Caleo in High school

Leo

We made our way to our rooms without much of a fuss, except of course all the guys in the halls gawking at Calypso. I mean don't get me wrong shes definitely something to gawk at, but the thought of all these people doing it to her made me uneasy. I still had a lot of feelings for her, all of which she would never find out about. "Room 253 here we are," I bowed Mockingly "Would you like me to open the door for you, Ms?" I put my hand out for her key.

"Well, of course my dearest servant, who does everything I wish." Calypso batted her eyelashes as she set the keys in my hand. It was hard to focus on the door while she did that and I almost dropped the key while I was trying to fit it in the lock. "Am I distracting you?" She whispered in my ear, her breath was warm on the skin of my neck. I straightened up and looked at her.

I made the 'pfft' sound and replied "No, If anyone's distracted here its you." I smirked "Look at you poor thing, trying to impress me." I shook my head and tried to look disappointed "You're going to need to try harder sunshine." She fell dramatically against me and held onto my arm.

"Oh Leo, how could I ever make you love me?" She cried, You don't need to do anything I'm already deeply in love with you, was the first thought that came to mind but of course I didn't voice it. Instead of answering her at all I pushed the door open. The room was cold, small, and dark. It reminded me of a prison cell, the walls were a brownish gray, there was a small cot pushed into a corner and a lopsided desk facing it. There was a whitish dresser next to another door.

"Oh what's in here?" I said stepping through the door, it was a small bathroom with a tiny shower, directly next to a toilet and sink. "You have you're very own bathroom Princess!"

"Really?" she moved quickly over to where I was and all the excitement drained from he face when she saw the 5x5 foot room. "You got me excited for nothing." she moved away from the bathroom.

"No I got you all excited for all this," I tried to sound enthusiastic but it didn't work. "C'mon Calypso, it's not that bad. I've been t-" when I walked out of the bathroom I saw her sitting on the bed with her head in her hands. I put my arm around her in an attempt to comfort her. "I'm sorry I'll fix you're bathroom, I'll make it the best bathroom you've ever seen." All I could think about was how soft her skin felt under my arm and how hard it was to keep from bursting into flames. And I was determined not to burn the school down.

She turned towards me, I had to let her go and. "I'm just so scared, you know," she looked at me for long enough that I could wipe a few of the tears off her cheeks with my thumb and then she buried her head in my shoulder and started to sob. I put my arms around her. We were even closer than we were before and it felt good to have her leaning against me. So I did the best I could to calm her down. I rocked her back and forth whispering reassuring things in her ear like 'its okay' 'I'm right here.' Eventually she stopped crying and looked up at me, "Thank you," she said her voice was hoarse from crying "This didn't happen, okay?"

"I didn't think it did." She got up and walked to the bathroom. I sat on her bed the left side of my shirt was soaked from her tears I was still astonished that I had held her for so long. I could still feel the warmth of her breath and the way her carmel hair wrapped around my fingers. When she emerged from the bathroom she looked like she never had shed a tear.

"Now let's go meet this room mate of yours." We walked down the hall until we came to a door marked 255. The two and first five gleamed in the hallway light but the third was dull and brown, like someone had chipped all the gold paint off. I knocked and was greeted by a boy who reminded me vaguely of Narcissus, He had six inches on me and at least 50 pounds. He was wearing a letterman's jacket, over a shirt that read football across the middle. I could see his eyes scanning over every last inch of Calypso, I knew from that moment we weren't going to get along.