Lucy snores loudly as she nuzzles her pillow, drool trailing down her forearm and across Colin’s pillow. Suddenly, a familiar smell wafted through the air, the tomboy sitting up to the smell of cheese... and sausage, onion, pepper, egg...
“Oh come on, she can’t be back already!” Lucy whines as she rolled out of bed and went to investigate.
“Hey sleepyhead, finally smelled the grub?” Alya asked as she stuffed some peppered bacon in her face.
“Thought Frenchy was still at her fashion show.” Lucy sighed as she scratched her butt.
“Marinette’s still at the show, Luna made this.” Christy replied.
“Try the waffles!” Claire added with syrup running down her chin.
“Who the hell is Luna?” Lucy asked.
“You must be Lucy... Mari told me about you.” The icy blonde said as she set down a pair of huge omelets, her bare, massive breasts hanging out of Marinette’s apron.
Colin and Sam took their seats and started eating the massive omelets as Lucy pouted angrily.
“You said no new girls til AFTER she got back!” the brunette huffed as she stamped furiously.
“Mari told me this was an open relationship.” Luna said as she sat on Colin’s lap and kissed his cheek, “No one else has a problem with me being here.”
“That bitch!” Lucy whispered.
“Relax Lucy, I’m still gonna do all those dates between us.” Colin said, “She’ll just be cooking in the morning until Marinette returns.”
“That better be it.” Lucy huffed as she stormed off.
That little snob!
That spoiled fucking brat!
‘She knew I was looking forward to being with him, she knew I said no newbies! When that bitch gets back, she’s gonna get it! She’s gonna....!’
Lucy was interrupted by her phone buzzing.
She read “Lucy, my jerkass boyfriend cheated on me, can I come over?”
‘Two can play at this game, Princess.’ Lucy smirked.