A/N: First chapter is mature but most of the story will be of a general rating.
The Accident
Chapter One
Rule number one: Never get hammered.
Rule number two: Always get hammered if you're depressed.
Ella downed her glass of scotch on the rocks, slamming it against the bar so hard that the ice chinked together in protest. "Another one Dave!" she ordered, waving her hand at the bartender. Immediately, another glass of scotch was slid towards her, which she immediately caught and took a large gulp from. Screw life, she thought, screw everybody. She didn't need them, she didn't need anyone.
She pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her backpocket, fishing in her jacket for her green and yellow lighter that had a pathetic and frankly sad 'Aloha!' printed across the front. Last time she asked her brother for a gift from Hawaii. Once the cig was lit, she stuck it between her lips and took a long drag, letting the smoke puff out of her nose.
Her mother was such a bitch. All she cared about was getting her daughter married off to a man with money, to compensate for her habit of being jobless. Ella knew that her mother just wanted this so she would have something to boast about to her friends. "Oh my daughter is married to a doctor!" or "a surgeon!" or "a celebrity!" Ella scoffed at the last one. People always think that LA is crawling with famous people but in reality you'd be lucky if you saw one in six months. They were very private people.
Before she knew, her scotch was gone again and she was ordering another one. She kept her cigarette between her fingers, taking the odd puff between drinks. She just wanted to get hammered. To lose herself in a drunken haze and forget everything. How she was sad, depressed, lonely, jobless and unloved. Well, not completely lonely and unloved. She had her lifelong friends Scotch and Rocks.
When Ella was slightly tipsy, having worked through four tumblers of scotch and two cigarettes, she became suddenly aware that she wasn't alone at the bar. The guy looked like he was nervous about something, sitting with his head resting against the bar with a helmet resting a couple of centimetres from his head. Ella shuffled on her bar stool, propping her feet up on the rests, and slid her pack of cigarettes across to him.
"Cigarette?"
The guy lifted his head and looked at the pack of cigarettes with distaste. "No thanks," he said.
"Let me buy you a drink then," Ella said, choking on a hiccup. "Yo, Dave! Hit me with another one and one for my friend here!" She frowned and looked at the nervous guy. "What's your poison?" she asked. When he didn't answer, she sighed and looked back at Dave. "Just get him the same as me." When the drinks came, Ella jumped a seat so she was sitting right beside the stranger. She placed his drink right beside his helmet, putting her own to her lips and quirking an eyebrow. "So, what's gotten your knickers in a twist then?"
"Are you supposed to be the equivalent of the kind bar keep who talks to the patrons about their woes?" The guy looked at her and quirked his own eyebrow. Ella frowned, gripping the edge of the bar for support when she took a light head. He looked familiar but she couldn't place him in her tipsy state.
"I suppose," she said. "So, tell me, why do you look like you're about to shit a brick?"
The stranger squinted at her, finally taking up the drink she bought and taking a large gulp. "I'm proposing to my girlfriend," he said. "Soon."
Ella nodded thoughtfully. "I see," she said. "Who's the lucky girl? What's her name, I mean?"
The stranger smile faintly. "Claudia," he answered.
"Claudia?" Ella asked, forgetting to hide her disgust. What a horrible name! Claudia, what sort of loving parents would name their child Claudia? That's almost on the same level as child cruelty! Gauging the stranger's reaction to her rude reply, Ella quickly backtracked. "That's a lovely name, it's a beautiful name. So . . . what's your name?"
The stranger shrugged. "What's your name?"
"Uh . . . I don't know if I should tell you that," Ella said. She had a reputation in the pub for being the leader of a string of bar brawls, with a list of injuries inflicted upon others like broken noses and fractured ankles. "How about fake names?"
"Okay," the stranger replied slowly.
"Hello there, the name's Sally," Ella said brightly, holding her hand out to him.
He shook her hand carefully, almost like it might detonate. "Ryan," he said.
"Nice to meet you Ryan."
"You too Sally."
Ella lit up another cigarette, letting it hang between her lips while she shoved her pack back into her skirt pocket. "So Ryan, what do you do for a living?" she asked. "Before you throw the question back, I am currently jobless."
