Lorraine's point of view:
I'm kneeling down in the shabby old bathroom, feeling the tears leave wet streaks down my cheek, as her words burn my ears. 'I'm not willing to put my heart on the line, so you can get some practise at being a human being.' I guess I should have expected that. I got what was coming to me. The woman who is all business, I haven't ever had practise at this; whatever this was or had been exactly. The world around me is silent except my occasional choking sobs that rack out the room. If only I had let her in and maybe not mixed business with pleasure, she's still be mine. I've lost my girlfriend and sister in less than a day. Nice one Lorraine.
I stood up and took a deep breath, feeling empty, reminding me I am all alone. My makeup is smudged and my hair slightly messed up from the amount of times I had run my hands through it. It would be better if she was here, she'd have run her thumb under the tears capturing my sadness and when she wrapped her arms around my waist, I'd let out a sigh before resting my head on her shoulder. I didn't realise I was capable of thinking like that about anyone. I love her.
I guess these tears are good, proof that I'm human. Instead of relishing in them I'm in pain. I slide down against the wall and double over in the empty darkness.
Nikki:
'I've got some amazing plans for the school, and you and me; we're the ones to make it happen.' Lorraine had claimed. I could feel her intense gaze, those sharp blue eyes, watching for my reaction. She really was beautiful. She took hold of my face and pulled it towards her's planting a kiss on my lips softly. She released and I glanced back up at her. Her eyes kept flitting between my lips and my eyes and I did the same likewise. Her lips looked so kissable. She kissed me again and I stood up from where I had been sitting. I snaked my arm around her waist and another behind her slender neck. I felt her run her hands through the back of my hair. God that felt nice. Our kisses became stronger; more passionate. We'd both jumped in without thinking of the possible implications of what we had just done. My heart was pounding in my chest from the kiss, the feeling I had got when I looked into her eyes and now the dread of what the hell is going to happen now.
That had been a few weeks ago and now she'd broken up with me, or I'd broken up with her,something like that. First telling me she couldn't do 'this', mixing business with pleasure and it felt as though anything that had happened between us didn't mean anything. More like I didn't mean anything. If she'd been cold then I'd been icy. I hadn't wanted to hear it, it was something I'd heard before and I wasn't interested in an on-off, hot-cold relationship where sometimes I was all that mattered when it suited.
'I understand and I sympathise but I'm not willing to put my heart on the line so you can have some practise at being a human being.' She had looked at me with those blue eyes that I had fallen for, filling with tears. 'I'm sorry just the way it is.' I had muttered bluntly before turning around and walking off.
After racing home I had just crashed down onto the sofa, kicking my shoes off. My words had cut her but she'd hurt me. I didn't know what to do or what I was going to do. I took a deep breath and burst into tears. I'd fallen for her. After a few hours of feeling sorry for myself, watching the tv a programme ,about this and that , that I couldn't pay full attention too and watching the ice cream melt like my heart, I jumped up. Rubbing the remains of my tears, I threw on my shoes, grabbed my jacket and keys and slammed the door. She needed to hear this.