What happens in the night
“I… I have to go.” Melanie began, her nervousness shining through her attempted “cool” brightly. “I’m… Meeting a friend for lunch…” She lied.
Kris raised an eyebrow at the small blonde. As far as she was aware, Melanie hadn’t made any other friends at Highland other than herself. Melanie was the type of person who liked to keep to herself, and she made sure it stayed that way. All of the people Kris ever saw talking to Melanie were fighting a futile battle to gain her friendship; she always had one word, quiet replies to their questions, which made them give up. The thought of her making a friend in such a short amount of time couldn’t burrow into her head. Kris knew that the girl was lying.
Before she even got a chance to reply, Melanie was scurrying off down the hallway.
“She’s never acted like this before…” Kris murmured to herself. She couldn’t wrap her head around the girl’s actions.
She pondered over many possibilities during her fourth period Biology class, ranging from something small she may have said to upset the girl, and the kiss.
“The kiss…” Kris whispered. It was definitely a possibility as to why the girl would be avoiding her. But it wasn’t until today that she started avoiding her. They talked normally throughout the day before, and Melanie seemed to be fine with everything, and even began to warm up to Kris more; sitting closer to her, and finding little ways to touch her. It didn’t make sense. Why now? Why so suddenly…?
Kris’ eyebrows furrowed in frustration as she attempted to understand her current situation with the blonde that she was slowly, but surely, falling for.
She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn’t hear the teacher calling her name.
“Ms. Sawyer!” The man bellowed, getting more and more frustrated with the girl’s unresponsiveness.
Still no reply.
Two rows over a small brunette with blue eyes, and wavy hair reaching the small of her back sighed, and scrunched a piece of paper into a ball. She took aim, and strategically threw the ball over the heads of her classmates, and onto the head of none other than Kristen Sawyer.
The paper ball managed to break Kris out of her daze, and she whipped her head over to the side and glared at the brunette.
“I’m trying to think here, Sam.” She growled with a hint of playfulness that subsequently ruined the seriousness of the remark.
The brunette made an incomprehensible gesture towards the front of the classroom. Kris raised her eyebrow at the girl and shook her head. “You’re insane” She chuckled.
The chuckling didn’t last long as within moments a loud tapping could be heard coming from the other side of her desk. Kris slowly turned her head to the front, knowing that it must be the teacher.
Sam sighed and gently hit her head off the desk. “Moron.” she muttered under her breath.
Meanwhile, two rows over, Kris was staring up at the burly man that was their Biology teacher.
“Hi there Mr. Samuels, nice day, isn’t it?” Kris chipperly said to the man, a wide smile painted on her face.
The smile soon faded as the man’s eyes were transfixed onto her with an enraged glare. “Once again, Ms. Sawyer, you were not paying attention in my class. Care to tell me why?” He responded, his voice completely serious.
“Well…” Kris began, glancing at the clock above the whiteboard. Only three minutes left to class, she had to keep him distracted. “You know I love your lectures, sir. They’re just so interesting!” She exaggerated, a smile playing back on her lips. “But for some reason unknown to me, because I really do love your lectures, I couldn’t pay attention for the life of me!” She continued, adding emphasis to the “do”. “I am truly sorry. And it won’t happen again, I promise.” Or not…
The teacher let out a scoff, and folded his arms over his chest. He certainly wasn’t buying any of it.
“Kristen Sawyer… You’re defi-“ He began before getting cut off by the sound of the school bell ringing, signaling that it was time for the next class. Before he knew it, Kris was out of her seat, and out the door.
Saved by the bell.
As Kris shuffled down the hallway, seeking out her next class, she noticed the brunette from her Biology class at her locker, struggling with the lock.
Kris grinned and walked up behind the girl, unnoticed, and poked her in the ribs, gaining a surprised squeal from the girl.
She darted around to face her ‘attacker’. Her eyebrows furrowed in disapproval when she realized it was her long time friend, Kris.
“You jerk! You nearly scared me to death!” She whined, her seriousness fading to playfulness.
Kris laughed and extended her arms, resting them on the locker at either side of the girl’s – who was the same height as herself – head, and leaned into her face. “Yeah? I guess I was being a little slack, then.” She teased, smirking at the girl.
Sam blushed lightly and ducked under Kris’ arms, escaping her grasp. “Don’t do it anymore, okay?” She sighed, going back to fiddling with her lock.
Kris’ smirk widened, and she pushed herself off the locker. “Alright, alright. I won’t” She vowed while placing her hand over her heart, but her voice wasn’t sounding entirely sincere.
They stood for what seemed like an hour as Sam fiddled with her lock, still. She let out a sigh of frustration, along with a rainbow of language that not even the most foul man would use. Kris let out an amused chuckle and leaned against the locker adjacent to Sam’s.
