Take me to church | girlxgirl

How many Holy Marys?

Robin thought she should be exempted. Why should she lead the praying of the rosary when everybody knew that she did not believe in God. Wouldn't it appear insincere if she did?

Scanning the room, she contemplated on asking Julia who she deemed as the most religious person in the classroom to replace her as the prayer leader of the day. Robin decided against it, grinning at her seatmate Lexa instead. "Alexa, pray the rosary."

Lexa groaned, having had enough of the "Alexa" joke. "I swear to God! One more, Yates. One more and you're dead."

Robin rolled her eyes at her friend, admitting her defeat by walking to the front. She sighed loudly, glancing at her classmates' expecting eyes.

Picking at the bead, Robin started reciting Our Father.

Her parents never really taught her how the beads work. Her father was a Buddhist while her mother was a non practicing catholic. She did not grew up going to church on Sundays and attending bible study like her other childhood friends did. Instead, her mom would take her hiking up the mountains with their crossbows or any current fixation she had.

Robin absentmindedly recited Holy Mary, the silence of the room making her yawn for the nth time. Eventually, she lost count of the beads halfway through but was quite confident that she was in the 7th bead already.

At this point three of her classmates were sleeping while several stared off into space.

After two more Holy Marys, a movement at the corner of the room caught her eyes. Lexa repeatedly moved her hand in a slicing motion at her neck. Thinking that this was her revenge for the Alexa joke, Robin rolled her eyes and ignored her bandmate, continuing the prayer.

A second later however, a tiny ball of paper hit her face making her glare at the culprit. "What?" She mouthed aggressively.

"Stop," Yohan mouthed back. "Too much."

Oh.

Recovering from her frozen state in merely a couple of seconds, Robin shrugged and ended the prayer like nothing happened while the class laughed at her inability to do a simple prayer.

The laughter died down once Sister Joslyn stepped inside the room, barely greeting her students before continuing where they stopped last meeting.

"Miss d'Andrea, do you mind fetching the guitar in the auditorium?"

"No, of course not, Sister." The star student smiled, closing her text book before standing up. Chatter can be heard from the back of the room along with a rustling of a plastic, preceded with a very loud crunch of what seemed to sound like crisps.

All heads turned towards the culprit who was frozen like a deer in a headlights, except with its mouth full of crisps.

"Miss Yates, accompany Miss d'Andrea."

Swallowing all the chips, Robin whined. "It's only one guitar, though. God gave Isabelle two hands, sister. She must use God's gift to the best of her abilities."

"Do not test me today Miss Yates."

"If I was God, I'd be pretty disappointed. I might even write down 'amputate Isabelle's left arm through a dog bite that I choose to happen because I'm very powerful and I can do whatever I want' in my divine plan."

Sister Joslyn merely stared at her until Robin was uncomfortable enough to sigh and stand up from her seat. "Okay fine. I'm going."

"Thank God."

"You're welcome, Sister Joslyn. No problem at all." Robin grinned, even having the audacity to wink at the Sister who could only put her head on her hands as if she's contemplating all her life choices leading up to this day.

Relieving the Sister from having to hear another word from the walking headache, Isabelle pulls Robin's tie and dragged her out of the classroom.

On the way to the auditorium, Isabelle felt the girl next to her staring without saying any word and this made her extremely uncomfortable that she had to direct her piercing gaze at the dark brown haired girl. "What?"

"Come to think of it. It's surprising you're not homophobic. Why?"

"Why is it surprising?" Isabelle scoffed, clearly offended as she pushed open one of the double doors to the auditorium, flicking on the lights.

"Because! You go to church every Sunday, you have a bible inside your bag everyday, you're always praying, taking religion too seriously, plus your father is like--- I won't even go into that, and who knows? Maybe your panties have prints of Jesus on them."

"Wha--You--I don't!" Perplexed, Isabelle stopped near the stage while Robin smugly went past her, looking over her shoulder with a smirk.

"Sure."

After successfully picking up the guitar, all the while feeling the green-eyed beauty glaring at her, the two of them started their way up the stairs when the lights went off suddenly, leaving them in complete darkness.

Robin shrugged, about to take a step when she felt a hand gripping at her arm tightly. "What's wrong with you?"

"Do you feel that?" Isabelle was too close to Robin that the latter could feel her breath behind her ear. She shivered.

"Your hand squeezing my arm? Yes I do." She attempted to remove Isabelle's fingers which had its nails digging into her skin, but Isabelle only gripped her tighter.

"No! Someone's staring at us. I can feel it. Who's there?" Isabelle's voice echoed in the enclosed space as she darted her eyes around looking for something.

"No one's here. And if there is, it's probably the janitor."

"Then why is he staring at us?"

Robin heard the slight shake on the other girl's voice and felt the hand gripping her get colder and a bit sweaty. "Because you're talking too much."

"That doesn't--"

Sighing, Robin walked to her left with Isabelle attached to her then opened the thick velvet curtains, finally giving them enough light to see.

Isabelle immediately let go of robin, taking a step away as they were too close for comfort.

"See? There's no one here." Turning around, Robin proceeded to take a step up once again. "Let's go before Sister decides to send me to eternal damnation. It's not like she's going to believe me when I say that you were the one--"

She was halted once again by Isabelle, who pulled her behind, acting like her usual self again. "Walk behind me."

"Rude."