The New Boy

Chapter 13

At precisely six o'clock I jogged up the porch steps to the Argent household. I had only gone home to have a shower and change shirts, I figured most study dates weren't always spent 'studying' but even though it didn't really matter what we did I still want to be clean. So I knocked on her door and rolled up the sleeves on my red t shirt.

After a few moments the door clicked open and Allison stood in front of me in the same short skirt that had distracted me earlier and a long, checked shirt over a black vest which clung to her body tightly, making me slightly dizzy. She smiled and ran her hand through her waney black hair.

"Hey Scott"

"Hey" I answered quickly, moving slightly closer to her. She kept looking at me quietly for a while before shaking her head with a grin and moving to the side.

"Sorry, lost my... Uh train of thought. Sorry. Yes. Come in" she blurted out as I stepped through the doorway of the large house. And when I say large, I mean huge. I was almost sure that I would accidentally get lost and never find my way out.

Allison threw me a sideways smile and leapt up the stairs to the top floor, once she reached the last one she turned to me and gestured for me to follow.

"Come on"

"Oh, yeah, sorry" I replied quickly and climbed the stairs after her till I was standing next to her again. She started leading me down the corridor of rooms till we eventually reached her own room.

"My parents are supposed to be out for a while" she shrugged, opening the bedroom door for me.

It was a nice room, clean white walls, a desk with her laptop and books pilled onto it, a beige coloured carpet and a large double bed in the centre with white sheets with pink rose petals printed on. As I took it all in, sort of surprised she was totally okay with me seeing her room after knowing each other for around a couple of days, I guess I was just being old school which was odd for me considering the first date I had with Katherine ended up in her bedroom. Allison just wasn't that kind of girl, and I liked that.

"It's kinda a mess at the moment" she sighed. I didn't reply but I was pretty confused, her room was practically spotless except for the odd lipstick or pencil that had dropped on the floor from her desk. We waited in silence for a minute until I snapped out of the daydream state I was in and pulled my bag off my shoulders.

"So, do you want to start with..." I dug through my backpack, "the grammar from To Kill a Mockingbird or the literary content?"

"I'm going to go with grammar considering I don't even know what literary content is" she sat down on her bed and patted the empty space beside her for me to join her.

"Okay, so in the lesson he wanted to compare Scout and Jem's relationship with the relationship of Atticus and Aunt Alexandra" I started, "but the way to get the detailed answer you have to look at Harper Lee's grammar throughout the book when he's descr-"

"Describing the two pairs, like how Scout and Jem are not only brother and sister but best friends because they seem to prefer each other's company or the company of adults rather then the company of other children their own age. Atticus and Alexandra are not as close as Scout and Jem, however they share a mutual respect for each other, especially when Alexandra leaves her husband to help her family" Allison took in a deep breath and looked at me with a grin.

"You totally know way more than I do" I laughed, slightly surprised by the genius outburst from the beautiful brunette.

"Well, studying was the best excuse to get you to come round" she smiled.

"Excuse?"

She nodded and shuffled closer to me, so our noses were brushed against each other.

"I guess I am 'insatiable'..." She mumbled, letting out a shy giggle.

"You are" I agreed, leaning in to catch my lips on hers.

Our bodies pressed up against each other and our fingers entwined messily as her free hand grasped my t shirt for balance and my own ran though her hair. I felt a rush of ecstasy race through me like an electric shock as she practically pulled me on top of her on the bed. My kisses trailed down to the soft spot of her neck by the collar bone and my hand traced up and down her body, she let out a soft moan which only gave me another rush. Her hand slipped to the bottom lining fabric of my shirt and she pulled on it with a sense of urgency. I could tell it was a first time thing for her, she had that shakeyness about her, a lack of confidence and I knew it was wrong to push someone who barely knew me.

"Allison... We shouldn't" I rasped, in between rough make out sessions.

"Go to far? I know" she replied, moving to the side to kiss my cheek.

"Yeah" I smiled, looking down at her.

"We won't" she kissed me again and sat up slightly so she could pressure onto me more. I fell back into the dream like state and allowed her to move her hand up my shirt and along my chest, my own hands snaked down to the top of her skirt and I could grip her hips, giving her support.

There was a sudden bang and we pulled apart, looking at each other I confusion.

"What was that?" I asked, out of breath.

"Allison?" A voice called up the stairs. Allison froze immediately and covered her mouth nervously, "we're back" the voice called again, "the movie was to terrible to sit through"

"Who's that?" I looked at her, praying it wasn't the answer in my head but knowing full well that it was the only possible answer I could get. Please just let it be her cleaner... Her deep voiced, manly, fatherly cleaner who likes leaving half way through movies for no logical reason considering they payed for it. Please, be a cleaner. Oh lord, let it be the cleaner!

Allison didn't answer me but shouted back down the the man, "I'll be down in a minute!"

"It's your dad isn't it?" I groaned.

"It's my dad..." She replied sheepishly, grabbing my hand and pulling me off the bed.