Diamond vs. Wynwick

Bridget walked away from her sister's clique with a goofy grin. Wrenn's daughter, Tabby, looked adorable in the pictures. A drink in one hand and a phone full of photos had started to loosen up that uptight woman. It also caused Bridget to momentarily forget about the task for her own child.

It was a good call to find Fawn. She always knows where everybody is at. Still, I got distracted, which isn't hard with such a little cutie. I wonder how long until we get a new baby in our family. With Gino and Jana's engagement, they seem the likely pair in a few years. Perhaps Brandy will finally settle down. Hahaha! Who am I kidding? Sean's likely going to make me a grandmother first. Peyton has years of medical school and her residency in front of her. Although, I'm definitely young enough to have another baby. Ha! Like Leo would go for that. He'd probably stroke out.

Chuckling at her husband's reaction to another child, Bridget spotted the person she'd been searching for. Seated at a table, Summer looked in a condition that Bridget had never seen her in before. The young doctor appeared frazzled.

"Summer, is everything alright?"

"I-I do not know. I have never encountered a situation such as this one."

"What happened? What situation?"

"Nothing makes any logical sense. Words don't match their definitions. Also, the emotion is uncanny. My training never prepared me for such an interaction," Summer relayed with almost vacant eyes.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not following. What interaction?" Bridget asked.

"Hidey-ho, Dr. Bee!"

"Ah, Chastity," Bridget responded as Summer's shoulders sagged. "What are you up to?"

"Just getting more refreshments for Dr. Summerfield, my fellow chaperone partner," Chastity announced, holding up two glasses filled with a light-red liquid.

"It's Dr. Mayfield, and I don't believe Summer drinks ****," Bridget replied, glancing at the table and an empty glass next to the young surgeon.

"My goodness, I know that, silly sally. That's my new friend nickname for her. Hmm, someone needs to use their gray cells and think of a nickname for me," Chastity said, shooting a pout at Summer. "And nothing to worry that smart head of yours about. These are safe drinks."

"Yes, I understand that they are non-alcoholic drinks named for a former child actress," Summer stated, happy to have actual facts to grasp.

"Ah, a Shirley Temple. That makes sense," Bridget responded, nodding.

"Heavens to Betsy! These are extra-special versions. Grandma calls them Dirty Shirley Temples," Chastity revealed proudly.

That caused Bridget to pause after a slight flinch. Mulling over how to best approach this revelation, she opted to deal with it head-on.

"Chastity, that doesn't mean what you think it does."

"But they have an extra taste that makes them delicious with a capital delish!"

"The dirty part means that the drink contains ****, usually vodka," Bridget explained.

"What?!" Summer exclaimed.

"Kitty whiskers," Chastity whispered, holding the drink in front of her face to study it. Then, shrugging, the bubbly blonde took a sip through the straw. "Okey-dokey! That explains many things. I hope Grandma won't be too scandalized by the news."

"I'm willing to bet that your grandmother already knows," Bridget said, patting the young woman's arm. Knowing her grandmother, she omitted that detail on purpose. "So I don't know if you noticed, but Sean got punched in the face during that little fracas."

"Jiminy Cricket! Does he need my babysitting skills?"

"No, no, Whitney has the younger cheerleaders watching him."

"Holy Smoke!" Chastity exclaimed, wiping her forehead with her arm. "I already have a plate full of plenty with chaperoning Whitney, keeping an eye on Dr. Summerfield, planning the book signings, and Tamsin just stopped me. I have Diamond Corp business."

Bridget could see the pride beaming off the ditzy receptionist at the last part. So, thanking her for all her help, she told Chastity that she could handle Summer. Once the bubbly blonde skipped away, the ginger-haired doctor relaxed while covering her face with her hands.

"Chastity can be a handful, but she means well," Bridget explained. "I hate to bother you, but could you do a quick check on Sean?"

"I would be happy to!" Summer nearly shouted as she jumped to her feet.

Everyone turned their attention to the young man who stomped over to Sienna's side. A handsome teenager, Fletcher Wynwick had black hair with its temples already graying due to a family gene, gray eyes, and a brash attitude. That latter party didn't seem to hurt him with girls, as they found his cocksure charm almost endearing. Fletcher didn't play games to get into girls' pants like many guys; he told them what he wanted to do straight up. That straightforwardness put some off, but many appreciated the honesty.

