Duality

Chapter 5- Smoldering

She pulled me down toward Mr. Chambers' room, a small path forming as students jumped back when they saw Delilah coming toward them. A few of my teammates snickered or patted me on the back as I stumbled past, my hand crushed in Delilah's death grip.

She did this once in a while. We'd be ordering food and she'd say some dessert pun and pull me outside behind the Dumpster (very romantic); or she would knock politely on a teacher's door and hand him a forged note saying she was to escort me to the office (aka the janitor's closet); or there were times like these where she would drag me to a deserted classroom through the whole student body to make out (without thinking once about how much crap I get from my team in the locker room).

Room 234, the eleventh grade bio lab, was known for before-school, during-school, and after-school snoggings. Mr. Chambers, when he wasn't teaching, was usually on office duty or hallway patrol. Delilah practically threw me in the room. She closed the door behind her and turned to me with that glossy sneer.

Her brown eyes were smoldering again, and before I could wonder how on earth she made them do that, she threw her arms around my neck again and smashed her lips against mine.

I staggered backward, kissing her and moving my hands down her back until my hand was slowly sliding under the ripped denim skirt. I ran into a lab table and swiftly turned and lifted Delilah on top of it so her legs wrapped around my waist.

It was very wet. I never really knew why making out made humans salivate so much, because frankly her cherry chapstick did not taste the best, despite what Katy Perry may say. It was very hard to go up for air. Every time I'd break away for a breath she would bite my lip and pull me back in which my thoughts never failed to scream, "What the hell?"

We stayed this way, my hand moving up her thigh and hers almost ripping my hair out. The rain continued to pound on the windows at a steady pace. We ignored the bell and the student clamor that slowly died away outside. As I was contemplating another breath, the door rattled and swung open.

Delilah hastily pushed me away and hopped off the table. I straightened my shirt and braced myself for Mr. Chamber's booming voice. But instead, Delilah's shriek high enough to break the test tubes and beakers reverberated around the room. I turned around and saw a horrified Blythe frozen in the doorway, and small pink detention slip held loosely in her nail-bitten fingers.

I closed my eyes and groaned. Of course. Mr. Singer's nasally voice rang in my head, "Miss Baker! Detention after school until four o'clock in the biology lab."

Delilah shrieked again. "WHAT are you doing here?!"

"I-I'm sorry," Blythe stuttered, eyes wide. "I didn't-"

"Bitch! You KNEW we were in here! What- can't stand the thought of his hands on me? What did you expect by coming in here? That you'd break us up or something?!"

Ugh, so dramatic.

I quickly stepped in between them. "Liles, baby, I'm sorry," I said hurriedly. "I knew she was supposed to come here for detention, I forgot."

Blythe nodded eagerly. "I- I was coming in here for detention, I had no idea-"

"You KNEW she was coming?!" That shriek again. I wondered if she'd ever gone super-sonic. "Why the hell did you let me drag you down here? Did you WANT her to catch us or something?!"

"That's ridiculous, you think I could remember that she got herself a detention and landed in this room?"

"I think I'll go..." Blythe whispered, backing away.

"No, look Blythe," I said, stepping closer, "This isn't your fault. At least you're supposed to be here. We'll go, I'm taking Liles home in her car today anyway."

The shriek. "I SAID STOP CALLING ME LILES! If you think for one MOMENT that I'm walking home with YOU then you are dumber than I THOUGHT! Why the hell are you always defending her? What do you see in her that you don't see in me?! God, you make me SICK, sometimes, you know that Sawyer?"

Blythe inhaled quickly and ran, her Converses squeaking against the linoleum floor.

Delilah and I stood alone in the room, me staring, her smoldering. I had nothing more to say, so I picked up my backpack and followed Blythe's path out the door.

Delilah's shriek rattled the trophy case as I turned the corner.

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