Lorelei, Lucy, and Ryan all raised an eyebrow at Sammi. "From what Naomi told me, you absolutely trampled her heart," Lucy said, confused.

Sammi sighed. "Yeah, I did, but at the end of it, I swear."

\9 Years Ago/////////

Samantha elbowed her friend in the ribs. "Hey, look at that one," she said, chuckling and tilting her head at a chubby girl at the end of the bar, drunk off her ass and singing along with the band.

Sammi's friend Lia, an Asian girl with a bright blue dye job, eyed Sammi disappointedly. "Don't do it, girl. I swear, karma's gonna bite you in the ass for playing with every hopeless case that comes in here."

Sammi laughed. "Lia, Lia, Lia- what have I said about being a downer? Besides, she's not a hopeless case," she said smirking. "Look at those clothes, that bag, those glasses frames. Bitch is loaded," she chuckled, fist-pumping. "I'm just gonna be her sugar baby for a while."

"And then when you get bored, you'll tell her something about it being her fault," Lia said with a sigh. "Don't bullshit me, Samantha, I know you."

"Yeah, and I know she's a super easy mark," Sammi grinned. "She's checking out the band's guitarist. I'm like fifty times that hot." She got up, but not before Lia grabbed her elbow. 

"I swear, girl, this is a bad idea. Toy with this chick and you will live to regret it," the younger girl said seriously. "I swear on Tenebria's name that I'm serious."

Sammi shook her off. "Please cool it with the religious shit for one night. You might get laid more often," she said, advising her friend as she walked away.

((((((Now))))))

Lorelei laughed. "Lia was right, though, wasn't she?"

"But think," Sammi said simply, "if I hadn't broken her heart, she might never have met you."

"Point," Lorelei said grudgingly.

\9 Years Ago//////

"So," Sammi said, leaning against the bar, "got a name, cutie?"

The girl stammered and stuttered, unable to vocalize anything outside of single syllables. Eventually, however, she choked out her name. "I'm-I'm Naomi."

"Naomi, huh?" Sammi smirked, leaning forward and watching the dark-skinned girl's gaze drop to her cleavage for a moment before returning to the tall blonde's face. "I'm Samantha, but people I wanna sleep with can call me Sammi."

"Hey, Samantha," Naomi said, face flushed with alcohol and embarassment. 

"Didn't you hear me, girl?" Sammi asked with a sly grin. "You can call me Sammi."

Naomi's eyes went wide. "W-what?" she stammered, unable to process the thought.

Sammi sighed. "You. Me. My place. Fuck," she said slowly, making the appropriate finger motions for each fragment. 

((((((Now))))))

Lucy laughed. "You were being so smooth, but Naomi can't do shit when she's drunk.

"I wouldn't say that," Sammi smirked. "She was a pretty good lay that night, I have to say."

Lorelei flicked Sammi in the side, making her tumble away.

\9 Years Ago//////

After about a month, Sammi had Naomi wrapped firmly around her finger, and took advantage of that regularly- she had upgraded from bootleg movies and fake high-fashion bags to actual DVDs and the real deal. Naomi spoiled her girlfriend rotten.

Meanwhile, Sammi was extremely good at faking affection for her plus-sized paramour, and knew exactly what to say to get what she wanted. It didn't hurt the relationship that Naomi was absolutely amazing in bed. The blonde was a manipulative master, but she knew it required give and take. She put up with Naomi's utter neediness, her tendency to get overly excited, and her easily-shattered self-image.

Eventually, though, true to word, Sammi got bored with Naomi. The dark-skinned ravenette just didn't . . . do it for the blonde, and she had too much of a conscience to actually cheat on the girl. Sammi was very much a superficial woman, and a 200-plus pound girl with glasses was not what she'd want to be hooked up with long-term. 

It took a while- until that November, when the relationship had started in January- for Sammi to come up with something, but eventually she came up with a way to break up with Naomi.

Naomi calmly read in the living room of Sammi's apartment- she had asked why Sammi preferred to live here, over staying in Naomi's rather palatial home a few miles away, and Sammi didn't give much of an answer. Still, Naomi wouldn't push the girl to move in with her.

"Naomi," Sammi asked softly, in a sad voice Naomi hadn't heard her use, drawing the dark-skinned girl's attention immediately, "how do you see me?" Regardless of how Naomi answered this question, the blonde had a plan to turn it into an excuse to break up.

The girl on the couch gaped. "Huh? What? I- you're beautiful, if that's what you mean," Naomi said, reaching over to comfort the blonde, who beat the arm back.

"So that's all I am? Fucking eye candy?" Sammi asked in excellently acted anger. "I mean, come on now-"

"Oh, that's what you meant," Naomi sighed in relief. "No, you're not just eye candy. I love you, body and soul, and I hate seeing you unhappy like this. What brought this on?"

Internally, Sammi cursed. There went the simple plan. Best to be blunt. "Naomi, look, I'm hot, I'm twenty-three, and I still have livin' to do. You're fat, mostly blind, and your idea of 'partying' is putting on music at home followed by a fuck. I can't take it! Look, I put up with it because you have cash and you're a good lay, but . . . holy hell, you're ugly and boring. I can't take this for another day!"

Naomi was openly crying at this point. "No . . . please, Sammi . . . don't leave me . . . I can lose weight! I can be fun! I'll get you anything you want, please just don't-"

Sammi scrunched her face in anger, shoving Naomi out the door. "Get out of here! I don't want to see you again, you hear me! No more of this begging shit, get the fuck out!"

((((((Now))))))

"And this redeems you, how, exactly?" Lucy asked, snorting derisively. "I remember that day. She came back crying her eyes out, telling me you called her names, and I suggested she become your ideal. Slim down, lose the glasses, just to show you she could have changed for you."

Sammi translated for Lorelei before answering the question. "I was young, I was stupid, I was superficial. I wanted a constant party. I wanted a hot girl on one arm, a hot guy on the other, sex, parties, beer, and money." She shrugged. "I mean, really- I was a superficial airhead. Then, I see Naomi a year or two later, after I started getting my shit together, and . . . she was everything I wanted before, and everything I wanted now. She was beautiful, she was successful, stable job, nice house, affectionate, great in bed, and I didn't know how she was able to walk around without those bottlecaps on her face . . . I knew I'd fucked up. Here I was, chasing after the girl that I'd turned down. I was frustrated that she wouldn't give me the time of day, turned her nose up at my sexy displays, wouldn't respond to my teasing . . . and I didn't know what else to do." Sammi deflated, a tear in her eye. "I'd never . . . y'know . . . been in love before. I had no idea how to apologize, I was in denial that I needed to apologize. I thought she'd take me back because I was a hot, entitled little shit."

Lorelei sighed. "Have you apologized yet, though?"

"How can I?" Sammi laughed hollowly. "I'm two inches tall. Once again, she's taking care of all my needs. She can't understand me. All I can do is with my body- rubbing her feet, playing on her nipples, jumping inside her- now that I want to say things to her, and know what to say I can't," she sighed.

"Bullshit," Lucy said bluntly. "We translate all your little wants and needs to her, if you know you have to apologize, then just call one of us over so we can translate something we actually want her to hear," she said flatly.

"You'd . . . do that?" Sammi asked, hopeful.

Lucy nodded. "Of course I would. I want Naomi to be happy, remember? I want her to know that she's loved, even by someone like you."

After a quick translation, Lorelei nodded in approval. "Of course, there's one thing you guys missed." At their confusion, Lorelei grinned. "How her relationship with me started."