University Boy

Chapter 4

•Authors Note•

So I decided since I was off school and had nothing to do I would update this again.
Does anyone else ever just think up the story as they go along or is that just me? I find it easier to write if I do it that way, I'm not really one for planning out things.
Enjoy!!
~Nicola ^-^

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I woke up with a throbbing head and aching limbs.
I groaned, this felt like some sort of hangover. I cuddled up to the bed sheets, trying to absorb some warmth from them and trying to ignore the sickly feeling.
It was still dark outside. My guess was it was about four in the morning.
This bed was so comfy. I could probably just sink into it if I tried my hardest too.
My eyes shot open as I realised in a split second that I had no idea where I was.
Then I bolted up, taking in my surroundings.
There was album covers all over the walls, The Who, Pearl Jam, Metallica, you name it.
The room was tidy, there was a bookshelf filled with notepads. Literally, all I saw was notepads.
I saw a few guitars in the corner of the room, one electric and one acoustic.
Beside the bed was a small cabinet. It had a full glass of water, a basin, paracetamol and a small note on it.
I picked up the note, straining my eyes to read it.
If you're not feeling too good.
-Ricky x
So I was in Ricky's room?
Many questions were going through my head. Why was I here, and not at home, with Matthew? Or Cara's house or anyone else's house?
"You're awake." I glanced up and saw Ricky leaning at the doorway.
"Why am I here?" I asked warily.
"All your friends were blackout drunk. I didn't think it would be safe to leave you at her house. I didn't know where you lived, and I figured I would ask when you woke up. And I couldn't leave you anywhere near that scumbag who tried to..." Ricky's voice raised, he was definitely angry.
"It's fine. Thank you for looking out for me," I said, attempting to even things out.
He paced in and sat by the bed, looking at me. "Are you feeling okay?"
"I... My head hurts. I feel a bit achy, but I'll be okay." I smiled reassuringly and he flashed a small smile back.
"I shouldn't have left you. I saw him in the corner of my eye but I had no idea he would..." He paused. "I'm sorry. You must have been terrified, god." He clasped his hands and leaned his head on them, closing his eyes.
"It's fine, I promise. Nothing happened." I tried to be helpful but it didn't work very well.
"I punched him too. Right on the fucking face. I was so angry, I regret it now, he's only what, 17?" He sighed.
"How old are you?" I asked.
"Nineteen." He responded.
My guess on that first day had been accurate.
"Don't worry. I'm sure neither he or his friends will remember it was you, and if he does then we just play dumb. Easy." I responded.
"You're so optimistic. I like that. It'll get you far." He said, beginning to relax.
I grinned. "Thanks."
"Do you want to borrow a phone? You can go home if you want, I could give you a lift. Mind you it is half four in the morning." He suggested.
"I think my brother will be sleeping, but if I could text him that'd be great. I left my phone at Cara's as far as I can remember..." I sighed. It was locked away in a drawer so I should be okay.
"Here," He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out an iPhone, opening up messages and giving it to me. "Just put in his number." He smiled.
I took it from him. "Thanks," I said as I keyed it in.
Hey Matthew, just to let you know everything is going fine and I'm sleeping safe at Cara's. See you tomorrow.
(This is Emma's phone)
~Anne x
I hit send and gave Ricky back his phone.
"Let's hope he believes that." I sighed.
He raised his eyebrows at me and grinned. "Let's hope." He said, locking his phone again.
"Incase you didn't know he gave you a date rape drug. It's not lethal on the long run but if you feel dizzy or whatever just tell me, I'll look after you tonight." Ricky said, nodding at me. "Mind you, if anything happened at the time he drugged you, well, that could be considered lethal." His hand ran up and down my leg in a comforting motion. At least, I assumed that.
"Yeah. I realise that now I just... I thought it was all teasing, what he said to me." I sort of felt bad. Realising Lewis was pretty much a disgusting and vile human being to a greater extent hit me hard too. I don't feel sorry for him, I'll never be able to look at him the same way again. But it represents how you really don't know people as well as you thought. Oh, and also alcohol isn't worth it, kids.
