Catholic School Girls Rule [m.h + g.d]

| FOUR |

The three of us sat in a row, Gemma on my right, George on my left. We all shared a fag.
I switched between resting my head on George's shoulder and resting my head on Gemma's shoulder, shifting my body uncomfortably every few minutes, unable to keep still.
I stared off into space, my body slightly rocking back and forth. I was desperately trying to calm my head.
My thoughts were like people; running around my head, frantic, loose, exhausted yet energetic.
"Love, tell me what happened?", Gemma said, her voice soft.
I swallowed hard.
"This guy- he tried to touch me," I said quietly, my eyes burning, holding back a wall of tears.
"Did he?", she turned her head towards me, her lips slightly parted, the fag burning in between her fingers, a thick haze of smoke filling the atmosphere we sat in.
"Above my clothes," my throat was dry.
I hated talking about this, it made me feel so disgusting and dirty.
She rested her head on my shoulder and laced her fingers with mine, gently gripping my hand.
"Things will be alright, things are going to get better, I promise," she said, a sad smile playing at her lips.
I nodded once in response, turning my head to look at George.
He was a beautiful sight; his hair tangled, his fair skin now paled, the city lights flashing over his cheekbones.
I blinked and turned my head forward, taking a hit from the fag when Gemma put it up to my lips.
I leaned just a tad forward to get a better look of the view in front of us, and I wondered.
I wondered if I should jump or not.
Maybe some day.
"Matty, stop, you're scaring me, get back," she warned, pulling me backwards. I hadn't realized how far I had actually leaned forward.
Dangerously close.
"Please don't do that again, you've done it one too many times," she whispered into my ear, her voice shaky.
I felt my heart begin to pound, a pit at the bottom of my stomach.
I cause her too much stress. I was too much to handle. I hurt her.
I rested my head on her shoulder and curled up next to her, snuggling into her side, closing my eyes.
"Call it a night, do we?", George said, cracking a smile.
"I'd say," Gemma said, a soft laugh erupting from her.
"At least I don't share this dorm with Ross, it's gonna be hell to clean up. Bodies, vomit, cups, and fags all over the floor. Lovely," he said.
I couldn't help but snort, actually giggling a bit, really.
I looked at him, and he looked at me.
He had a blush risen on his cheeks, and a big grin that made his eyes crinkle at the corners. I couldn't help but examine and adore the gaps in between his teeth.
A lovely human being.
He stood up, and Gemma followed. She took my hand in hers and pulled me up effortlessly, like I was nothing, because frankly, I really was nothing.
My legs trembled a bit, and as soon as George opened the balcony door to go back inside, all I could smell was alcohol, smoke, and soft music playing.
We walked inside, and there was a few bodies scattered on the floor, but other than that, everyone else went back to their dorms.
Ross came out of the kitchen, red lipstick marks plastered all over his neck, his hair quite a mess.
I looked at Gemma's mouth, because her red lipstick was smudged, and they'd been flirting quite a bit.
I rolled my eyes.
She winked at him.
"I've been looking for you, Gemma," he smiled.
"Sorry, love, I was out on the balcony."
"It's alright. You guys should get going, it's late. I'm not kicking you out, I promise, I just really need to clean up, and my head is pounding.
"I'll help clean up," George said as he was straightening out his shirt.
"You sure?", Ross said.
"Yes," he said.
"Matty and I will help, too," Gemma smiled.
I didn't have anything better to go home to, so I didn't put up a fight.
"Thanks guys," he smiled sweetly.
We scattered about the room, and I tried to stay close to Gemma, but she was up Ross's ass, so I walked over to George, who was picking up fags and cups.
"I'll help you with that," I said, my voice quiet. I couldn't help it.
"Excuse me? I'm sorry, I didn't hear you," he stood up and looked down at me.
"I-I'll help you with that," I repeated.
He smiled, and it made my heart do a thing I can't describe.
"That'd be lovely, thanks," he said kindly.
I smiled and began to pick up some cups, throwing them in the trash bag Ross was holding open.