Sean and Whitney nearly did a double-take as they studied Fletcher's outfit. Sean chuckled at how Fletcher wore an almost identical white tuxedo to Harvey Diamond's. I guess it's a bit fitting based on their reputations.

Whitney didn't find the similarities amusing at all. If anything, she speculated over how her hated enemy learned of her father's choice of attire. And if her eyes held superpowers, the red rose sticking out of the jacket's front pocket would've wilted by now.

"Calm down," a brown-haired teenager said, rushing to join Fletcher at his side.

Sean briefly swung his head around to check and see if Newt was around. However, his socially shy friend seemed to be still hiding in the shadows. Why? Because Paige Noble was the only girl that Newt ever took out for a date.

A cute girl with neck-length, dark-brown hair, hazel eyes, small-to-medium-sized breasts, and a firm ass, Paige could be downright annoying to many people. Almost certainly hyperactive and one of the most intelligent people at Honey Hollow High, she was one of those students who never seemed satisfied. Score a ninety-eight on a test? She'd obsess over the two points she didn't earn. Strangely, she formed an unlikely best friend duo with Fletcher. Paige's mother had died when she was four, and having dealt with a similar loss of her mother around the same age, Fiona Wynwick had taken a motherly role in Paige's life. That led the brainy girl and the brash boy to become close friends.

Before feeling guilty, Sean's eyes briefly checked out Paige's dress and figure. Dammit, Paige is Newt's girl. Even if they didn't last, she's off-limits. Still, he thought the brunette looked cute in her light-blue dress with pale yellow embroidery. He also noticed the front of the skirt appeared shorter than the back.

"Calm down? Did you hear what we missed? A cheerleader versus Sugarbee brawl!"

"It wasn't a brawl," Peyton corrected. She immediately regretted it as it drew Fletcher's gaze and a wink.

"Like that's anything new," Paige remarked.

"What was fucking new was Lana and Teresa's tops flying off!" Fletcher pointed out. In his agitated state, he then swung back to face his cousin, Sienna. "You just had to take an eternity to get ready, didn't you? And for what, Your Worshipfulness? To be the Wicked Witch of the Forest?"

Despite herself, Whitney chuckled at her hated rival's comment.

"As if your dress isn't already half off, Diamond," Sienna retorted sarcastically while also making Whitney's last name sound like an insult.

"Ah, if it isn't the Queen of Icy Waters," Fletcher remarked, turning his attention to Whitney before his eyes flickered back toward his cousin. "Wait, shouldn't that be your title, Ice Queen?"

"Charming as always," Whitney responded through gritted teeth. Somehow her face turned even more sour with Fletcher's arrival.

"When did you tantrum stomp your way through the ice?"

"Saturday," Whitney replied after taking a deep breath to control her emotions.

"See?" Fletcher said, throwing his arms out. "You can't blame it on me, as always. We drove back here on Saturday morning. So I have a solid alibi."

"When have I ever blamed you for anything?"

The dark-haired teenager threw his head back in soundless laughter. Then, bringing up a hand, he began listing off past events with each finger.

"Let's see, there was the time in first grade during our nutrition play. You accused me of rigging your zipper so that you were stuck in that pumpkin costume for the whole day." Fletcher added a second finger. "Then, in third grade, you swore that I pushed you into the mud on our zoo field trip. I was in the snake room when it supposedly happened."

"Visiting your relatives?" Whitney questioned.

"Wasn't the mud pool by your relatives? I'm surprised the monkeys didn't throw a different brown substance at you," Sienna replied.

"And if you want to jump ahead, there was the time in sixth grade when you attempted to get me suspended from school. Swore up and down that I unhooked your training bra strap. It couldn't have been that your tits had grown too big for that bra?"

"Lies. None of that ever happened," Whitney scoffed at Fletcher's partial list.

"Um, well, those do sound factual," Ramsey confirmed hesitantly.

"Rammy!" Whitney scolded. "You know, I think I prefer Lacey at my side."

"And I adore my future autobiographer," Fletcher proclaimed. Then, to show off, he swooped down to one knee in front of Ramsey to kiss her hand in gratitude.

Sean watched with surprisingly less jealousy than he would've felt in the past. This was partly because he knew this was one of Fletcher's regular antics.

"Biographer," Paige corrected as her best friend returned to her side. "An autobiography means that you'd write your own life story."

"Even better! That way, I could make sure that my legendary feats are rightfully...wait, that sounds like a lot of work."