'Ryan' downed the rest of his drink and made a gesture at Dave that asked for another one. As it was placed in front of him, he said, "I'm an actor."
"Oh," Ella said frowning. A wannabe actor. There were plenty of those in LA. "Well, good luck with that. Would I have seen you anything?"
"Catching Fire?" Ryan asked.
Ella's frown deepened. "Is that a play or something?" she asked back.
Ryan opened his mouth to answer with a confused frown when Ella fell off her seat with a yelp. She quickly jumped to her feet and tried to make it look like she had meant to do it. "Sorry. I may be a tad tipsy," she said. She looked at Dave, who's back was turned on them, and leaned over the bar and grabbed a bottle. Ryan looked behind the bar as well, pulling himself over and grabbing a bottle of whiskey. Ella tilted her head as she watched him do so.
Damn, he had a hot ass. The 'I want to stick my hands in his back pockets' sort of ass. To Ella, a nice ass meant a lot. Not because she was self centered or depended on looks, she just loved guys with a slamming backside.
They hurried away to hide in the girls' bathroom before Dave saw them, breaking open the seals on their bottles and drowning their sorrows.
Next thing she knew, they were kissing.
Ella grabbed him by the collar of his leather jacket down to her level so his lips connect with hers.
“Someone’s eager," he stated, smirking. She shut him up with another kiss, this time standing on her tip toes to deepen the kiss. Ryan grunts and entangles his hand into her long brown locks. He pushes her back up against the side of the cubical earning a small shiver from me. Ella growled, 'I don't think so, pretty boy,' she thought. With a grunt, she pushed him backwards, never breaking the kiss and slammed him into the opposite wall so she was pressing his back against the wall.
She looked him in the eyes and moved her hands to his chest, pulling his leather jacket over his shoulders in an attempt to speed things up. She maintained eye contact with him as he tugged at her white tank top. Ella smacked his hand out the way and puledl the top over her head as her hair flowed around her shoulders.
“Don’t stare,” she muttered, following his gaze which lies on her chest. He shook his head as she pulled his shirt over his own head. She focused her eyes on his tattoo-an anchor that was inked onto his torso-but only for a second, her mind lay somewhere else. She wriggled out of her denim skirt and kicked off her boots, making her somewhat shorter but no longer caring. She fumbled with his belt buckle and pulled it loose, making her able to pull his jeans down to his ankles while he took off his shoes: leaving him only in the confines of his boxers.
Caught up in a lustful haze, she kissed him again, biting his bottom lip hard when licked the cupid's bow of her top lip. Sliding her hands down his chest again, she lowered her head and locked her mouth onto his neck, mouthing at the sweaty skin like it was water in a desert. After having such a difficult life with a lack of self control in it, Ella always found herself not being dominated. It wasn't that she was a control freak, she just liked being in charge for once.
In an attempt to hurry the whole process along, Ella slid off tights and looked back up at Ryan’s face. He smirked slightly and tugged at her bra, snaking his arms behind her back and pulling at the clip, unhinging it immediately. She scowled at him, feeling the urge to smack him. Her libido winning out, she shifted her shoulders and let the bra fall to the floor. She moved her hands to his boxers and pulled down on the waist band pulling down his boxers and pulling them over his feet, and throwing them over her shoulder. She got down on her knees with Ryan’s suddenly uneasy smirk lurking over her. Ella smiled cheekily at him, pushing him against the door again. She took his manhood into her hand and placed her lips over it, moving it back and fourth which earns a moan from him. His head rolled back against the door as she pumped faster. Ryan moaned louder so she took him from her mouth, leaving him again with an unsatisifed whimper.
“Your turn,” he muttered, pushing her against the wall of the cubical and kissing her harshly. I smirked into the kiss. His hands cupped her breast and pulled at her nipples, making her breath hitch. She frowned angrily, not liking that she was losing control, and tugged on his hair, attaching her lips to his shoulder and biting down hard. He moaned and moved himself down to hip-level and palmed her through her still remaining underwear. He took her leg and brought it up to his uplifted knee, which expertly spreads her legs. He flicked his tongue over her entrance as she bucked her hips. He teased me.
