Everytime we Touch

Chapter Twelve

The next two weeks flew by. Sarah felt like it was a breath of fresh air, not having to hide anything, even if there was nothing to hide. Troy and Sarah were hanging out in public, and Sarah could not have been happier about it. He walked her to her classes, even going as far as taking over Claire's spot beside her in the classes they shared.

In the cafeteria Sarah had even given up the usual table she always shared with Claire in favor of sitting beside Troy. They never separated it seemed. Either they were attached at the hand or constantly making out.

Every day that week ended the same, with Troy firmly pressing Sarah against her door, as she desperately avoided going in her room before curfew. And every night when Hunter made his rounds, he would tap one of them on the shoulder, effectively breaking them apart. Sarah blushed red at first, but after the first couple nights she was getting used to it.

After curfew started Sarah would reluctantly open her door and was always greeted with hostel silence. Claire and Sarah had not spoken since that day at the beach. Neither of them acknowledged the other inside their room, and after room checks, Claire would get up and sneak off to Mel's room through the bathroom, effectively shutting Sarah out. Occasionally Sarah would hear her best friend scoff when she entered the room, but that was all the acknowledgement she received.

Once Claire left each night, Sarah would plug in her headphones, and stay up until after midnight, catching up on homework before she would pass out exhausted; only to start all over again the next day. After two weeks of this constant monotony, Sarah could tell it was starting to take a tole on her, and she was starting to miss her best friend.

It was Friday after classes had ended and everyone was excited for the weekend. Most of Schofield-McDagean seniors were counting down the days until graduation. Only a couple weeks left. Sarah was avoiding all thoughts about the topic. Graduation meant having to leave the school, and Troy behind.

Troy and Sarah were sitting on the couch in the boy's room. Sarah's shirt was discarded on the floor beside them as she sat on Troy's lap in just her bra, and skinny jeans. Troy's hands were dancing over the skin, just below her bra, sending shivers up and down her spine. She had her fingers tangled in his hair feverishly kissing him.

Kissing Troy never got old for Sarah. She could spend hours, and well, let us face it, she did spend hours, kissing him. To her every kiss felt exciting, and new, however she was beginning to feel like this was not enough for him. And despite her confidence in the back of his truck all those weeks ago, she was not ready to move further into the physical aspect of their relationship.

Troy hands suddenly stopped moving and he was laughing. Pulling back Sarah looked at him, she could feel her self-consciousness start to creep up, "What? Was it something I did?"

He pulled her into him again, "No, Beautiful. I was just thinking about the first time you were in my bed, and how mortified you were." He smiled against her lips, as she pulled away, he wrapped his arms around her holding her in place, "Don't go. I'm only teasing, it was the look on your face the next day when James brought it up and I told you 'the next time you were in my bed, I would make sure we didn't have an audience' that's got me laughing." He stood up, Sarah giggling as she wrapped her legs around him, so she would not fall. Troy started to walk towards his bed.

"How unfortunate for you two then, that you happen to have an audience." Roger said standing in the doorway, shielding his eyes. Sarah jumped down face blazing scarlet, reaching around for anything to cover up with. Roger did not need to see her bra.

"Dude!" Troy yelled in frustration, tossing a random shirt to Sarah, "I told you I needed the room."

"It's been over an hour, and I needed to drop my stuff off." Roger muttered, dropping his hand. Sarah was now trying to locate her bag, avoiding making eye contact with anyone.