"Teasing or not, he should be locked up in my opinion. People like that don't deserve a chance at a decent life." He told me.
I completely agreed with him.
"Are you tired?" He asked.
"No, not really. Are you tired?"
"I'm fine. Want a tour of the house?" Ricky imitated my voice and covered his hands over his face, mocking me.
I flung a pillow at him.
"Lead the way." I said in a deep northern accent.
He chucked the pillow back and held his hand out to me, so I took it and he pulled me up, quickly. Too quick for me to keep my balance.
I squealed a little as I fell into his chest.
He was warm, and comfortable. He smelled of aftershave and cheap beer, it was relaxing.
I balanced myself and looked to him.
He was looking at me, exploring my face with his eyes. I still had a grip on him and his hands were on my waist.
"I feel like I should be honest and tell you how badly I want to kiss you right now."
I swallowed, my heart felt like it was about to leap out of my chest.
"Do it, then."
The next thing I knew his lips were on mine, and it felt... Right. His grip around me tightened and I shifted my arms up to his neck.
Was this right? Should I feel this way about my assistant teacher?
His lips moved in unison with mine, it was tender but daring on his part.
Fuck it. Who cared if it was right or wrong? That feeling could be dwelled upon later as in that moment I was content with the kiss.
We broke apart for a moment but he went for it again and I couldn't resist.
He was dominating, his arms right around me but I felt like this was no where near his limit.
I moved backwards with him, only a little until I felt my back hit a cold wall behind me.
It became more passionate, he took ahold of my wrists and pinned me back.
He bit my lip a little, making me moan in surprise. He took that as an opportunity to push his tongue against mine, and all I could think to do was copy what he was doing, it was empowering.
The kiss seemed to go on for hours. And, when he did break away, I felt different.
I was slowly falling for him and I couldn't do anything to stop it.
"Ever since I walked into that classroom, I wanted that." He said, leaning in to kiss my forehead.
I smiled. The moment was perfect.
*
Half an hour later we were snuggled up on Ricky's sofa downstairs watching Back To The Future with a bowl of popcorn and his bed sheets.
"I can't believe this is your first time seeing this." I muttered to Ricky, pretending to be disappointed.
He made puppy dog eyes at me. "I'm sorry."
I just threw a piece of popcorn at him and he threw one back.
"Violence will not be tolerated in Château De Ricky." He grinned.
"Oh my god, you sound like someone's dad." I smiled and gazed up at him.
He leaned in for a kiss and pecked me gently.
"What time is it?" I asked.
He checked his phone and replied, "About half five."
"I have to say, I prefer this to Cara's 'best 16th party' so thank you for this." I smirked.
"You're welcome. Now shh, I was enjoying your film."
We were about to get settled again when Ricky's phone rang, a call from an unknown number.
He answered it.
"Oh yeah. Uhm, hey. Yeah. She's right here..." He handed the phone to me and mouthed 'It's your brother'.
Oh fuck.
"Matthew? Hey..." I murmured.
"Anne, I'm not your parents. You could have just told me if you were with a boy." Matthew teased.
"But really. Remember to use protection, I don't want any mini Anne's running around too soon." He laughed and I sighed, sort of relieved he took it well.
"If I was to consider it then yes I would take precautions." I rolled my eyes to Ricky who was laughing.
"I phoned to say I was off to work and if you need anything you know who to go to. I'm suspecting competition between George and your new man, though." He teased over the phone.
"I'm hanging up now, but thank you for checking up."
"See you, ugly."
I gave the phone back to Ricky and practically felt like crawling into a hole and dying.
"Who's George?" He asked, passing it off like it wasn't a big question but I knew my answer would mean a lot to him.
"Oh, he's my brothers friend. He stays with us quite a bit, he's not got a house of his own." I exclaimed.
"No competition?" He winked and hit my arm playfully.
"Competition with a homeless 33 year old? Yeah, sure." I giggled.
"You never know." He said, moving over a bit so I could snuggle again.
That morning meant more to me than that night.

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Sorry if the last part dragged on a bit, I got a little carried away.
I hope everyone liked it anyhow!
New chapter soon😱
~Nicola ^-^x