College AU Part 11: Bed Enemy
Content warning: victim-blaming, rape culture
Scene 1: Boy Like You
(Scene title by Kesha)
INT. Hallway - Morning
Cyra is sitting on a bench, alone. She is fiddling with her phone, flipping it around in her hand. She looks upset.
Leon turns the corner and notices Cyra sitting there.
LEON: Yo, Cyra!
Cyra looks up and smiles when she sees Leon walking up to her.
CYRA: Hi Leon! Whatcha doing in the music hallway?
LEON: Could ask you the same thing.
Leon stops in front of Cyra.
LEON: Jayce tells me you're a theater major.
Cyra smiles.
CYRA: He left out the fact that I'm minoring in voice. But I'm here because I'm waiting for someone.
LEON: Who?
CYRA: A music prof. I need his help with something.
LEON: I see... So, did Jayce ever text you back?
CYRA: Nope.
LEON: Oof. Sucks, man.
CYRA: Yeah. Well, I guess I kind of deserve it. I'm sure he told you that I didn't treat him very well.
LEON: Actually he kind of just avoids talking about you.
CYRA: Oh. Huh. I wonder if he's embarrassed...
LEON: What?
Cyra smiles.
CYRA: Don't worry about it. How old are you?
Leon is a bit surprised by the fast change of subject, but he doesn't mention it.
LEON: Uh... I'm 21.
CYRA: Really? But you look so young.
Cyra speaks in a teasing tone. Leon laughs.
LEON: Why? How old are you?
CYRA: I'm 18.
LEON: Oh! Wow.
CYRA: I know. I act like I'm older. Did you know that Jayce is still 17?
LEON: No, but I guessed he was pretty young.
CYRA: His birthday isn't until January. He's a baby.
Leon laughs.
LEON: You know a lot about him.
CYRA: I know everything about him. Tell me more about you though.
LEON: Mm... Like what?
CYRA: Are you straight?
LEON: Um, I'm not sure. I like girls, if that's what you're asking. What about you?
CYRA: I like everything and everyone. I especially like boys like you though.
Leon is a little taken aback by Cyra's forwardness. He gives her a confused look.
LEON: Uh...
Leon laughs nervously.
LEON: What do you mean by that?
CYRA: Well, let's see...
Cyra stands up and steps right into Leon's personal space. She holds her hand flat in front of her forehead and slowly moves it to Leon's.
CYRA: You're about the same height as me, so that's good. This is only our second time meeting but you've been wearing hoodies both times. Which is cute as fuck.
Leon laughs again.
LEON: Well, hoodies are comfy.
Cyra responds in a dumbed-down tone, as if she were speaking to a child.
CYRA: I know right?
Cyra giggles at Leon, who is clearly caught off guard by her sudden change in tone. Not wanting to scare him, Cyra goes back to her usual voice.
CYRA: What else? You have a pretty small frame. Lemme see.
Cyra grabs Leon by the waist and pushes him so he has to take a step back to brace himself.
CYRA: Whoa! What are you, like, ninety pounds?
LEON: Uh...
Cyra pushes Leon back a few more steps, walking him towards the wall.
CYRA: I can just push you around so easily. Damn...
Cyra finally backs Leon up against the wall. He doesn't protest but he looks a bit scared. Cyra looks him up and down. She brings her hands up to his face and affectionately strokes his cheeks and neck with her thumbs.
CYRA: Hm... Pretty eyes. Cute hair; could be a bit longer though.
Leon laughs.
LEON: It used to be a lot longer, you know.
Cyra goes back to her dumbed-down voice.
CYRA: Is that so? I'd love to see it like that.
Leon quiets down again when her tone changes. Cyra lets one of her hands fall to Leon's hip and she pins him against the wall. Her other hand slides to the back of Leon's head.
Cyra grabs some of his hair and pulls down. Leon's head falls back with almost no resistance. Cyra giggles.
CYRA: You probably shouldn't just let people pull your hair like that.
The door to the nearby classroom opens and Roman walks out, followed by a single student. Roman notices Cyra right away but he stays quiet and watches her. The student with him makes a judgmental face and quickly leaves. Leon hasn't noticed either of them, his eyes closed.
Cyra keeps Leon's head tilted back and presses her body against his. She leans in close to his ear.
CYRA (whispering): Unless... you like it when I do that.
Leon shivers. The moment doesn't last long though. Cyra takes a step back but doesn't let go of Leon's hair.
CYRA: Why don't you mind your own business, Roman?
