A Lacey le gusta el sexo.~ (Simon)

[LACEY LOPEZ]

Why couldn't this dumb hoe just come to my house?

Lacey would have been much more comfortable smoking weed in the comfort of her own house. Since the beginning of her time here, she and Simon clicked. She knew in an instant that they would be close friends.

Originally, Simon was supposed to help Lacey unpack the heap load of shit she brought from home, but instead she found a piece of fine ass to hook up with instead.

Lacey rolled her eyes as she walked out to her car, adjusting her bra and her boots. She plopped herself into the driver's seat, pulling the sun visor down, flipping open the mirror. She put her earrings in carefully, pushing her hair behind her ears, showing off her new hoops. Lacey grabbed her lipstick from the cup holder, swiping it over her full lips.

Lacey's car engine roared to life as she drove to the dormitories. She trudged out of her car and all the way to Simon's room, semi-pissed. She hated walking in heeled shoes, even though they made her look hot. No pain, no gain.

When she finally arrived at the damned door, she walked in, picking at her nails.

"Bitch, I'm here. Give me the weed." Lacey tried to be serious, but then broke it with a smile, laughing at herself a little. Simon knew about Lacey and wouldn't take her seriously anyway.

notes: THERE OK.
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[SIMON CHAPMAN]

Lacey Lopez was one of the cooler chicks of Winchester. She told it like it was, which was always how Simon liked it. If everyone was getting along, someone obviously wasn't being completely honest with everyone. And honesty seemed to be the problem most of the student body had. Like, what was Simon supposed to do? Apologize for having a real ass opinion?

That wasn't happening.

He and Lacey really clicked, though. They could be real with each other, and neither got all over-sensetive and went off in a rage. A breath of fresh air was what she was.

A breath of fresh air was exactly the opposite of what he was exhaling right now. His dealer had really gotten him some quality shit this time, which was probably why he'd threatened so readily on Simon's life if he didn't pay-up. But Simon always paid up- if only to put a dent in his parents cash-flow.

Getting a joint ready for Lacey, who was apparently making her way to his dorm now, he glanced around his room, wondering if anything needed to be tidied up.

Of course not. Simon's room was always fucking spotless. So, he turned back towards his lap-top, tapping the rolled paper against his bottom lip as he awaited a knock at the door. He wasn't very surprised, though, when Lacey entered unannounced and demanded her joint.

Blowing out smoke even as he chuckled slightly, his brow raised in an amused fashion,

"It's nice to see you too, Lace." He smirked, tilting his head playfully after a moment, "What weed?" He teased, twirling her joint between his fingers calmly and casually.

[LACEY LOPEZ]

Watching Simon blow out smoke from his lips, she sauntered over to him and sat on his lap comfortably. "It's always nice to see me."

Lacey smirked, eyeing the rolled paper between his lips. It smelled so good to her. "This weed, you dumbfuck."

Lacey snatched the joint from his lips, putting it to her own. She stood up and walked over to Simon's stereo, taking a drag from the blunt. She messed with the knobs trying to find her favorite radio station. 78.9 The Best Reggaeton in Vegas. Fuck yeah. Lacey began singing along to the song, dancing to herself in time with the music.

"You gon dance with me?" Lacey danced over to Simon, the joint still between her two fingers. She placed it between his lips, letting go of it. She grabbed his hands and moved his arms up and down.

[SIMON CHAPMAN]

Grinning lazily as she settled onto his lap, he ran his hands over her skinny-jean clad legs. "Oh definitely." He purred in agreement, giving a slight huff in protest when she took the joint from his lips. Sitting back again a moment later, he watched her as she got back up, following her with his eyes as she messed with his stereo. When the reggaeton blasted out of the speakers, he just shook his head lightly.

Pulling his hand up to the joint Lacey placed back between his lips he took a drag, brow raising as she tried to get him to dance. "As long as you don't laugh at my lack of rhythm." He chuckled, pushing himself up from the desk chair he'd been occupying and slipping his hands around her waist.

Taking another drag from the joint, he tilted his head back, eyes moving down to find Lacey's so when he blew out a smoke ring he could give her a cheeky smirk. She was one of the only chicks who didn't get completely offended by his arrogance. She also knew how to knock him down a few pegs whenever his ego was inflating, and he was a bit thankful for that- in a strange way.

[LACEY LOPEZ]

Moving in closer to Simon, she pulled his hands down a little and behind her, his hands resting above her butt. "It's going to be highly likely that I will make fun of you."

Lacey giggled a little when she moved her hips faster to the music. "This is really good stuff." She said, inhaling the smoke from Simon's most recent hit. That smoke ring turned her on. Damn, that's hot. She laughed at Simon's smirk.

Dancing a bit more, she moved in even closer, their bodies touching. She grabbed the blunt again, taking a hit. She blew out the smoke to her side, and held the joint between her fingers again. Oh God. This shit is fantastic.

