This Is Our Sweet Blasphemy

Unseen Shadow

Well I could say I was having the time of my life listening to Macy babble on about how she was going to make us do whatever she wants and chatter on about the many different ways of blackmail.

Oh just look at all that sarcasm.

So let me update, Macy had shown us the photo she'd taken, so now Andrew and I were currently in his office; however, plot twist, Macy was the one sitting in front of us, behind Andy's desk. She'd taken a photo of us kissing and is now telling us that if we don't do whatever she says, she'll show the picture to the head mistress.

It was sick. People can't just blackmail others like this. I was going to send Macy to hell if she didn't erase those pictures immediately. I looked over at Andrew, I expected him to be a bit pale at the thought that Macy had his job in her hands, but to the contrary, he was sitting straight and had his head held up with his hands folded neatly in his lap, looking intently at Macy, one eyebrow slightly more raised than the other.

Great, we didn't even have time to talk about what had happened; I didn't have a clue if we were dating or if that would never happen again. There were two different sides of me, a war going on in my head on how to react about it; on one side, I wanted things to go back the way they were in the first place, before we kissed, I wasn't ever going to kiss him again... However, on the other side, I wanted to hold his hand right in this moment to remind myself he was with me and that he would always be with me, I wanted to watch movies with him and forget about the movie so we would end up talking and kissing, again and again.

"I'm expecting that you, Father Biersack," said Macy, turning her attention and body to Andy "already know what I want from you." She winked at him, making me want to punch her in the face... again.

I wondered what she'd want with him. Well, I did have some ideas, but I didn't dare think too long about those or else I was going to throw a lamp on Macy's head (which wouldn't be such a bad idea after all). She turned her head to look at me and she gave me a look of disgust; making me, once again, want to break her neck.

"And you... well, I have a few special ideas for you, but for now, if I see you with him," she said through gritted teeth, pointing to Andrew though not taking her eyes off of me "I'll end all of your chances of you going back to your beloved America." She smirked.

I pounded a moment on her words; how could she possibly know I wanted to go back? I'd never spoken about the reasons I came here in the first place, nor have I ever spoken about wanting to go back. I furrowed my brows and tilted my head a bit looking at the permanent glare on Macy's face. She caught on my confusion because she bit down on her lower lip and her eyebrows shot up slightly in the realization of what she just said. She was hiding something. I needed to figure out what, for the sake of my relationship with Andy; if there was something going on between us at least...

The look disappeared quickly and she hurried her words "Anyway, you can leave now, I need to have a little talk with Father Andy here..." she turned to Andrew and grinned, he just rolled his eyes, those blue circles looking like the clearest water met mine briefly, and in just a few seconds I knew, just by looking into his eyes, he wanted me to get him out of there... he needed to get out of there.

I didn't know if something happened like this before, of Macy wanting to have some alone time with the priest, but I knew for sure that Andrew did not what to go through anything that she-devil had in mind. I need to figure something out, anything out for his sake. And mine...

Yes okay, I admit, I would be fucking jealous if that bitch were to touch Andy in anyway. Andrew has become my friend, and I'm very overprotective of my friends. Besides, maybe, just maybe, he might, I mean, he could, be something more than just a friend. I needed time to figure that out. Ugh, this is so confusing.