The Walls Have Ears

Gerards POV (Chapter 11)

The last thing I remember was that haunting robotic voice.

And a little hunched up person in the corner.

I'm pretty sure I passed out, the back of my head has been hurting like hell ever since I could hear again. And now I felt like an idiot receiving all this attention from my 'roommate'.

Who is a female.

I tried not to let that fact bother me but it did. I now realized why on school trips you didn't room with girls. You don't feel comfortable. Well I didn't anyways.

I've never been confident with girls. Hell, I avoid them all together. The sweaty hands, the nervous voice cracks, and that's not even when I'm crushing on them.

So having one of her hands on my forehead and the other on my chest made me feel like I would be better off passing out again.

The reason I didn't snatch myself up and retreat to corner was cause I couldn't feel my legs. She was looking at me concerned, her face leaning over mine, her nose hovering a few inches from mine.

All I could hear inside my head was hormonal chaos.

I knew I probably looked terrifyingly close to dead. My skin is naturally pale, so having just passed out I was probably almost transparent. My eyes also had a tendency to grow puffy bags of light purple just above my pale cheeks. Not to mention my pig nose. I really hated my nose.

I studied her features trying to figure out where she could be from. She was quite literally a dream in human form; perfectly shaped eyes and gorgeously pumped lips, a cute nose to match her cute ears, and cheekbones that glowed.

I snapped out of my mesmerized trance when a strand of her hair fell from behind her ear and brushed against my face.

In sudden remembrance that I was in the precious presence of another human being, I shot upright nearly head-butting her. She flinched, scared I would actually head-butt her. I could feel my face getting hot and I knew I was blushing from just being in contact with a girl.

"Oxytocin levels increasing"

We both looked up at the computer who had just spoken: the bars both labeled 'oxytocin' on our screens got taller and the minute I read my 'emotion estimate' and started praying that my roommate didn't, I heard that darn computer say:

"Gerards Emotion Estimate: Aroused"

In all the years that I have been alive on this godforsaken planet, never in my life had I felt a stronger urge to dig a hole in the ground with my bare hands and crawl inside.

I covered my reddening face with my hands. I peeked through to see how she was reacting and saw her staring at the floor with a slight smirk on her face. She must've felt me looking, because she looked up. When our eyes locked, I looked away almost immediately, then I felt guilty, and when I looked back she was still looking.

I felt stupid, soft and light-headed.

What is wrong with me?

She giggled.

Can she hear my thoughts?

I was going to ask her, but she seemed lost in her own world.