"We're happy that you're alright," Paige said, moving closer to Whitney. "Despite Fletch's attitude, he was worried as well."

"Worried that I'd get charged for it," he clarified.

"Fiona was also worried sick. She didn't want to be a nuisance to your father, but she considered calling him. Or sending Poppy to the cabin for details," Paige reported.

"What?!" Whitney and Fletcher exclaimed in shock.

"School wouldn't be the same without you," Paige continued toward Whitney. Then she turned to greet a classmate who was more in alignment with her views. "Happy Holidays, Ramsey. Did you finish your paper for Mrs. Brass?"

"Jesus, it's New Year's Eve, Paige," Fletcher moaned.

"And your biology project is barely going to pass."

"Oh, Ramsey has had other, far more important things on her mind this--" Whitney began to state.

"I've finished my English paper and biology project," Ramsey reported.

"Of course you did," Whitney responded with a sigh. Then, turning toward the Babybees, she ordered, "Somebody go free Lacey for me."

"Don't!" Sean counter-ordered. "She'll just get into more trouble."

The Babybees decided to follow Sean's reasoning, which caused Whitney to narrow her eyes at them. Injecting himself into the conversation also drew Fletcher's distracted attention.

"Ah, the man of the hour! Well done, Tarver. Saving the hated heiress, who needs to learn humility, is very Old Hollywood."

"I'll show you hated," Whitney growled, balling her hand into a fist for Fletcher to see.

"He gets like this every winter. Our great-aunt plays classic holiday films. Not the children's kind, but the old romantic ones," Sienna relayed. "It doesn't help with his bouncing off the walls until we open presents."

Paige nodded in agreement.

"I must say that it appears to have worked out well for you. Minus the injury, of course," Fletcher continued, ignoring his cousin's comment and Whitney's threat. "Look at you sitting there like a sultan with his harem pampering him."

"Fletch, that's inappropriate," Paige chided.

"What is? The girls know that I meant that as a compliment. Right, girls?"

Zoey, Ariel, and the Babybees all giggled in response.

"We're not part of his harem," Loren said, speaking up from her perch on Sean's wheelchair.

"Yes, we're the new king's personal advisors," Rowan proclaimed.

"And no doubt that such lovely staff gives fine ass advice," Fletcher remarked, cocking his head to check part of Loren's toned tush. "Wait, new king?"

"Afraid of competition?" Ariana questioned.

"Oh, I'd die for you."

Peyton rolled her eyes. Gawd, he's as insufferable as Poppy. How are they not related?

"And you're so full of shit," Ariana responded as she began to walk away. "I'll be back, Seanie. I'm off to find this little shit's sister."

"It's stepsister," Fletcher clarified. "Hey, was that an offer for anal? Ah, whatever. Damn, Sean, have you hit that yet?"

"Fletcher!" Paige exclaimed.

Sienna rolled her eyes as Rylee moved closer to her.

"He will," Whitney declared. That caused Sean and Peyton's heads to swing her way. "Sean's about to get a crash course on screwing hot girls."

"Sweet. Welcome to my world, buddy," Fletcher replied, frustrating Whitney. "We should compare notes in a month or so."

"Oh, Sean's going to dry up your pool of girls," the cheerleader captain declared, wanting badly to upset the Wynwick boy.

"Is that so?"

"No, it's not," Sean said, feeling awfully uncomfortable with this conversation.

"I plan to ensure that my hero is flooded with pussy for the rest of the school year. Hell, graduation parties are going to take on a new meaning with his big cock," Whitney pushed on.

"Whitney, that's gross!" Ramsey cried.

Paige nodded in agreement while Rylee squeaked. The Babybees tittered amongst themselves, with Zoey bragging about her sister's best friend. And Sienna merely smirked as her gaze went from Sean to Whitney.

"That sounds almost like a challenge, Diamond," Fletcher responded. Rubbing his hands together, he appeared intrigued by the idea.

"Take it however you like, Wynwick." The blonde queen bee's eyes held that challenge.

"Perhaps I need to level the playing field by rescuing my own damsel in distress," Fletcher speculated. "Playing the hero could be a fun, kinky new game."

"Don't even think about it," Paige warned as her BFF's gaze found her. "Your plan will land me in the hospital."

"Fine! Hey, cuz, would you....No, I need to save a person that people actually like at school."

"I think you slut yourself around school enough without risking lives," Sienna responded to her cousin's dig.

