Sheets

Chapter 2

I walked into my first period for another dull day at school. Nearly a month had passed since my first day alone with Christy. We hadn’t spoken to each other since that day and I couldn’t help but fear the idea of ever speaking to her again. I mean, how could someone not fear a girl with tentacles waiting to sprout from her back? It took me a few weeks to stop glancing at her in class from where I relocated myself across the room in our first period, and a few days more than that to stop passing by her class on my frequent trips to the boy’s room.

The one thing I didn’t seem able to stop though were the thoughts of her. No matter what I saw come from her body that day, she was still drop-dead gorgeous. Her green eyes sparkled more to me than they ever had in the past and I couldn’t help but crave her soft hands against my skin. Night after night I’d woken to find myself completed as the result of another hot dream. Hot dreams that always included Christy. I wanted to be back in her bed again so badly, to have a chance to make love to her and show her how much I hungered for her, but how could I? How could I ever bring myself to speak, yet alone make love to, a girl who’d penetrated my anus with a goddamn tentacle.

I sat at my desk and took out my needed supplies for the class. When the bell rang to signal the start of class I couldn’t help but notice that Christy was absent. Christy was never absent. Like, ever. I felt a feeling of disappointment come over me. Even though I’d been able to manage for weeks with no Christy in terms of contact, I still enjoyed seeing her smiling face every day. My day couldn’t go anywhere but to shit after this class if she didn’t show up.

The class would drag on from there for what seemed like an eternity. When the bell finally rang to dismiss us from our first period I’d jolted towards the door and made my way to the hall. I made a quick shot to the restroom and relieved myself. While I was washing my hands I felt a rumble in my stomach that would require further attention, but I didn’t want to find myself seated in a public restroom. I thought first to ignore it but almost immediately the slight discomfort would develop into a terrible pain,

I found myself bent over and hardly breathing, fighting back tears from leaving my eyes. I stayed there and groaned for a few short moments before I gathered myself again and was able to stand up straight. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror and saw my eyes widen. I was so pale. I looked as if every bit of life had been drained from me. I leaned down and splashed water into my face and slapped my cheeks in an attempt to regain some of my complexion. I figured it was just a reaction to my lost of breath and decided to make nothing else of it.

I pushed open the swinging door to the restroom to place myself back into the halls as I heard the tardy bell ringing. Shit, late again. Just as I placed foot into the hallway I felt a thud against the back of the restroom door. I looked down and saw that I’d hit a poor girl with the restroom door.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry, I didn’t think anyone would be in the halls,” as if it weren’t enough that I smacked the girl in the face with a restroom door, I was basically yelling at her about it. I knelt down to help her off the floor and continued my apology, “Do you need to go to the nurse or anything like that? I’ll walk you there myself I am so sorry. . .”

“Oh no, it’s fine.” She spoke with an insanely soft voice. It was almost symphonic, its purity of recital. “Its my fault for being late to class anyway.”

Her face was just as pale mine had been in the mirror. I hadn’t noticed her eyes until she began to speak, they were such a stunning clear blue. I opened my mouth to speak but I was absolutely lost in her beautiful appearance. I was frozen there in my kneeling position, soaking in her astounding radiance. She sat there as a gorgeous smile spread across her face and I felt my heart melt. This girl was probably the most breathtaking sight I’d ever beheld and I was completely frozen in place by it. My eyes traveled from her porcelain doll-like face to her long legs and back again. She was the sheer image of perfection.