It felt like fireworks. Now, I don't know what fireworks feel like, or if I can use them as a feeling, but the only things that I could think of in that moment were fireworks. Her body was pressed against mine, her breath close enough to taste, and this time, it wasn't tasting of vodka. I didn't even know what was going on for a second until I heard her calling my name, "Hello? Emily? Anyone home?" I smiled and laughed, running my fingers up her neck and through her hair.
"Yup," I replied, smiling. We laughed a little bit, just standing there, feeling each other's presence and then Alison looked to the ground, pushing me away.
"Um, I think I should get back to study hall."
"Yea, uh, I should too."
She left a little before I did, since I stuck around to stare at myself in the mirror. That felt perfect, so why didn't I want that all of the time?
Suddenly, Delaney walked in just as I was about to leave. She stood in the doorway, looking at me. "Hey, Em," she said, "are you okay, you look a little red."
"I'm fine, just a little hot," I said, turning back to face the mirror.
"Oh really, cause I think I'm starting to get hot in here too," she said, unbuttoning a few buttons on her blouse. I didn't even pay attention. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm just really tired, D. Been a wild day," I said, then wrapping my arms around her. A tear fell down my cheek as I thought of how good everything with her used to feel, and how it suddenly didn't feel right anymore. I wiped it away before she could see, and I stood up, much taller than she, and grabbed her upper arms. "I'm really okay, I'll talk to you later."
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I should have broken it off there. I should never have strung her along the way I did. But old habits always seem to return. And maybe I liked being hidden by Alison. It felt normal, which was rare after the last few crazy years. Almost every day, Alison and I would meet in the bathroom like we were little kids. Soon, it got boring.
As Alison sucked on my neck, I found myself looking off into the distance. It was the beginning of November, and next week was spirit week. She stopped when she noticed I wasn't interested. "Em, is everything alright," she asked.
"I'm fine. Just tired."
"You should really try to get some more sleep, you've been tired a lot lately." She now had her arms across her chest, and an evil look in her eye. She went to go get her bag, but I called out to her before she could leave.
"Ali, wait. I like you. I really like you. But this sneaking around, it gets exhausting."
"I'm not the one telling you to sneak around. You're doing it yourself. I'm not the one with a girlfriend here."
"Are you making me chose between you and Delaney?"
Alison froze. "Maybe I am. Maybe you need to."
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