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A ringing cell phone woke me from my light sleep, my back aching from lying on nothing but a thin blanket spread out on the hard floor for so long. My eyes shot open as I realized we had fallen asleep in the supply room. Gerard seemed to be thinking the same thing as he frantically searched for his beckoning phone, his eyes wide in shock. I glanced at my watch. Just after eleven, but it felt even later.
I found my shirt and pulled it over my head as Gerard answered his phone, a look of relief washing over his face as he finally found it, "Hello." He walked out of the supply room, looking back to me and giving me a weak smile and nod as he went. I smiled back half-heartedly as I continued to get dressed.
Curiosity got the best of me as I tried to listen in on Gerard's conversation, pressing my ear to the door. 'Who would be calling him this late?' The thought hadn't even crossed my mind when I first heard the phone, but his reaction had me wondering who he was talking to.
"I'll be there soon." He hung up the phone just as I walked up behind him, adjusting my skirt for the tenth time.
Gerard smiled at me nervously, wrapping his arms around me in an awkward hug, "I've got to go," he said, pulling back from the embrace. "Family thing," he added when I looked at him skeptically.
"Everything alright?" The look of worry on his face had me concerned; He looked like he had just seen a ghost.
Nodding, he leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. "No worries," he said, "We'll have to finish the picture later. Can you come by tomorrow, same time?" he asked, brushing my hair out of my face.
"Sure," I replied, leaning in and giving him a swift kiss on the lips.
Grinning, he walked me to the door, "Goodnight." He followed me out, locking up after he had turned out the lights. "Actually, you should probably go before me. This wouldn't...look right." His eyes darted from side to side nervously.
I laughed, nodding understandingly. "Goodnight, Gerard," I walked out into the warm night air, letting the door fall shut behind me. Walking back to my dorm, I felt air creep it's way up my skirt. Only then did I realize...I had left my underwear.
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It was the next day after all my classes were over when I told Hannah what had happened. Her response wasn't shocking: "You little tramp," she giggled, lying sprawled across my bed, her arms hanging off the sides. "Was it any good?"
Sitting on the only chair in the small space provided. I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help but laugh at her as she nearly fell of the bed. "Yes, Hannah. If you must know, it was good," I replied, deciding to humor her.
She snorted, turning right side up on the bed, propping her head in her hands, "Well, I just don't see how you forgot your underwear," she said, "Or did you really? He ask to keep them for like, a souvenir or something?" Her nose twitched as she finished her question.
"No, he didn't ask to keep them. I must have just got side tracked when I was trying to hear who he was talking to on the phone. I don't understand who would call so late." I shrugged, "I'm going back this afternoon since he didn't get to do much of the drawing last night."
Hannah poked out her tongue and giggled, "You're going to end up doing it again," she said in a matter-of-fact tone. "There probably isn't a contest," she rolled her eyes dramatically, "I mean, have you ever heard of anything like that for professors? I know I haven't. What I think is, it's just his way of getting you alone."
"You have an overactive imagination," I retorted lamely, "I need to get going though. I've got less than fifteen minutes to get there and I plan on being nosey about who called him last night. I think I deserve an explanation." I stood up, "You can stay here if you want, though I don't think you'll want to. Angela will be back soon, and you'll have to endure listening to her talk dirty to her pervert boyfriend."
Hannah pulled a face, following after me as quick as she could, "That's okay. I've got a paper due tomorrow anyhow," she replied.
She walked with me until we got to her dorm, where we said goodbye and she wished me 'good luck', though I knew was she was meaning. I was beginning to think she was the one that needed to get laid. All the woman ever talked about was sex.
Outside the air felt damp and the clouds overhead were dark and I instantly realized it was about to rain. I decided I could walk fast enough to avoid getting rained on, but halfway there, I realized I had been wrong. Really wrong. It began to rain hard as I jogged, nearly tripping over my own foot. I jerked open the door to the art department and quickly ran inside, nearly slamming the door shut behind me.
The air inside was shockingly cold to my wet skin, and I started to shiver, rubbing my arms viciously trying to regain some warmth. 'Great, now Gerard gets to see me soaking wet, my make up running down my face, and my hair sticking to my head.' I thought, rolling my eyes.
I walked in the classroom, not even bothering to knock, "Gerard?" I called out.
A few moments later Gerard walked out of the supply room, a small smile on his face. He kissed me lightly on the cheek, "You okay? You're shaking," he observed.
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just because I'm wet," I said, instantly realizing how wrong that statement had sounded. Gerard smirked, rubbing circles on my elbows with his thumbs.
He face grew serious after a moment and he dropped his hands from my arms, "We need to talk," he said. I nodded, already knowing what the next words out of his mouth were going to be, "about last night." Yep.
