Even though she might not have, Nico knew that Céline would cave. She might not have wanted to, or planned to at the least, but he knew — he knew the right words to say, how to lure her with actions, with looks. It was a talent, possibly his only notable one but a talent all the same. “So you tell me,” He quipped. With a glint in his eyes, he allowed himself to lean closer to her. That small smile didn’t slip passed his attention. He might have made one last remark, tease her for being so quick to give into him, but his ears caught the sound of footsteps drawing closer.
“You talk too fucking much, you know that?” Nico sighed out. There wasn’t a moment to breathe before he was crashing his lips against Céline‘s. Hands took their place on whatever part of her body he could grab first — her cheek, the crook of her neck. Kissing Cel didn’t keep his attention. His lips stayed on hers, moving just as hers did, but his half-lidded eyes honed in on where Noel stood.
céline is too caught up in the kiss to hear the footsteps approaching ; she doesn’t see her friend ---- her eyes are closed ‘cause she’s not a fucking weirdo . she only notices the other’s presence in the room once a notebook is falling from her hands and slamming loudly against the ground . it’s enough to make her jump and pull away , hand reaching out to grip onto the fabric of nico’s shirt .
as cel watches the figure run off in tears , her eyes turn downwards to the notebook laying open , face down on the floor . three things become clear to céline in that moment of recognition :
one , that’s noel’s notebook .
two , oh shit , noel has feelings for him .
and three , nicholas blair was a dead man .
what did he expect would happen ? noel was basically cel’s little sister . they grew up together ; cel knew her like the back of her hand . it all pieced together so quickly ... she couldn’t believe she hadn’t picked up on it before .
the look on her face makes it obvious that she’s upset ---- enraged is probably a better word , actually . if this was a cartoon , she’d have smoke blowing out of her ears right now . with her fist still full of his shirt , cel drags him down to her height , letting go only to wind up . her hand flies towards him with so much force that she’s stumbling forwards , palm meeting his cheek with such a loud smack that noel can probably hear it down the hall .
“ --- you’re an asshole ! ” she spits out . her hand stings , but she can’t be bothered to gripe about it right now . cel hopes his stupid face hurts ten times more --- she hopes she’s popped a blood vessel , or at least left a hand print that he’d have to look at for a couple of hours afterwards . how fucking dare he --- make noel cry and use her to do it . she feels sick .
céline is on her second wind now , fueled on frustration and residual guilt , stepping forwards to shove at his chest . “ you don’t get to use people as pawns because your own life is so fucking miserable . ” she seethes . sure , cel isn’t the nicest person all the time , but even she doesn’t play like that . “ there is something fundamentally fucked up about you to make you think that was okay . ”
she takes a step back from him , disgusted . brown eyes have gone glossy , the sudden onset of tears making her face hot . she can’t believe she’s gone and been a part in hurting noel like this --- she can’t believe he used her for his plan and she fell for it . she’s embarrassed and upset and fucking furious . cel jabs a finger towards him , “ --- don’t EVER talk to me or noel again or i’ll fucking kill you , nicholas , and i’ll make sure ollie’s in on it too , you worthless piece of shit . ”
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