School and it's Pleasures

I've been moved around for years and years, and now this?
Boarding school.
Well, I guess it is better than staying with the Devil, a.k.a, My Aunty Rae...


3. Chapter Three

I don't know what happened after that. I thought I was a goner, never to see light again. I'm sure Paige would have been happy to end me then and there, but someone must have intervened. I woke up on my bed, bandaged up with what looked like breakfast on my bedside table. I go to get up, and massive pain shot through my head.

"I wouldn't do that, unless you want become unconscious again."

Skye gets up from her bed, a wet towel in hand, and places it on my forehead.

"Thank you, I… feel so helpless right now."

"I'm sure the feeling won't last long."

She grasps my hand and a look of happiness and something else washes over her face. Come to think of it, it wasn't happiness, it was that other emotion that I had no idea what it was, but as soon as it was there, it turned into a look of pain and melancholy that completely took over, and she unhooked her hand and moved back over to her bed.

Once my head felt better, I once again tried to sit up, but only managed to make myself faint.

I felt myself wake, but kept my eyes closed. I felt something, someone, stroking my hand. It was relaxing, knowin that someone cared for me so much. I sighed, and even though I had probably been unconscious enough times that I shouldn't have been tired, but I gladly fell asleep.

The next time I woke up, I was feeling a lot better. I sat up without passing out, and looked around. This time I was alone. I got out of bed, noting that that person yesterday had tucked me into my bed, and walked into the bathroom prepared to see what I looked like. I stepped into view of the mirror and what I saw made me gasp. Besides the massive purple bruise on the side of my head, I was looking better than I had the day I got bashed up. I still had scars from when Paige's minions had slashed me to bits, and perhaps the last traces of a black eye.

How long was I asleep for?

I decided to give myself another day off classes because I was sure the teachers were liking their classes better without me.

Another day went by and I woke once again, when Skye was getting ready for breakfast.

"Up you get, bed head, we have breakfast to attend to."

So after about ten minutes preparation, I was up and ready to go face another day in Hell.

I sat down next to Skye and happily ate my slop in silence, just enjoying her presence. I look over to Paige's table and watched as her minions were playing charades or something that involved staring at me and making gestures. One of them turns to Paige, and she looks my way, narrows her eyes, and gets up.

"Skye, I think we-"

Paige clamps her hand over my mouth.

"Oh, Skye, hows your girlfriend? She seems a bit lost for words at this moment, doesn't she?"

Skye just slumps forward, powerless to stop Paige.

"Paige, please, not here, not now."

Skye's eyes were wide, tears blossoming from her eyes, shoulders starting to shake.

"No. You brought this upon yourself. You should've left the runt instead of saving her."

Paige had taken her hand off my mouth now, her sharp, hurtful words piercing Skye, making her flinch.

I guess I've finally found out who rescued me.

"What's going on?"

I look at Skye as Paige answers. She looked at me, giving me a look that I interpreted as I'm sorry.

Paige raises her voice so that everyone could hear her.

"You remember that topic in English? Your friend here is one of them," She spat the word out, as if she hated what she was about to say,"She's a Lesbian!"

Skye's body was just consumed by sobs that racked her whole body.

The whole room just started chanting "Lesbian!" making her worse.

I looked from Skye to Paige, and back again, and I'd made my decision.

"So what? So what if she is? One of the only ways that you would know, Paige, is if you were one too. And I've come to the conclusion that you are, considering what you did to me a couple of days ago, I'd have to classify that as rape."

This just seemed to make Paige angry.

"And Paige, watch this."

I walk over to Skye, hoping that this would work.

Skye lift's her head to look at me, and I kiss her.

Okay, I have to admit that this was weird. Skye was caught by surprise, and in my head, I was going ten to the dozen.

I moved away, staring at Paige hard.

The look of shock on her face was priceless, and I wished I had a camera.

The cafeteria just went silent, until someone called out "Lesbians!" then it went back to the way it was, except that I was referred to as a Lesbian aswell.

Skye's body shook again, and I walked over to her.

She raised her head once again, and I offered her my hand, which she took.

With her, I ducked out of the cafeteria before they noticed that we had gone (Hopefully), and took Skye back to our dorm room.

After a few minutes, Skye had quieted down, and just looked at the floor with silent tears flowing down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry that it's come to this, and I don't care if you hate me, well I do, but…"

Her body was once again racked with sobs, and all I could do was watch. I was having a battle with myself something that had happened when I kissed Skye.

When I kissed her, I felt something.

I had nothing against Lesbians, but just the thought that I could possibly be…


Skye's tear stricken face looked up at me, worry in her eyes.

I move to sit beside her, and take her hand. She looks down at our two hands, then looks back into my eyes, several emotions going playing over her face, then looks at me confused.

"Aren't you annoyed or angry that I'm a… I'm a–"

"Lesbian? No."

I tried to keep all my sentences to a minimum, not trusting my voice to hold out. The battle in my head raged on, jumbling all my words up.

Ten minutes went by with us just sitting next to eachother, holding hands, and then I do something I never thought I would have ever done.

I disentangled my hand from Skye's, got up, walked over to the door and locked it, then sat back down next to Skye, facing her.

"What are you doing?"

The look on her face was more confused than ever, making me feel more and more awkward.

"Just…don't think."

And I kissed her. Again.

Every second spent kissing Skye made me more and more confused about my feelings until all that was left was pure passion at it's greatest.

After a while, we just fell onto the bed and just kept looking into eachother's eyes like they were the only things that were keeping us from going insane.

I twirled Skye's hair around my finger whilst she stroked my hand, and we just lay there like this until morning.

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