A ringing cell phone woke me from my light sleep, my back aching from lying on nothing but a thin blanket spread out on the hard floor for so long. My eyes shot open as I realized we had fallen asleep in the supply room. Gerard seemed to be thinking the same thing as he frantically searched for his beckoning phone, his eyes wide in shock. I glanced at my watch. Just after eleven, but it felt even later.
I found my shirt and pulled it over my head as Gerard answered his phone, a look of relief washing over his face as he finally found it, "Hello." He walked out of the supply room, looking back to me and giving me a weak smile and nod as he went. I smiled back half-heartedly as I continued to get dressed.
Curiosity got the best of me as I tried to listen in on Gerard's conversation, pressing my ear to the door. 'Who would be calling him this late?' The thought hadn't even crossed my mind when I first heard the phone, but his reaction had me wondering who he was talking to.
"I'll be there soon." He hung up the phone just as I walked up behind him, adjusting my skirt for the tenth time.
Gerard smiled at me nervously, wrapping his arms around me in an awkward hug, "I've got to go," he said, pulling back from the embrace. "Family thing," he added when I looked at him skeptically.
"Everything alright?" The look of worry on his face had me concerned; He looked like he had just seen a ghost.
Nodding, he leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. "No worries," he said, "We'll have to finish the picture later. Can you come by tomorrow, same time?" he asked, brushing my hair out of my face.
"Sure," I replied, leaning in and giving him a swift kiss on the lips.
Grinning, he walked me to the door, "Goodnight." He followed me out, locking up after he had turned out the lights. "Actually, you should probably go before me. This wouldn't...look right." His eyes darted from side to side nervously.
I laughed, nodding understandingly. "Goodnight, Gerard," I walked out into the warm night air, letting the door fall shut behind me. Walking back to my dorm, I felt air creep it's way up my skirt. Only then did I realize...I had left my underwear.
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It was the next day after all my classes were over when I told Hannah what had happened. Her response wasn't shocking: "You little tramp," she giggled, lying sprawled across my bed, her arms hanging off the sides. "Was it any good?"
Sitting on the only chair in the small space provided. I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help but laugh at her as she nearly fell of the bed. "Yes, Hannah. If you must know, it was good," I replied, deciding to humor her.
She snorted, turning right side up on the bed, propping her head in her hands, "Well, I just don't see how you forgot your underwear," she said, "Or did you really? He ask to keep them for like, a souvenir or something?" Her nose twitched as she finished her question.
"No, he didn't ask to keep them. I must have just got side tracked when I was trying to hear who he was talking to on the phone. I don't understand who would call so late." I shrugged, "I'm going back this afternoon since he didn't get to do much of the drawing last night."
Hannah poked out her tongue and giggled, "You're going to end up doing it again," she said in a matter-of-fact tone. "There probably isn't a contest," she rolled her eyes dramatically, "I mean, have you ever heard of anything like that for professors? I know I haven't. What I think is, it's just his way of getting you alone."
"You have an overactive imagination," I retorted lamely, "I need to get going though. I've got less than fifteen minutes to get there and I plan on being nosey about who called him last night. I think I deserve an explanation." I stood up, "You can stay here if you want, though I don't think you'll want to. Angela will be back soon, and you'll have to endure listening to her talk dirty to her pervert boyfriend."
Hannah pulled a face, following after me as quick as she could, "That's okay. I've got a paper due tomorrow anyhow," she replied.
She walked with me until we got to her dorm, where we said goodbye and she wished me 'good luck', though I knew was she was meaning. I was beginning to think she was the one that needed to get laid. All the woman ever talked about was sex.
Outside the air felt damp and the clouds overhead were dark and I instantly realized it was about to rain. I decided I could walk fast enough to avoid getting rained on, but halfway there, I realized I had been wrong. Really wrong. It began to rain hard as I jogged, nearly tripping over my own foot. I jerked open the door to the art department and quickly ran inside, nearly slamming the door shut behind me.
The air inside was shockingly cold to my wet skin, and I started to shiver, rubbing my arms viciously trying to regain some warmth. 'Great, now Gerard gets to see me soaking wet, my make up running down my face, and my hair sticking to my head.' I thought, rolling my eyes.
I walked in the classroom, not even bothering to knock, "Gerard?" I called out.
A few moments later Gerard walked out of the supply room, a small smile on his face. He kissed me lightly on the cheek, "You okay? You're shaking," he observed.
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just because I'm wet," I said, instantly realizing how wrong that statement had sounded. Gerard smirked, rubbing circles on my elbows with his thumbs.
He face grew serious after a moment and he dropped his hands from my arms, "We need to talk," he said. I nodded, already knowing what the next words out of his mouth were going to be, "about last night." Yep.
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