You gave me wings

Chapter eleven

We talked for a while after I got my breath back. At nearly midnight we hung up due to needing to be up at six for school. Even though the lessons didn't start until about eight, we both liked having some time to spare. 

At school that morning, every kid in the lobby turned to look at me when I walked in. I hardly noticed. My attention was on the five-foot-eleven red-haired teenager lost in a conversation with another female. My heart was pulling, trying to get me closer to her. 

She was unaware of the change in her surroundings; that focus was insanely attractive to me and I felt a desire to have her focus like that on myself. 

This was followed by a massive guilt trip because how dare I actually want attention like that!

After about a minute of silence, just as I took a step towards my girlfriend, the heckling began which ended up being an oddly harmonic chorus of voices yelling variations of:

"Ew, the fag is here." "Go home, you sick freak." "You deserve to die, you AIDs magnet before you spread your fuck disease!"

Along with taunts such as:

"You want to lick my pussy, pretty girl?" "Bet you lay awake at night, rubbing one out to the thought of your finger in my ass!" "How sick you gotta be to actually want ass?" "Someone needs to send you to a conversion camp!" 

You get the gist. My favorite one was the one telling me that Indy deserved better than a lowlife, bottom-of-the-barrel scum like me.

I was now frozen in place with my siblings standing behind me. I feared that if I moved a second time, then the mob would psychically attack. I looked back at Indy and watched as a friend of hers approached her.

Whatever the friend said caused Indy to appear alarmed and then look right at me with adorable widened eyes. I felt an immediate pang of excitement in my stomach the second our gazes met. 

I also saw her expression soften despite the obvious stress she was feeling from the situation; she headed my way, kicking my heartbeat up quite a few notches. 

Many of her friends attempted to stop her, but she just pushed through, determined to reach me. Upon doing that, she rested he arms on my shoulders and kissed me. 

The lobby fell into a creepy, dead, you-could-hear-a-pin-drop silence. 

Beyond that, I became lost in the kiss, which dragged for far longer than I realized it would. 

Those in the lobby just watched (creepy, right?); at least, I assumed that based on how nobody said a thing. When quiet murmurs started up again, Indy pulled away. My siblings, deciding I was safe now, left me to it, both heading towards their lockers. 

My gaze returned to her. I made a note that my main emotion was elation, although some confusion was there, too. 

"Morning," she said with a grin. "G..g...Uhm..." Crap. I shook my head to try to clear it, and tried again: "Morning."

Her gaze turned an odd mixture of amused and concerned, placing her unbroken hand against one of my cheeks. "You okay?" She asked, her thumb stroking the cheek a little bit. My stomach quivered with excitement. 

"Wh... what do you mean?" I asked, unsure if she means me specifically, or the situation, or the kiss, or...

"Everything: the kids, the kiss... you just seem to be struggling a bit."

Oh, she was right, of course.

"The kids I expected. You and your kiss I did not."

Now she looked confused. "Me?"