The Flyer & The Frat Star

The Interruption

Josephine

Holy shit. Is this actually happening? Is Hero about to kiss me? Do I want him to kiss me? Of course I do. I mean, look at those lips. He leans in microscopically, gauging my reaction to his proximity. I can feel his breath fanning my face, the smell of mint and cigarettes fresh on his breath. As I move forward to close the space between us, Khadijha barges into the room.

"Hand check, bitches! I forgot my charger." Hero and I startle back from each other, catapulting to opposite sides of my bed. My heart is pounding wildly at the notion of almost kissing him and getting caught at that. I refuse to meet his eyes as Khadijha digs through her drawer to find her charger. "Got it! Please continue," she laughs before skipping out the door again, completely oblivious to what she interrupted.

"I-" Hero begins to speak at the exact same time as I do. We both awkwardly laugh. "You go first," he scratches the back of his neck, something I've observed seems to be a nervous tick for him.

"We should get back to the reading," I clear my throat, wanting to completely avoid talking about what just transpired between us. Did he feel that pull, too? Was I imagining things? Why would he even want to kiss someone like me?

He looks taken aback for a moment before regaining himself. "Yeah," he mumbles before moving back over to Khadijha's bed. The rest of the study session is filled with an awkward tension, and my heart never settled back to a normal pace. After he left my fingers unconsciously traced over my lips, imagining what his would feel like against mine.

The next few weeks fly by. My days are occupied with class, homework, studying, and a hell of a lot of cheerleading, but I wouldn't change it for the world. I'm grateful to keep busy, not leaving any time to think about my feelings towards Hero. We've continued meeting once a week for me to help him with our English class, and we've become pretty close friends once he stopped acting like a douchebag. Looking back, I'm incredibly thankful Khadijha interrupted when she did. Once my head cleared, I resolved that nothing happened between Hero and I romantically and nothing ever will. Besides, I have to focus on school and cheerleading, and I've made a pretty great friend in the process of our tutoring sessions. Khadijha has relentlessly begged me to attend parties with her every weekend, but I've politely declined every time, not giving into her begging no matter how pouty she made her lips.

I wake with a start and wipe the drool from my cheek, my economics book opened and splayed across my chest. These 4-hour night practices are killing me, and I guess my exhaustion finally caught up to me. I turn to the clock and see that I've only slept for about 30 minutes, and I have another half hour before Hero arrives for our weekly study session. As I sit up in my bed and run my fingers through my knotted hair, my dream comes back to me. I always experience the most vivid dreams when I take naps, which is why I try my best not to take them. They're usually nightmares or flashbacks, but not this one. This one was about Hero. And it felt so real.

We were sitting in my bed, just as we were weeks ago, but this time Khadijha didn't interrupt. I felt his warm lips encase mine in a passionate embrace, his tongue immediately entwining with mine. His large hand gripped the back of my neck, bringing me closer as my fingers ran through his hair. He pulls back for only a second, his piercing green eyes boring into my soul, and in that moment, I knew I was a goner. He attacks my mouth again, biting and sucking my bottom lip as I whimper. I've never felt so sexually frenzied, but once he moved to place open mouth kisses down my neck, I couldn't deny that feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I shake myself out of my reverie, feeling the effects of remembering the dream in my nether regions. This is wrong. So wrong. I check the clock once more, still 20 minutes until Hero gets here. One of my hands reaches up under my baggy t-shirt and grazes my erect nipple. I've only masturbated a handful of times, I am human after all, but sharing a room with someone makes it hard to get a little... "alone time". I take my full breast in my hand and squeeze, closing my eyes and imagining myself back in my dream.