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I walk into our room after a long and chafing day of classes. I say chafing because I had to go with no panties. Why? Well, because Holly not only stole all of mine and hid them like a ninja, but because she also hid all of her panties, as well.
"Well, good afternoon you goddamn panty raider. Thanks for the chafing, I'm absolutely miserable" I spew at her unhappily.
She is sitting at her desk with her glasses propped up on the top of her head and she is reading from a textbook while taking notes. She turns around and beams me a wide grin.
"Mmm, I hear they have a cream for that, Gail."
"Har har har, very funny."
"Plus, if I was truly raiding your panties, you would know" she says and then winks at me.
I can't manage to verbalize any sort of response to that so I simply walk to the middle of the room and fling off my bag and shoes because I know this behavior annoys the hell out of her. She peers over at me and shakes her head at my actions. I see a flash of annoyance cross her features but she quickly smooths them over and returns to her studying as if I hadn't bothered her at all.
"So…" she ventures "do you need me to take you to the closest pharmacy for that anti-itch cream now?"
I can hear the amusement in her voice and it just irritates me further.
"No, Holly, what I need for you to do is tell me where the hell you put my panties."
"Where is the fun in that, I wonder?"
"Seriously? I looked all over this damn room this morning and couldn't find them. I was late to class. You're not being cute or funny just tell me where the hell they are."
"All over?" She smiles bemusedly at me. "Perhaps you should have checked that shower caddy that you utilize so often."
"You've got to be fucking kidding me. Again with the shower caddy?"
I storm into the bathroom and grab the shower caddy that is stashed underneath a pile of my towels on one of my two designated shelves. Sure enough my panties are filling the shower caddy to the brim. I stomp back out and stash my panties back in their proper place holding one out to put on. I grab a new pair of jeans out of my drawer and change quickly. I then throw my dirty jeans on the floor of my closet so Holly can yell at me later about how I should use my laundry hamper. I walk over to my desk and rip into a new bag of cheese puffs. I chew as loudly as cheese puffs will allow and wait impatiently for Holly's reaction.
"Must you chew so loudly? You chew like a horse. Actually, wait, that's an insult to horses."
"It suddenly surprises you that I am not a 'delicate flower'? I thought you were perceptive."
Holly plugs in her headphones and returns to her studying. She still has her glasses upon the top of her head so I know she won't be able to see my reflection in her peripheral vision in the corners of her glasses. With a grin, a plan formulates in my mind. I place my bag of cheese puffs down on my desk and wipe my hands on a nearby napkin. I stand up from my chair and enter a crouching position. Holly is fully entrenched in her studying so I am fairly confident that she will not see me. I stop part way to her desk and pull my iPod out of my pocket and find a metal song with the most amount of screaming I can remember and turn it up to full volume. I finish sneaking over to her desk and quickly remove her headphones from her iPod and place them into mine. I can instantly hear the screaming music and loud metal guitar and drums. Holly jumps up from her desk, shrieks, and smacks her knee on the crummy plywood. Of course, I immediately burst into laughter.
"FUCK!" she howls out. "That was low, Gail, even for you" she says, clearly exasperated. She clutches her left knee and sits back down in her chair.
"Aww, did the poor baby get a boo boo? Do you need someone to kiss it better?" I say in my best creepy Aunt tone. While I say this jokingly I can't help but thinking that I really would like to kiss her knee better.
"There is no veracity in a kiss to make something that has been injured feel better. I think I'll go with the proven method of icing."
I can't help but feeling a bit proud of myself. Up until this point Holly definitely had the upper hand in our games to put each other on edge. The panty-raiding thing was undoubtedly her crowning achievement. I would have never pegged this girl for a brilliant mastermind of mischievous acts yet all the evidence strongly suggested she was. I couldn't help feeling a little bad that she had hurt herself, though. I strolled over to the tiny fridge/freezer combination and pulled out an ice pack and wrapped it in a clean dishrag and walked it over to Holly's side of the room. In a moment of unprecedented sincerity I mumbled out,
"I didn't mean for you to hurt yourself." I gently place the ice pack on her knee. "I just wanted to annoy the shit out of you and possibly burst your ear drums" I smile sheepishly.
"You're totally right, bursting my ear drums would hurt so much less than this" she chastises me in a stern voice but I can see the twinkle in her eye.
"You know, that twinkle in your eye gives you away."
"Gives me away? A twinkle in the eye is merely a reflected particle of light seen in that eye that travels at the speed of light. The speed of light is 983,571,056 feet per second. So what you're seeing is a reflection of light travelling so quickly the reflection occurs in about a billionth of a second which is faster than that of your blink speed which is about 300 to 400 milliseconds for a full blink. So, if you blink you'll miss a true twinkle of the eye."
I stare at her lips as she is nerding out on me. The way in which her mouth moves is fascinating. She seems to talk mostly out of the left side of her mouth and sometimes, if she was slow to break into a full smile, her grin would begin lopsided to the left and work its way across her lips in a wave. I would never tell her this, but I strove to elicit that grin from her. It was incredibly endearing.
"You're not even listening. Far be it for me to assume that you would actually want to learn anything."
"Nerd."
"Slacker."
"I am not! Take it back!"
"Slacker."
"Holly! Take it back!" I say as I lean into her and I begin vigorously tickling her. The tickling provokes no response, to which I am very disappointed.
"What are you, a robot?"
"Yes," she says huskily "Do you want to know where my on/off switch is?"
I notice that her eyes darken and her tongue slips out of the right side of her mouth and licks her bottom lip before she gently sucks her lip into her mouth and bites down on it. I take a sharp intake of breath and I can hear my blood rushing and my heart beating faster. I try to compose myself so I can formulate a coherent response.
"Yes, Holly, I would love to know where this switch is," I say, truthfully. "The off part would be really useful" I grin at her and push away from her using the back of her chair.
I must admit to myself, however, I really just want to know where the switch to turn her on is.