“Having trouble?” Kris mused, her smile never fading.
Sam let out a grunt in reply to Kris’ smartass comment, and continued with the lock.
The raven haired girl laughed and gently nudged Sam aside, taking the lock into her own hands. The brunette unhesitatingly complied, ignoring the feeling of defeat that was overcoming her.
Within seconds a soft click was heard, and Kris stepped back from the locker, lock in hand. She swung the lock side to side with her index finger while her face was painted with a large, cocky grin.
“Here you are, m’lady.” Kris proclaimed, taking a deep bow.
Sam rolled her baby blue eyes and chuckled. “Oh! My hero!” She swooned dramatically, raising her hand to her forehead.
Both girls burst into laughter at their display. After recovering from the laughing fit, they took a moment to catch their breaths, and to relieve the stitches in their sides. A few minutes passed, and Sam gathered her books before they hurriedly went to their next, and last, class of the day.
Blue-green eyes darted around the room, taking in the scenery that was surrounding them.
The owner of these brilliantly colored eyes was sitting nervously on the double bed that occupied the center of the room, a deep blush painted on her normally pale face.
The cause of her embarrassment was currently in the next room over – the bathroom – taking a shower.
“Shower…” The raven haired girl muttered to herself. An even deeper blush – if that was even possible – made her face turn beet red as thoughts of her blonde haired companion, hot water running down her slender, naked body made a hostile takeover of her mind. She shook her head fiercely, trying to win the battle against those thoughts, but failing miserably.
“What am I thinking?” She asked herself as she jumped up off the bed and opted to look around the other girl’s bedroom in attempt to clear the unladylike thoughts that were occupying her mind, taunting her.
She walked around the considerably large bedroom, taking a moment to look at some of the odds and ends that the other girl had scattered across her bedroom. She picked up a small stuffed animal from a shelf that was full of the little critters. “She must like stuffed animals…” she thought as she eyed the creature in her hand closer.
She was holding a small white and pink bunny that had a red heart sewed to it’s chest. It was obviously some sort of Valentine’s gift. But from who?
She turned the bunny over, noticing that it had a small card attached to the back. She raised an eyebrow and eyed the card, her curiosity growing.
She knew that she shouldn’t open it, but with her curiosity growing by the second, she could hardly contain herself. She wanted to know what was written inside that little white card. She wanted to know who it was from. She had to know.
She bit down on her lower lip, contemplating whether she should open it or not. She glanced over her shoulder at the bedroom door. The blonde didn’t seem to be coming anytime soon. What could a little peek hurt?
She turned her head back to the teddy in her hand and stared at it for a few moments. She had no idea why she wanted to know who it was from so badly. All she did know is that it was in her hands, and her curiosity was eating her alive.
She slowly began opening the card, listening closely for any activity from the bathroom. The shower could no longer be heard running, though she vaguely heard the sound of a hairdryer through the walls. She had a few more minutes, at most. The girl smirked, and returned to her task at hand. The card was opened. Her eyes widened in shock, and the smirk was immediately wiped off her face as she read the contents. She couldn’t believe what her eyes were showing her.
“Happy Valentine’s day, Cassie.
Love always, Ryan.”
Underneath the message a small heart was drawn in red ink with great care.
“Ryan…?” The girl thought out loud, still unable to process it. “But… I thought…”
Her daze was broken as she heard the door to the bathroom open, and footsteps began nearing the room she was in.
She quickly returned the stuffed animal to it’s shelf, and turned herself around so that she was facing the door. Within seconds, a small, beautiful blonde entered the room.
“Hey Kris.” The blonde greeted as she came closer to the raven haired girl, oblivious to the fact that Kris had been snooping but seconds ago.
The blonde’s hair was still slightly damp, and her skin glistened from the water droplets that remained. She was wearing a plain navy tank top, and a pair of black women’s briefs.
Kris, unable to keep her eyes off the beauty in front of her, forgot completely about what she had just uncovered.
“Hey Cassie, feeling better?” She questioned. Her voice was gentle, as if she didn’t want to break the fragile girl with her voice alone.
Cassie blushed lightly and nodded. “Yeah… I guess so…”
“So… What’s up?”
Cassie knew exactly what Kris was asking about. She let out a sigh and sat down on her bed. Kris followed, and sat next to the girl. She wrapped her arm around Cassie’s waist, and pulled her close to herself. She sat quietly, waiting for the girl to speak.
“It’s Ryan…” Cassie started, some of the fear from earlier that day coming back to her face. She swallowed hard and let out a deep breath before continuing. “He’s been… Coming here… At night…”