ROMAN: Well, Ace did tell me to keep an eye on you.
CYRA: I doubt that's what he meant.
Cyra lets go of Leon, who brushes himself off. He looks a little disoriented but he's still smiling to himself.
CYRA: But anyway, I think you get what I'm trying to say, right?
LEON: Uh, yeah. I got it.
CYRA: Good! Um, I have to go now. But you can come find me again if you want.
Leon laughs.
LEON: Sure.
Cyra hurries over to where Roman is standing and the two walk down the hall together. Cyra looks back and waves at Leon again though.
Scene 2: Freaking Out
(Scene title by Mystery Skulls)
INT. Lounge area - Morning
Celia, Halo, and Vir are all sitting on the couches together.
HALO: You don't need to worry about this, Celia.
CELIA: But I feel so bad.
VIR: Cyra already told you that it's okay. She wouldn't lie about that kind of thing.
HALO: Yeah, and she knows that you didn't know.
VIR: It's all that guy's fault anyway. He tricked you.
CELIA: I should have known something was off though. I was so distracted by the way he looked and sounded that I just ignored it.
Halo holds both of Celia's hands.
HALO: That's not true. If you knew then you wouldn't have done it. I know that, Celia. You're not like that.
Celia looks unsure of what Halo is saying.
VIR: Cyra doesn't want you to feel bad about this.
CELIA: I know...
Celia's head and shoulders slump forward in shame. Vir and Halo exchange worried glances.
Scene 3: Bad Enemy
(Scene title by Invertigo)
INT. Roman's office - Morning
Roman and Cyra walk into the office together. Roman shuts the door behind them and then goes to sit in his chair. Cyra sits down in the chair across the desk.
ROMAN: Okay. What do you want?
CYRA: I need to get back at Ace.
Roman laughs.
ROMAN: And why the fuck would I help you with that?
CYRA: Because you just stood there and watched while Ace beat the shit out of me!
ROMAN: Yeah, and I had a great time doing it.
Cyra glares at Roman.
ROMAN: I don't know why you expected me to save you. I mean, you didn't even try to fight back. What did you think was gonna happen?
CYRA: I thought we were friends!
ROMAN: In that case, I've been giving you the wrong impression. My bad.
CYRA: What the fuck are you talking about?
ROMAN: You shouldn't be messing with guys like us. Didn't your mother teach you that older men are dangerous?
Cyra folds her arms.
CYRA: You're not that much older than me...
ROMAN: Seventeen years, Cyra! I'm seventeen years older than you! That's almost twice your age! Ace is fourteen years older than you! Did you really expect him to be nice to you after you tried screwing up his relationship? He already warned you to leave him alone.
CYRA: You're one to talk! You took advantage of me when I asked you for his phone number!
ROMAN: Exactly! And I'd do it again. Do you get it now? You keep putting yourself in dangerous situations because of this stupid crush you have on Ace.
CYRA: You can't just do shit like that. You're gonna get caught and you'll lose your job!
ROMAN: Maybe so. But I can keep doing shit like that to you, can't I?
Cyra gives Roman a confused look.
CYRA: What?
Roman pushes the phone and receiver on his desk over to Cyra's side.
ROMAN: Call head office right now and tell them what I did to you. The number's on the receiver.
Cyra goes quiet and she stares down at the phone. After a long moment, she sighs and glares daggers at Roman.
Roman rolls his eyes and pulls the receiver back to where it was before.
ROMAN: I knew you wouldn't do it. You wanna know how I knew?
Cyra just keeps glaring at Roman, seething with anger.
ROMAN: Because you lied to everyone after Ace gave you that black eye. You even could have pinned the blame on me since it happened in here, but you didn't. And you didn't tell anyone, not even me, that Ace almost choked you out in his dorm. So, either you like being treated like this, or you've just gone so fucking crazy over Ace that you won't tell anyone about what he or his friends do to you.
Cyra's glare disappears. Her expression is now a mixture of anger and fear. Her gaze falls to the side as she contemplates what just happened.
ROMAN: You played all your cards too early, Cyra. You might be fucked now.
CYRA: Don't act like you fucking feel sorry for me.
ROMAN: I don't. I'm just trying to give you advice. Walk away right now and forget that you ever met Ace. It's for your own good. You're never gonna get what you want from him anyway.
Cyra frowns again and stands up. She slams her palms down on Roman's desk.
CYRA: Fuck. You.
Cyra turns around and stomps toward the door.
ROMAN: Yeah, yeah. You'll be back soon.
