E + A

detention

We didn't do homework. We never do, but I don't complain.

 Al is like a parasite. She never gets off of my mind. It irritates me sometimes, but I can't do anything about it. I can never seem to get her out. Her words are so taunting. I never want to leave her alone. She's all mine. Isn't that so... paralyzing? Every minute I don't have with her is like mourning someones death. I can't sit fifteen minutes without craving her skin against mine. I'd do anything, trade the world to be with her right now. Just, five minutes. Please. It's all I need. Yet, I'm sitting here, 10 minutes early to detention for 'talking back.' The detention room today is my last hour, so I guess it isn't that bad. I can doodle in peace.

2 minutes late, but she showed up. I wonder why Al's here. She sat on the other side of the room, looking as if she has nothing better to do. I keep bouncing my leg and tapping the pencil against my notebook. I barely glanced at her and I caught her staring. She looked away, and I felt myself grin. I looked down at my doodles and scratched one of them out. Our eyes caught each other when I looked back up. She gave me that look. She knows exactly what gets me going. She leaned back in her chair and gazed at me with helpless eyes. I stared back, narrowing my eyes and leaning my head into my arm. She tilted her head at me as if she was asking. She already knows the answer. I replied with an up and down glance. She shifted her thighs together, raising her hand.
"Can I go to the bathroom yet?" she asked with a slight shake in her tone. The teacher nodded, and she got up. She looked at me over her shoulder with a desperate gaze and walked out. I took a deep breath,
"I need a drink," I started, raising my hand and resting my head into my other hand, keeping my eyes down. The teacher hesitated for a second, then nodded again. I got up the moment I saw her movement. I made my way out of the room and shut the door behind me with urgency. I let out a heavy sigh and went up to Al, following her into the bathroom.

The moment we went out of sight, my hands found themselves already under her shirt. I picked her up with her legs around my waist and carried her into the nearest stall, pressing my lips against hers with greed. I desperately shut the stall door behind me and locked it. I pinned her up against the wall and damn near ripped her shirt open. I kissed up on her chest up to her lips. With quick breaths, she let out a whine. Finally.

We do that a lot more often than I'd like to admit. I don't blame myself. Who wouldn't with her? She's everything. Mostly, anyway. My grades have dropped a lot since I've been with her. So has my mood, if I'm honest. Everyone stares at me a lot more than they used to. I get a lot less sleep. And recently, we've been getting into a lot of arguments over little shit. Its really getting on my nerves.
"Are you sure you're okay, man?" Regan confronted me.
I nodded, zoning back in, "Yes, I'm sure," I looked down and picked at my hand. "You need to stop worrying."
"It's kinda hard to when you're acting like... this."
"Don't even start with that shit."
"Hey, woah, what's with the mood? I'm just telling you, I'm worried."
"And I'm telling you I'm fine, Carlos and I have already been through this."
"You're a lot more readable than you think, Eric," he started again, looking down and messing with a piece of fuzz on his shirt. I don't get it. People don't leave me alone.
"I said I'm fine. If I need to talk, I'll talk," A long pause stood its ground.
Regan hesitated, "I'll actually help you with that homework. I know you need it," I sighed in anger, rubbing my face and looking back up at him with a glare, then loosened up.
"It's fine," I paused. "I'll do it when I'm free," I watched him sigh and look down. We both know that isn't true, but I'm not going to burden him with that. I have to meet with Alexis anyway. I really need a nap.