Death Has Wings

Two Girls, One Boy

I raked my eyes over Alexandria. She looked even more beautiful than ever. I could only stare. She was wearing a white tank top and white shorts. Not those long shorts, those really short shorts. The ones that only look good on a few people and my God, did they look good on her.

Anyway, she looked nervous. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a second before opening them. They had changed from their normal, icy blue to black. Both eyes were covered in darkness. Just like mother's. Just like my reflection's. I kept staring at her, waiting. She looked down and started to pull her top off. I looked away, like a five year old boy that doesn't want to see in case he will get into trouble. That's what I felt like. A five year old.

"Clark, look at me." Her voice was so soft, so healing. It filled my head, willing me to look. I didn't want to. It felt wrong, especially with my father in the house. I slowly turned my head to see Alexandria sitting there, crossed legged, arms covering her breasts. I was thankful, yet I couldn't wrench my eyes away from them. What? I am a boy after all.

I teared my gaze away from her chest and looked up. It was then that I noticed wings. White, feathery wings. I was stunned. I couldn't speak. I studied them for what felt like hours, yet it was only minutes. I returned my attention to Alexandria's face. Her eyes were still black, yet they held a certain softness within them. She was smiling. How I love it when she smiles.

I shifted closer to her, wanting to touch her porcelain skin, feel every inch of her flawless body. I felt trapped in her eyes, drawn into the never ending depths by curiosity. I licked my lips. I wanted her so bad, but I was afraid that father would walk in any second. I cleared my throat and looked away.

"Well, um...you should probably put your top back on..." Awkwardness hit me like a ton of bricks.

"No. We're going to have some fun." Within seconds, she was on top of me, pinning me down. She had the slyest smile on her face. My heart began to beat faster. Was this really happening?

"Yes. It is, now..." She slid a hand under my shirt and I shivered a little. "It's time for me to show you my fun loving side."

*****

I rolled over and laid next to her, breathing heavily. There were no words to describe what had just happened. I smiled and sat up. My heart skipped a beat when I saw father in the doorway, a slightly disgusted look on his face. My face was burning.

"Um...I-"

"It's fine, Clark." He walked into the room.

"Father, get out! Why're you in here?" I sounded like a whiny little eight year old. Alexandria stirred beside me, clutching the sheets to her chest as she sat up too.

"Oh...Mr Bailey...I forgot that you were here..."

"Sure." He sounded pissed off. "Now, I never expected to see what I did. I suggest that me and you," He pointed to me. "Have a little chat downstairs." I nodded. This couldn't be good. "Good. Five minutes." He exited the room and went downstairs. My face still felt as if it was on fire.

"Well...shit." I whispered to myself. I got out of bed and started to put my clothes on. I remembered that the weather forecast said that it was going to be hot on Tuesday. Every other guy would've jumped at the chance to go shirtless in front of hot girls but no. Not me. I could never even go around the house with a short sleeved shirt on, let alone shirtless.

"Are you going to school like that?" Alexandria sounded like my mother used to.

"Of course not." As soon as the words left my lips, my sarcasm fell flat. I went downstairs to find father in the den. I sat down on a beanbag and waited. Father sighed.

"Now, Clark, I want you to know something." He sat down on the beanbag next to me. "Well done, lad! You've got yourself a girl!" He nudged me with his elbow, trying to act like my friend. "And you ruffled the bed sheets as well." He winked and laughed. I rolled my eyes and stood up.

"If you want to play around, either do it with someone else or when I have nothing more important to do." I walked out, regretting using that tone with father. I had to use it though, he was being childish for his age.

*****

I roasted in my own skin on the way to school. I looked at the other boys and chuckled. They didn't have a body to show off, so to speak. Just fat. I tried my hardest to keep a straight face but I just couldn't.

I managed to get to the school gates without collapsing to the floor with laughter. Alexandria stood next to me, her eyes scanning the sweaty mass of people before us.

Alice came trotting up to us from my left, her hair bouncing as she walked, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

"Hi Clark! Did you see them down there?"

"Who the fuck are you?" Alexandria butted in, getting between me and Alice. I felt a girl fight coming on. Great.

"You must be Clark's girlfriend." Alice was just trying to be nice. Alexandria was having none of it.

"Yes, and I'm not going to give him up to you, you blond bitch."

"Alright, alright." I grabbed Alexandria and turned her towards me. "Don't call her a blond bitch. You don't know her. You're just being paranoid, she's only my friend, she won't take me from you, I promise. Now, go and talk to Samantha, I think she needs some help." Where had that voice come from? So soothing. So...angelic. Alexandria was stunned. I let go of her and she walked towards Samantha, who was crying and babbling on about how Tyrone broke up with her.

"She's really something..." Alice broke my trance. I nodded. I let my gaze wander over Alice's body. Not as perfect as Alexandria's, but still pretty damn close. It was then that it dawned on me. I loved both of them.