his eyes, “Are you, Steve?” Bucky asks his friend sarcastically. “Who do you think should sleep with Romanoff?” His blue eyes turn icier.
He and Steve are staring at each other before Brock breaks them, because it can’t be less awkward than staring contest between them.
“Guys, how about a bet?” Grant Ward’s voice breaks the awkward silence.
Boom! The brunette grins maniacally at his friends. Sometimes, Steve wonders why Daisy even gave her valuable V-card to the guy. He's an asshole.
Brock and T'Challa are responding with a loud voice, “Fucking genius, Ward!”
“Guys, what the fuck?” Bucky shouts back. He doesn't need to like Natasha for seeing this as normalcy.
“Isn’t that too low level even for us?” Sam asks. Sam knows that he’s trash sometimes, but he has his limits. Brock and Grant are just two monsters disguised as privileged white boys.
“Wilson, we’re bored. What we supposed to do?” Brock smirks. “What do you think, Cap?”
Steve knows better that there is a thin line between pretending to be a jerk and being one. He’s not really into this bet until he realizes the object is none other than Natasha freaking Romanoff, she’s a reincarnation of Lilith. She (and her pack of minions) rules the school and drives everyone into insanity. Maybe, it’s time to ruin her life for once.
“Who is the lucky guy?” Steve asks. As long as they don’t...shit. Grant Ward is always up for dramas and his smile indicates nothing but disaster.
“Cap, you’re the only person who can have a civil conversation with her.” Grant meets his eyes with a grin on his face. “She forced Sk...I mean Daisy to break up with me.”
Because you’re a psychotic asshole, Ward?
Brock nods in agreement, “I mean she blackmailed me when I made eye contact with her and she sabotaged his date with Maria Hill last week right?” Brock turns to Sam who couldn’t stop drinking.
Bucky raises his eyebrow. “So… you’re saying that you decide when a girl will lose his virginity?”
“Why not? She’s a bitch.” Brock shrugs his shoulder.
Steve thinks this idea is kind of messed up. Yes, he disagrees about it, but when you’re in Shield Prep, you play by their rules: follow them or join ranks of a freak like Loki Laufeyson. None is as ballsy as Loki is. Besides, Natasha is a terrible person: how she rules the school with her minions and treats everyone like their nothing. When Yelena Belova tried to compete against her in their classes, she spread a rumor about her Chlamydia and #YelenaIsASlut became twitter trending topic. The poor girl has been shipped to some boarding school in Somewhere Land.
He hasn’t forgotten about one and only Elektra Natchios aka El, who supposes to be one of her best friends. The worst thing she has done: slept with Billy.
Steve is thinking because who wouldn't?
Grant grins, “How about one of us give you US$350? You can get…”
They know Steve is loaded, at least for his mother’s side, and he seems never worried about anything else. He could use the challenge. But, Steve thinks about other things, like how far will this bet be going.
“I’m not going to join this stupidity.” Bucky grabs flask then his suit jacket. “See you guys at practice on Monday!” He ignores them, including Steve and walks out of the room.
“Should we worry about Bucky?” T’Challa rolls his eyes. He knows that Bucky is being odd ever since he visited his annoying family at DC. God knows why he acts all intense and shit. His position at Yale is going to be 70% secured, just like the rest of his family.
Steve shrugs his shoulder, “Ignore him. Let’s focus on this bet.” Sometimes, Steve does stupid things for whatever reason he sees fits. But, he knows why Bucky acts all weird lately.
Sam and T'Challa exchanges look before sipping their drinks.
***
“We should talk about Steve.” Billy Russo offers Natasha her favorite drink but the fiery redhead throws it away, ruining his Gucci pristine white shirt. It’s not his fault that he had done the bartender last weekend.
Natasha has no time for him or talking about Steve with him. Everything involves him.
“We just talked, William.” Natasha throws him a glare.
“He tries to flirt with you...”
“He flirts with everything that moves!” She argues.
If you don't believe her, ask Scott Lang, rumor has said Steve deflowered him. You know friends help each other out.
“Come on, Natasha, you must be blind not to see how his eyes land on your thighs.”
“Are you trying to tell me I can’t wear short dresses?” She expresses her anger, forgetting how his puppy dog eyes used to mean everything to her. Like his perfect hair or cheekbone.
“It’s not what I mean...”
Natasha stares at him and throws another glass. The bartender who hadn’t slept with her boyfriend stares at her in disbelief. Woman, I stood here for less than 10 minutes and you already broke 2 glasses.
“He’s going to pay for it.” She says to the bartender before glances at her boyfriend. “Listen, Billy, I’m not the one who cheated with my...” Natasha couldn’t let herself sink into emotion and break into tears. “Forget it. I’m calling UBER now.” She takes her purse.
As usual, Billy pulls her arm possessively. Girls, it's why Olivia Pope become the mistress, she loved the brat so much. “I thought we have an understanding not to talk about it. You know what I feel for you?”
She laughs it off, “Do you?” She tries to release from his grip. Watching his face fall into some sort of emotion gives her a little closure. What he did last year hurt her so damn much until she forgets how much he means to her.
He releases his grip from her arm because he’s not going to win this battle. Not with her acting like this. “Let’s talk tomorrow, okay?” He assures her. “I’m not going to ditch you again.”
Natasha knows too well about all of his excuses or promises. But, Natasha can’t imagine herself broken up with him. They have been together for years, she loves him, and she has seen their future together. She’s going to be Mrs. Russo and she will support his politic career completely. She’s going to be the less tragic version of Jackie O.
No, she’s kidding. She won’t do that except for revenge. They hurt her so she should get back in return. Why not torture him? Besides, he’s the one who always begs her for mercy. He always returns to her, no matter how much she pushed him away.
He raises a hand to touch her face but she looks away. “I don’t know. Raincheck?” She forces a smile if he’s such a decent boy, he will know she’s lying. But, William Jefferson Russo isn’t one of the brightest boys in their school. Thank God, he’s so damn pretty!
“And let me take you home? It’s late, Natasha.” He sounds almost worried. Almost, ladies, the keyword is almost.
As proper Upper East Siders, we shouldn't take UBER ever. It's better we take a limousine from our cheating boyfriends than take an UBER. Take a note from one of our finest. Manolos and Choos deserve so much better, kids.
Natasha wouldn’t say no.
***
Natasha finds herself watching Spanish soap opera on Netflix with her favorite lemon cake. Screw her diet regime. She blames her Spanish maid, Martha for a secret love affair with Spanish soap opera. It’s almost like her life switched even since she knows the benefit of the subtitle.
She almost takes the last bite when she recognizes the happy tone of her iPhone. It rings like a maniac. If it depends on Natasha, she would ignore the phone right now, not when Billy constantly calls or text her. When she takes it, she sees notifications from her classmates' group chats and the latest message from Nakia.
El is back.
Great, the universe must hate her because they let her ex-best friend back.