Cyra scowls and slams the door behind her.
Scene 4: I Don't Wanna Be In Love
(Scene title by Good Charlotte)
INT. Arabella & Celeste's dorm - Night
Arabella is standing in front of the dresser, changing into pajamas. Just as she takes off her shirt, the door opens and Celeste walks in.
ARABELLA: Back so soon?
CELESTE: Class ended early.
Celeste shuts the door behind her and starts taking off her coat. Arabella just watches her, not bothering to put on a shirt.
CELESTE: You're friends with Cyra, right?
ARABELLA: I am.
CELESTE: I ran into her the other day. In the library.
Arabella looks surprised and intrigued.
ARABELLA: Oh. How did that go?
CELESTE: Terribly. She really thinks that saying sorry will just fix everything.
Celeste hangs up her coat
ARABELLA: Well... what else do you want her to do?
CELESTE: I want her to prove that she's sorry. But she's gone on to hurt even more people after I left her. How can one claim they are remorseful when they just continue to do the same thing over and over again?
ARABELLA: You have a point. Cyra's commitment skills are garbage.
CELESTE: Exactly. And she wonders why I hate her so much.
Arabella looks Celeste up and down.
ARABELLA: Holding onto hate isn't good for you.
CELESTE: What else am I supposed to do?
ARABELLA: Move on. Do it for your own sake. Fuck what Cyra thinks.
CELESTE: My heart has been shattered. I can't just put the pieces back together.
Arabella giggles.
CELESTE: What?
ARABELLA: You're just cute when you get all poetic like that.
Celeste looks genuinely surprised.
CELESTE: I– I'm– I'm not–
ARABELLA: Yes you are. And you're gorgeous and smart and you deserve better than to spend the rest of your life brooding over a girl who doesn't love you.
Celeste closes her mouth, eyes wide with shock.
ARABELLA: Just something to think about.
Arabella turns around, looking through the dresser for a shirt to wear. There is a long moment of silence before Celeste speaks again.
CELESTE: How could you think so highly of me?
Arabella doesn't even look up when she responds.
ARABELLA: How could you not think that highly of yourself?
Celeste goes quiet again and stares off into space, thinking.
Scene 5: True Friends
(Scene title by Bring Me The Horizons)
INT. Cyra & Celia's dorm - Night
Celia is lying on her bed with headphones on, listening to music. She stares up at the ceiling. She still looks upset.
The door opens and Cyra walks into the room. Celia looks at her but doesn't say anything, too nervous.
Cyra sets her bag on the floor. Without hesitation, she climbs on top of Celia and sits on her hips. Celia takes her headphones off. Before Celia can speak though, Cyra plants her hands on either side of her shoulders, looming over her.
CYRA: Please don't be mad at yourself.
Celia sighs.
CELIA: It's kind of hard not to...
CYRA: I know. I understand why you're upset. But I need you to trust me when I say that I'm okay.
CELIA: Are you sure? You were so angry yesterday.
CYRA: I was. I know I yelled really loud and I know I punched the wall. I was really pissed off. I wasn't mad at you though. I'm still not mad at you.
Celia glances to the side, her expression sad and conflicted.
CYRA: Celia. You can't blame yourself for what Ace did.
Celia looks back up at Cyra.
CELIA: I shouldn't have let him...
CYRA: But you couldn't resist him, right?
Celia's eyes widen in shock and Cyra smiles at her.
CYRA: I understand how alluring he can be, trust me. I probably understand that better than any of our friends do. If I was in your position I would've done the exact same thing. So how could I ever be mad at you for that?
That makes Celia relax a little. She stares up at Cyra with a pouty expression.
CYRA: Can I see you smile?
Celia playfully shakes her head and covers her face with her arms. Cyra immediately grabs Celia's wrist and pulls them away from her head, pinning them to the bed.
CYRA: Let me see you smile, babygirl.
Cyra grins at Celia, who squeezes her lips together as she suppresses a smile.
CYRA: No?
Celia shakes her head.
Cyra smirks and suddenly lets go of Celia's wrists and sits back up. She lifts Celia's shirt and starts tickling her tummy. Celia squirms and laughs.
CYRA: There's the smile!
CELIA (giggling): Not fair!
Cyra stops tickling Celia and lovingly stares at her instead. Celia stops laughing when she notices Cyra staring at her.
CELIA: What?
Without saying anything, Cyra leans down and kisses Celia. It starts as a regular kiss but quickly turns into making out.
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