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Ten after one in the morning I was lying awake, staring at the back of my eyelids. The fan on the night stand next to me was humming, but I could hardly hear anything over Angela's high-pitched giggles, "You're bad," she cooed to her boyfriend, Alex. There was no way in hell I was going to be able to live with her, listening to this every single night. She had been on the phone with him since I got home, other than when my mom beeped in and I was allowed to talk to her for a total of five minutes before Angela practically pried the phone from my hands.
That didn't bother me all that much though. All my mother wanted to do was complain to me about how I 'had better visit more often this year.' I rolled over, pulling a pillow over my exposed ear in hopes of drowning out some of the giggles and dirty talk from across the room. After several minutes of tossing and turning, exhaustion finally took over and I felt myself drifting off.
I opened my eyes to find myself in an all too familiar room. The desks were lined up in uneven rows in the back of the room. At the front stood Gerard, his back turned to me. Confused, I stepped forward slowly as to not gain his attention. I gazed around the room, wondering how I had ended up here. My thoughts were interrupted when Gerard turned to look at me, his eyes scanning my figure, making me feel as if a fire had been lit under me, "You came," he said, a smirk forming on his face, "I wasn't sure you would."
He turned to face me, placing his hands on my hips, "You're shaking," he observed, not giving me a chance to speak before he pressed his lips to mine. My first instinct was to push him away from me, but when I felt his soft, warm tongue dancing against my lips, trying to find an entrance, I gave in. I wrapped my arms around his neck, running my fingers through his dark hair and tugging lightly at the ends. He moaned as I took his bottom lip between my teeth and pulled fiercely.
He tightened his grip on my waist and started to back up, taking me with him. He pushed me against his desk, causing various objects to scatter to the floor, and I didn't even pay mind to the fact it didn't make any noise. Gerard reattached our lips, letting his hand slid up under my nightgown. I moaned and arched my back to him, my hands now gripping the desk I was perched on. His fingers moved up slowly on my thigh, making my legs tremble as he got closer and closer to the destination we both had in mind.
"Blair? Blair?" I blinked slowly, my eyes stinging at the bright lights around me. "Blair, wake up. It's almost eight o'clock." Angela stood above me, her brown eyes full of confusion, "You were moaning," she informed me.
"Ugh." I sat up, completely irritated that she had chosen that exact moment to wake me up, "Yeah, thanks," I said, rubbing my eyes.
"Don't you have class in like, ten minutes?" Angela still looked confused. Oh shit.
I sprung up out of bed, tripping over my cover as I went, "Shit." Well, today had started off well.
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"So you didn't drop it?" Hannah asked, her mouth full of spinach salad. I groaned at the sight of the chewed vegetables.
I shook my head, choosing to ignore her obvious disgusting habit. "I haven't...yet," I said, "but it's early enough. I mean, I still have time."
She rolled her eyes, "Why are you making such a big deal of this? You know you want him, and if he said what you claim, then he obviously feels the same way. Besides, how often do you have the class?"
"You don't know that," I replied, rolling my eyes. "I have the class Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays from 9:30 to 11:00. So basically enough to know that if I keep the class long enough, I'll end up doing something I regret. I mean, after that dream it's all I can..." I bit my bottom lip, instantly regretting having just slipped. I hadn't originally planned on telling Hannah. God love her, but the woman loves to tease me about things like that, and she doesn't forget things easy either.
Hannah giggled as she didn't seem too shocked, "Dream? You didn't tell me about any dream. Did you two get it on? Did you get freaky?" She snorted through her words.
I rolled my eyes, "You see, this is why I didn't want to tell you. You're so childish." I looked up and locked eyes with someone across the cafeteria, causing my breath to get caught in my throat. Gerard was not far from me, and was closing in at a rapid pace.
"What's wrong?" Hannah looked back, just as he found his way over to our table.
Gerard smiled at the two of us, "Hey, sorry to interrupt, but I need to borrow Blair for a quick moment. If you don't mind," He said to Hannah, though he kept his gaze fixated on me.
Hannah looked confused for a moment, until she noticed the look I was giving her. I was silently begging her to make up an excuse that would make him go away. Much to my dismay, but not shock, Hannah nodded in agreement, "Take her, please."
I had never seriously thought about killing someone, but at that moment all I wanted to do was reach across the table and strangle her. Gerard didn't seem to notice the tension in the air as he replied, "Well, thank you." He smirked at me, "Blair, would you come with me please? There's something I need to talk to you about...in private."
I nodded, my throat dry, "Just let me go to the bathroom really quick." I stood up without waiting for him to reply. I hurried off to towards the bathroom, wondering what he had in mind.
