Catching the Fallen

Chapter 4

I got to the tutoring room early Monday afternoon, trying to calm my nerves. I was dressed in a black dress (borrowed), lace tights (borrowed), a gray beanie, and combat boots (mine and mine). Not that I was trying to get anyone’s attention, but Trenton wouldn’t know what hit him. I began to play with my gold chain bracelet, my nervous habit. 

After a while, I got tired of waiting in the room so I wandered the rows of books. Not really looking for anything specific, just soaking in the titles and covers. My fingers gently grazed the spines, thick and thin. I let out a low sigh, exhaling all the tension encased in my body.

“But don’t you want me?” A high-pitched voice of a girl came from behind the next shelf and broke through my barrier. My feet froze, and my eyes widened. I took a book out and peered through the hole.

A girl with bottle blonde hair had her hands pressed on a dark haired guy’s chest, holding him against a bookcase that was pressed to the wall. The girl was kissing his neck, and giggling with pleasure.

What the HELL!

Usually the prospect of having a ‘hot’ chick, practically throwing herself at a guy was something they couldn’t resist. This guy, though, looked like he couldn’t have cared less. He stood as still as a statue. His jet black head of hair rested on a high up shelve. His elbows rested in front of a line of books, relaxed. I tried to crane my eyes around the platinum blonde head of hair to see the guy’s face, but the girl kept positioning herself so that I could only imagine his expression was bored.

“C’mon, Trenton,” Trenton? “The stone act is getting old, kiss me like you used to.” She pressed her slim body against him even more. She leaned up and brushed her lips onto his. He didn’t even move.

She groaned, and leaned in. I had seen enough. I tried to turn back quietly. Ended up knocking into a cart of unshelved books, they crashed to the ground, spilling over the faint faded blue carpet. The girl’s sickening noise cut off short. I took my window of escape and ran quietly back to the room. Breathing heavily, I sat down, putting my head in my hands.

He has a girlfriend…

-1-1-1-1-

“Good afternoon, Verona!”

“What’s good about it?” I responded without looking up.

“Aren’t we in a lovely mood.”

I felt the couch shift as he sat.

“Just the best.”

“What’s wrong?”

Well to start, you have been flirting with me and asking me out every lesson but you failed to mention you have a girlfriend. But no, why say that?

“Nothing.”

“Well, I know something that may lighten your mood.”

“…”

“I thought I might as well get our daily question out of the way, I know how you love to crush my spirits.” I could practically hear the smile in his voice

Here it goes.

“Will you go out wi-“

“Don’t you have a girlfriend?” My head snapped up, and I was met by beautiful electric green.

“Excuse me?” His signature cocky smile grew to reach ear to ear.

“That girl you were sucking face with before our lesson. You guys obviously are dating!"

He looked surprised at me and smiled, “Were you spying on me?"

“N- that’s beside the point!” I blushed at how I’d slipped up. “You can’t go around flirting with other girls. To think I actually was going to say yes when you asked me out today, just because you made me feel good, doesn’t mean you have a right to have two girlfriends at once!”