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Jenson's POV
I continued to kiss Rochelle and feel her tremble under me. Her soft lips were tracing mine, perfectly in sync. Her hands snaked around my neck and started to play with my hair. I groaned into her, and moved my crotch closer to hers. I know we're going to wait but I can enjoy this at least. She didn't move away so I dared to slide my hand down her thigh and then back up again to in between her legs. She jumped a little but didn't stop me. I started to gently rub her over her trousers and her breathing grew deeper and heavier. I smiled into her lips but then I pulled away. I choked and my hand flew to my throat. My head was pounding and the room was spinning... What was happening?
Rochelle's POV
I kissed Jenson like this was the last time I'd ever kiss anyone. I put everything into it that I could. He pulled me closer to him and then I felt his hand. It slid down my thigh and then he started to do something. It felt amazing. I know I wanted to wait to have sex with him but that didn't mean we couldn't do other stuff. He rubbed me and I heard myself moan. I could feel the blush touch my cheeks but I was past caring at this point.
Suddenly he pulled away. His eyes looked confused. I went to put my hand on his shoulder but he stepped back and coughed a throaty cough. His hand flew to his throat and I saw fear fly through his eyes. I wanted to step towards him but I had frozen. His eyes were now unfocused and I could see he was swaying slightly.
"Jenson" I said, quietly, my throat dry with fear. His head looked towards me but his eyes didn't focus. He then fell; his body hit the floor with a thump. It was silent for a second then my brain went into over drive. I ran into the hall and screamed as loud as I could. Several teachers ran out of their classrooms at the same time.
"Help" I said, tears running down my face. They all ran towards me and I pointed them in the direction of Jenson. A couple gasped, but one tall, male, and quite scary Maths teacher started to bark orders about calling an ambulance and who was to return to which classes. I didn't really pay much attention. I just sat on the table I had been sat on before and stared at Jenson's limp body. He was pale, very pale and his breath was coming in short gasps.
The scary Maths guy came and sat next to me once he had sorted everyone out. I think his name was Mr. Green. He looked at me curiously.
"What were you doing here Rex?" he asked. I blinked at my nick name. I hadn't heard it in a while because I'd spent so much time with Jenson who insisted on calling me Rochelle.
"He was talking to me about how we were going to do the Biology tutoring" I whispered so that my voice didn't crack and give away that I was lying. I hoped it had come off as I was scared.
"He's tutoring you?" he asked, probing for answers. I nodded.
"He helped me with my Chemistry test, but we thought that we should spread the Biology tutoring out over the term - making it a weekly thing" I said, still not taking my eyes away from Jenson.
"Okay" he said, sighing. "He's going to have to go to hospital now, so you can go back to Math's class" he said, standing up. I panicked; I had to go with him. I ran to the loos quickly and then did the only thing that I knew would get me to the hospital. I smacked my head against the wall. The room went funny for a few moments but then it just hurt. I then ran back out to Mr. Green.
"Sir, I think I need to go too" I said, showing him the bump on my head, which now appeared to be bleeding. Damn, I hadn't meant to hit it that hard. Mr. Green looked down at me.
"How did you do that?" he asked. I looked down at my feet, trying to pull off an embarrassed expression.
"Well I panicked when Je - Mr. Roger's fainted that I sort of ran into the door while trying to call help" I said, hoping he believed me. He looked closer and my head injury the grunted.
"Fine" he said, clearly not happy. I nodded at him then ran after the paramedics who were wheeling Jenson away on a trolley. I walked silently next to him wishing I could hold his hand but knowing I couldn't. Not in public. Not in front of anyone.