"Hey, I'm just evening out the averages for our family. Maybe if you got off your pedestal and had fun, I wouldn't need to represent the Wynwick name so much."

"I'm a Thirlby when it comes to that area."

"Really? Hey, Sean, you got any car keys on you? No, then I guess Sienna won't be going home with you tonight," Fletcher joked.

"What's that mean?" the ice queen demanded.

"Well, if you are a Thirlby, then you must be into swinging and key parties like Uncle Cillian and Aunt Sharon."

"Paige, go find Aunt Fiona," Sienna ordered.

"Why bother? He's a lost cause," the brunette replied.

"Hey, don't order my best friend to do your errands," Fletcher hissed. "Maybe I should use your bestie as my...No, Rylee is too fragile to risk. Aha! I got it, and it's perfecto! Who better for our hero to save than our school's very own Lois Lane? Would you do me the honor, Ramsey?"

"Go near her and die."

"You all heard that, right? I have witnesses! Whitney Diamond just threatened my life. I'd better run home and lock myself in before the assassins arrive."

"That sounds wonderful. I'll call you a car," Whitney said, pulling out her phone.

"It's a solid offer. Ramsey's eyewitness account would make for a stellar article. Maybe you should be more focused on helping your friends' ambitions," Fletcher remarked, nearly causing Whitney to reach her breaking point. Then, moving closer to Sean, he added, "Seriously, I'm happy that you're okay. You're a good guy, Sean. I don't begrudge you one bit for what's coming. You deserve it, even if it's from a Diamond."

"I do worry that this will distract from your studies since you already needed to tighten them up, but I'm very pleased that you aren't more seriously injured," Paige told Sean.

"Geez, way to sound sympathetic," Fletcher said, elbowing his best friend.

"Is Newt okay? I heard that he was on the trip."

"Newt's fine. I'll let him know that you were worried, or you could tell him yourself. Maybe during a dance tonight," Sean hinted, figuring that his nerdy friend could use the help.

"Oh, I didn't mean it for that reason," Paige denied, blushing.

"Nope, not at all," Fletcher said, rolling his eyes. "Newt's her main competition for the top of the class rankings. She wants to win fair and square, not because Newt got hurt and can use that as an excuse."

"Well, isn't this a sight for sore eyes? Hopefully, a near-tragedy like this will build a few bridges," Bridget hinted heavily as she and Summer joined the group.

"Doubtful," Fletcher replied before Whitney could, which pissed the blonde off.

A series of greetings occurred, with Bridget also introducing Summer to the latest arrivals. Paige made a point of saying she already knew Dr. Mayfield.

"Is your mom down yet? I need to talk to her. And yours too," Bridget asked Sienna first before adding Fletcher.

"Aunt Sela is even worse than her daughter," Fletcher commented. "She's still primping herself. But my mom is down here somewhere."

"My mom came down with your mom, and you know that," Sienna stated, shooting a glare at her cousin. "I believe they were slowly making their way through the lobby, Dr. Tarver."

"Ah, thank you, dear," Bridget replied.

Watching the foursome walk away, she wondered where the icy blonde should rank on her list for Sean. Afraid of her own shadow, Rylee wasn't an option. And Paige was obviously a virgin, so that crossed her off the list.

"Gawd, would those two finally just fuck already?" Whitney remarked loudly. "Paige needs to loosen up, and Fletcher clearly needs a regular fuck buddy."

"They're best friends!" Ramsey pointed out. "Almost like brother and sister."

"So?"

"That would be like Sean and JoJo doing it," Zoey added, horrified by the image.

"And so?"

"We can only wish," Bridget mumbled, although only Sean and the two Rogers triplets heard.

"That's not happening ever," Sean declared, more to his mother than Whitney.

"Sorry, girls, but you need to get off the wheelchair," Bridget informed Loren and Rowan. "Dr. Mayfield needs to check on Sean."

Everyone watched as the young doctor drew Sean's full attention as she shone a flashlight into his eyes.

"Another hot woman for our patient," YoYo grumbled.

"And she's a doctor," Zara groaned.

"Fuck that! She's got big boobs," Kizzy whined, glancing down at her own chest.

"Maybe Sean has a thing for redheads," Beatrice speculated, nodding toward Harley, who blushed fiercely at the thought.

"We should find him an acceptable girl," Ariel suggested.

"One that's clearly short-term," Kizzy insisted, garnering nods of agreement from several of her friends.