Lacey felt herself wanting Simon. This was so expected of her, of course. She loved sex. Why not have sex with her new best bud? Simon loved sex, she assumed. Hm. Why the fuck not? Lacey leaned in close to his face.

"We should make out. You wanna make out?" Her lips lingered on his for a moment. "Too late. You can't say nothing 'bout it." She pressed her lips against his hard, tasting the weed from his breath.

This is sooo happening. No doubt about it.

[SIMON CHAPMAN]

Simon smirked slightly as she pulled his hands down to rest on the small of her back, he wasn't dancing really as much as he was watching her hips sway back and forth. And weren't those some nice hips? Very much so. Nodding slowly as she commented on the quality of the kush.

"You bet." Simon agreed as she took the joint back from him, "S'probably why my dealer was willing to slit me down the middle if I didn't come up with the money." He mused, lips curling up more as she moved even closer against him.

He had been pretty sure, even when he'd first invited Lacey over that this was where the night would lead. That was why he was already 'well-prepared' for what was sure to go down.

He didn't get a chance to properly respond to Lacey's question as she cut him off with her lips on his. That was completely fine with him, though, and he was smirking again in his own satisfaction as he tightened his grip on her hips, slipping his hands further down.

"I'd like to do a little more than make out." He finally replied into her ear after he'd gotten a moment to catch his breath.

[LACEY LOPEZ]

Lacey smiled, her lips still on Simon's. She noticed the joint still in her fingers. It was almost done with so she put out the blunt on his shirt, leaving a mark. She dropped the joint on the floor and pulled him toward him the bed.

She pushed Simon back on the bed and settled herself on top of him. Before leaning back down to kiss him, she tore off her tank top and let it fall on the floor at the foot at the bed. "I hope you're ready for this." She bit her lip, unbuttoning his jeans.

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Simon calls it the backwards route. I call it fun as hell.

Lacey laid on her back for a while, thinking. Her hand was wrapped around his arm, still stiff. Damn, she hasn't been this stiff since her latest boyfriend tried something new.

She rolled out of Simon's bed, stretching at all the parts that were sore from a few moments ago. She yanked on Simon's boxers and pulled her tank top back on without her bra. As she crawled back into bed, she sat criss-cross at his side.

"That was so awesome." Lacey gushed to him.

[SIMON CHAPMAN]

Simon sat up under the covers as Lacey left the bed to slide her tank-top on, grumbling lightly when she slid his boxers on. "Sure, Lacey. Mi ropa es tu ropa." He mimicked in his best accent (which wasn't saying much). Pulling the sheets up to his waist as he sat back against the headboard, he turned his head to look at her chuckling as she gushed about the sex.

"Yeah? Well, I'm here to satisfy, so good." He teased, nudging her lightly and then leaning his head back and sighing. The reggaeton was still playing in the background, as loud as before, but distand in his head. The words in the song really meant nothing to him, other than a familiar vocabulary would from Spanish Class in high school. It was good music for getting it on too, though. He had to admit that.

Sliding out of the bed to pull a pair of boxers for himself out of his drawer, he slid them on, he smoothed down his hair, glancing over to the kitchen, "I don't know about you, but I could use a drink." He said decisively, heading over to the cabinet and pulling out a bottle of tequila. He figured Lacey'd like that best.

Plopping back down on the bed and setting the glasses on his bedside table he unscrewed the cap, pouring liquor clumsily into her glass and then his. "Here's to no strings attached." He smirked as he took a drink from his glass.

[LACEY LOPEZ]

Laughing a little at Simon's horrible Spanish, she looked down at the underwear. They were comfy. "Whatever. Get over yourself." She stuck her tongue out at him playfully. Truth was, she wasn't gonna get rid of these boxers ever. She would probably leave her panties here, just so he could keep 'em.

Lacey watched Simon intently as he pulled on some boxers from his dresser on account of Lacey stealing the ones he had on earlier. She nodded quickly at Simon's sudden need for a drink. Lacey scooted herself to the edge of the bed, letting her feet dangle down. She bit her lip as she watched the tequila pour into their glasses.

As Simon picked up his glass, she grabbed hers, taking a sip after he spoke. "Preach!" Lacey laughed.

There was nobody else that would ever be so chill about hooking up. They both knew nothing would ever happen between them. Simon was gonna end up with that one guy and Lacey was still going to hook up with whoever the fuck she wanted to and Simon wouldn't have a problem with it. Ugh, speaking of people who have problems with it. Lacey thought back to Justus calling her all these names for not telling him that she hooked up with Micah, his brother.

At this thought, she clenched her jaw in anger and poured half of the drink down her throat. Fuck the Rodriguez's.. Oh, already did.

"Can you believe that Justus went off on me?" She glared at the wall behind Simon. "He called me a 'slutty ass'. Ha! How fucking original." She scoffed, shaking her head.

Lacey downed the rest of her drink and filled it up again. She couldn't stand them. Well, it was obvious none of them were getting Lacey again. They were so missing out.