He placed a finger on the side of her panties and moved them to the side and slipped his tongue inside, making her moan louder than she should have. He placed two fingers at her entrance and began to pump, sending her into oblivion. She felt her stomach knot and he rheart rate fasten. She moaned when he moved his hands from her, digging her teeth harder into his skin. She opened her closed eyes to see him stand to his feet. He picked her up and she wound her legs around his waist, digging her ankle into his back so that his manhood was pressing against her center.
“Ready?” he asked.
"Damn right I'm ready," She responded, digging her ankle in harder. He moved himself to her entrance, quickly thrusting inside me. She yelped as their bodies moved against each other’s. Ryan thrust into her and they both held in their moans; not wanting to get caught.
“I-I’m close” She muttered through the thrusts, he nodded and gripped her hair.
“Me too,” he replied, sweat forming on his brow.
“I can’t h-h-old it,” she whimpered, head rolling back against the wall and breathing heavily. Within 10 seconds, she let go of the knot which had formed in her chest and let go. His thrusts became sloppy and he came inside of her, kissing her lips for the final time.
He let her go immediately, sliding to the ground and completely spent. Ella puffed her cheeks out, looking at her naked body with distaste. "I need a cigarette," she decided. She crouched to the floor and fumbled in her skirt pocket for her pack and lighter, lighting one up and sticking it between her lips. Ryan watched her wearily, panting erratically from their activites.
"Aren't you tired?" he asked.
"Nah," Ella replied, her cig bouncing in her mouth as she spoke. "I've done this plenty of times. Cubicle sex is the one form of release you can never beat. Of course, you were obviously a novice."
"How?" he asked defensively.
"Because," Ella said, sliding down the wall of the cubicle, blowing smoke out of her nose, "you fumbled."
"I . . . what?"
"Fumbled," Ella repeated. "When you grabbed my leg, you fumbled. Don't feel bad, you were definitely the best I've ever had. Most guys would be like 'I just need to be in you now' but you paid avid attention. Well done. But, for future reference, I'm in charge, not you." Her eyes drifted from his eyes to his neck, to where she left a bruise on his shoulder. Oops. Oh well, it's not like he's going to be on t.v or anything. "I love the tattoos by the way."
"What? This?" Ryan looked down at his torso, to where the black anchor lay.
"Yeah. And the one on your wrist. And your back."
"Oh well, thanks, I suppose." Ryan fidgeted with his fingers and sighed. "I feel awful now."
"I know, don't worry, the feeling will pass," Ella said. "You'll start feeling content in a couple of minutes. It's why I smoke." She smiled and rested her head against the cubicle wall. Her vision blurred and she quickly stubbed her cigarette on the floor, just in time before her eyes slid closed and she passed out.
~xXx~
When she woke up, Ryan was no longer there. She frowned, rubbing her temple tiredly. God, her head was killing her. Oh shit, she was naked. Quickly getting dressed, she stepped down hard on the smoking ashes of her cigarette on the floor. When she looked up, she saw a note on the door.
'Dear Sally,' it read.
'I'm sorry I'm leaving without saying goodbye, but I've done a horrible thing. I regret last night, it should never have happened. I love my girlfriend Claudia and I still want to marry her. I'm sorry for leading you on, I feel horrible. I am a truly disgusting person for saying this but . . . I don't want to see you again. I can't. Not when I'm proposing to Claudia. I wish you luck in your future endeavours.
Josh'
So his real name was Josh! Ella laughed. The sneaky bastard left before she could! The letter was sweet of him, at least he wasn't a complete pig like other people she had met at bars. Her laugh was suddenly cut short when something came into her head. A memory from yesterday. Of her shouting and complaining because she was PMSing.
Had they used a condom?
Ella squeezed her eyes shut and looked back on it. No! They didn't!
"Fuck!" Ella exclaimed, her eyes shooting open in horror.
Hold on.
Josh?
Ryan . . .
Actor . . .
Catching Fire . . .
Claudia . . .
"I just screwed Josh Hutcherson!" she screamed in shock.
"Good for you girl!" someone in a different cubicle hollered back.
Oh god, this was not good.
She could be pregnant . . . by Josh Hutcherson . . .
Well, shit.