Ten after one in the morning I was lying awake, staring at the back of my eyelids. The fan on the night stand next to me was humming, but I could hardly hear anything over Angela's high-pitched giggles, "You're bad," she cooed to her boyfriend, Alex. There was no way in hell I was going to be able to live with her, listening to this every single night. She had been on the phone with him since I got home, other than when my mom beeped in and I was allowed to talk to her for a total of five minutes before Angela practically pried the phone from my hands.
That didn't bother me all that much though. All my mother wanted to do was complain to me about how I 'had better visit more often this year.' I rolled over, pulling a pillow over my exposed ear in hopes of drowning out some of the giggles and dirty talk from across the room. After several minutes of tossing and turning, exhaustion finally took over and I felt myself drifting off.
I opened my eyes to find myself in an all too familiar room. The desks were lined up in uneven rows in the back of the room. At the front stood Gerard, his back turned to me. Confused, I stepped forward slowly as to not gain his attention. I gazed around the room, wondering how I had ended up here. My thoughts were interrupted when Gerard turned to look at me, his eyes scanning my figure, making me feel as if a fire had been lit under me, "You came," he said, a smirk forming on his face, "I wasn't sure you would."
He turned to face me, placing his hands on my hips, "You're shaking," he observed, not giving me a chance to speak before he pressed his lips to mine. My first instinct was to push him away from me, but when I felt his soft, warm tongue dancing against my lips, trying to find an entrance, I gave in. I wrapped my arms around his neck, running my fingers through his dark hair and tugging lightly at the ends. He moaned as I took his bottom lip between my teeth and pulled fiercely.
He tightened his grip on my waist and started to back up, taking me with him. He pushed me against his desk, causing various objects to scatter to the floor, and I didn't even pay mind to the fact it didn't make any noise. Gerard reattached our lips, letting his hand slid up under my nightgown. I moaned and arched my back to him, my hands now gripping the desk I was perched on. His fingers moved up slowly on my thigh, making my legs tremble as he got closer and closer to the destination we both had in mind.
"Blair? Blair?" I blinked slowly, my eyes stinging at the bright lights around me. "Blair, wake up. It's almost eight o'clock." Angela stood above me, her brown eyes full of confusion, "You were moaning," she informed me.
"Ugh." I sat up, completely irritated that she had chosen that exact moment to wake me up, "Yeah, thanks," I said, rubbing my eyes.
"Don't you have class in like, ten minutes?" Angela still looked confused. Oh shit.
I sprung up out of bed, tripping over my cover as I went, "Shit." Well, today had started off well.
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"So you didn't drop it?" Hannah asked, her mouth full of spinach salad. I groaned at the sight of the chewed vegetables.
I shook my head, choosing to ignore her obvious disgusting habit. "I haven't...yet," I said, "but it's early enough. I mean, I still have time."
She rolled her eyes, "Why are you making such a big deal of this? You know you want him, and if he said what you claim, then he obviously feels the same way. Besides, how often do you have the class?"
"You don't know that," I replied, rolling my eyes. "I have the class Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays from 9:30 to 11:00. So basically enough to know that if I keep the class long enough, I'll end up doing something I regret. I mean, after that dream it's all I can..." I bit my bottom lip, instantly regretting having just slipped. I hadn't originally planned on telling Hannah. God love her, but the woman loves to tease me about things like that, and she doesn't forget things easy either.
Hannah giggled as she didn't seem too shocked, "Dream? You didn't tell me about any dream. Did you two get it on? Did you get freaky?" She snorted through her words.
I rolled my eyes, "You see, this is why I didn't want to tell you. You're so childish." I looked up and locked eyes with someone across the cafeteria, causing my breath to get caught in my throat. Gerard was not far from me, and was closing in at a rapid pace.
"What's wrong?" Hannah looked back, just as he found his way over to our table.
Gerard smiled at the two of us, "Hey, sorry to interrupt, but I need to borrow Blair for a quick moment. If you don't mind," He said to Hannah, though he kept his gaze fixated on me.
Hannah looked confused for a moment, until she noticed the look I was giving her. I was silently begging her to make up an excuse that would make him go away. Much to my dismay, but not shock, Hannah nodded in agreement, "Take her, please."
I had never seriously thought about killing someone, but at that moment all I wanted to do was reach across the table and strangle her. Gerard didn't seem to notice the tension in the air as he replied, "Well, thank you." He smirked at me, "Blair, would you come with me please? There's something I need to talk to you about...in private."
I nodded, my throat dry, "Just let me go to the bathroom really quick." I stood up without waiting for him to reply. I hurried off to towards the bathroom, wondering what he had in mind.
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