It's between me and you

Chapter 25

"Hey, Elena, get up" Ledger gently touched the sleeping girl on the shoulder. "You can' t drink at all".

The eyes, framed by fluffy lashes, opened and looked at the guy's face, illuminated by the dim light of the lamp.

"Andrew? "

Alcohol-poisoned body did not want to perceive reality soberly. Looking into the mocking eyes, Elena suddenly smiled, mistaking the cheerful guy for another dream.

"Are you without a whip today?"

His eyebrows went up to his forehead.

"When have I ever been with a whip?"

"Well, last time. Remember? Mmm. And where are your horns? Did you have them torn off for misbehavior?"

And to be sure she ran her hand through the short hair, as if checking the absence of such an important part of the body.

Andrew laughed into his fist.

"Yes, Elena, can you imagine? How can I be without horns now?"

He asked, not taking his eyes off her brown ones, which were laced with an alcoholic haze. Her hand was still on his hair, and then suddenly moved to his cheek and scratched the short prickly stubble with her thumbnail.

" You're the devil even without them"

Elena said quietly without the merriment in her voice. And then she frowned, as if she herself could not believe that her hand was exploring the wide cheekbones of the hated student.

Andrew stopped smiling, too.

"So awful?"

Elena's gentle hand stung harder than if his face had been poked into broken glass. Such a simple action, and his adrenaline was racing, like riding a bike with broken brakes.

"You seem to be the most horrible person in the world".

They say "a drunk tongue speaks a sober mind". Andrew remembered that saying, too. He hadn't been touched for a long time by candid confessions of hatred for his person, and now he himself did not understand why something hurt behind his chest, as if a splinter had been stabbed from the inside.

"But sometimes" The quiet voice gave Andrew a warmth and some kind of particularly lingering expectation, which he himself could not find an explanation for. "I feel like I think about you more often than I should.

Ledger stopped breathing.

"And what do you think?" The husky voice sounded too quiet, but Elena answered.

"That I can't stand you. Your vulgar phrases, your lewd insinuations, your insolent looks and unjustified threats. The way you look at me, without concealing contempt and hatred, and I hate you just as much".

Andrew began to gasp. Not because he was surprised by such a confession, but because it wasn't said on emotion. It was what she really felt about him. The revelations drawn from the drunken girl were more honest than the answers on the lie detector.

He clenched his teeth so tightly that they almost cracked.

"I hate the fact that just the other day you were transparent glass" Andrew felt like he was pinned to his seat, unable to move his hand, staring into the chestnut pools. "And now the only thing I can think of is that if I lift the reflective film, you're not really that bad and you're actually not at all transparent... "

The girl's hand rested reverently on Ledger's chest, and he felt the warmth of it go deep into the depths. Somewhere no one had been able to get through for a very long time. The rumble of the walls he had erected around him years ago was deafening.

"Only it is scary to look inside of you" Elena's gaze, which fell first to his lips, then slowly moved to his eyes, knocked out brick after brick.

"Why?"

"Because you might not be what you seem".

Andrew couldn't find anything to answer. He himself had forgotten what it was like to be who he really was. Under a pile of bullying, lies, and betrayals, he had once buried a normal person in himself and, to avoid showing any more weakness, grew a new version. Upgrade, damn it. And there was no desire to go back to the old version. Until this day...

"Okay, Elena, it's time to go home" Andrew sharply dropped the girl's hand from his chest, got out of the car and helped Elena to get out. His heart pounded in his chest, warmed by her words and warm palm, but Ledger stubbornly ignored his throbbing yell.

Elena was shaking, so he had to put his arm around her waist to keep her from kissing one of the walls.

In the elevator, her head defiantly fell on Andrew's chest. He leaned over and took in the scent of dark hair for some reason. His fingers ran through the brown curls. Soft as melted chocolate. He pulled it down lightly, gathering into a fist. Fucking hell, what's going on to him, huh? Where did he get this fucking urge to have her open her eyes and repeat everything she'd said in the car? Only this time sober!

The elevator doors parted on the floor, the button with the number of which Elena had managed to poke at the third time.

"Tell me the number of apartment?" Andy asked.

"Seventy-five" Elena murmured sleepily.

Okay, it wasn't the first time Andrew had gone through her bag. Fumbling for the keys, Ledger opened the door and entered the apartment. After shining the light on his phone, he found the light switch. Elena kicked off her sneakers and, grumbling to herself, walked down the corridor. He hoped she wouldn't bump her head on something. Hastily undressing, the guy followed her, noting for some reason that on the dresser were only her photos. So she lived alone. That's good. Andrew entered the room and stopped.

Elena was already lying peacefully on the bed, not even noticing that the ghostly dream was following her on her heels.

Andrew pulled out his phone and quickly typed a message to Stas.

"What did you slip her?"

The answer came in a couple of seconds.

"Magic candy. Cool? Do what you want, she won't remember it tomorrow. You don't have to thank me."

The air left Ledger's lungs with a noise. What an asshole. Although, if to think about it, Andrew had a great chance to not just embarrass the disobedient teacher, but to destroy her permanently. Wipe her to dust once and for all, so that the next time she thinks before going against the established rules. Make her hate him even more, with every cell, molecule, atom. To shatter any fantasies about him not being who he seems to be. He is Andrew Ledger. Someone who has never before forgiven disobedience. One who is feared and respected.

It was enough just to undress her now, lie down next to her, and take a shitload of pictures, or even make an entertaining movie for the pornhub audience. She wouldn't even remember. And on Monday, to stream it right into her class, just substituting a recording of the authentic Spanish movie that Elena used to turn on for language immersion. It would be a nuclear bomb, capable of ripping her to shreds and making her weep and flee with shame, not just from the college, but from the city.

The only thing he had to do was – to push the button and shoot.

He could easily destroy the life of an arrogant bitch now.

Andrew clutched the phone tightly and thrust a heavy gaze into the sleeping brunette. Her long eyelashes cast a shadow over her calm face. She hugged her pillow and seemed so innocent and harmless. Tender, fragile, special...

Glancing at the phone, Ledger slipped it into his pocket and, turning around, walked out of the apartment.

He could... but he wouldn't.