Disclaimer: I would love to say that I own Alvin and Jeanette…but sadly I'm a poor penniless student who owns nothing. *goes into little corner and cries*
A/N: Reviews as always are very appreciated. Also, this is a slightly more adult chapter then the others…children beware! : )
Shell shocked at this new development Alvin wasn't sure if he should wrap his arms around Jeanette and comfort her or hunt down the bastard who had hurt his girl. Both, he decided finally.
Looking at Alvin's face Jeanette saw confusion, anger and finally hurt. "Alvin?" she asked quietly, fearfully. In response Alvin pulled Jeanette into such a fierce hug she thought that her rib cage just might break. "Alvin?"
"Why didn't you tell me?" Alvin whispered raggedly.
Still wrapped in Alvin's arms Jeanette felt safe enough to admit that the reason she hadn't told him was that she was scared. Long ago she had dug a grave for everything that had happened around that time and marked it with her bitter tears.
"Netta, honey?" asked Alvin brushing a lock of chestnut hair from her forehead. Something ghost white caught his eye. Was that a scar?
"Promise you won't get angry?" Jeanette asked, looking straight into Alvin's eyes.
Brushing a light kiss across Jeanette's brow he whispered, "Never at you, darling."
Taking in a shaky breath Jeanette told Alvin what is was. How she had met Henry, her ex-fiancé, and had fallen head over Prada heels for his smooth charm. The courtship, the engagement and finally finding his boxers in Eleanor's hamper. Eleanor, the one who had been the happiest of everyone when Jeanette and Henry announced their engagement. "I talked to Brittany and we both decided to talk to Eleanor. It was horrible," letting her head fall into her hands to mask some of the tears Jeanette's voice cracked nevertheless, "All she did was scream at me about how it should have been her and not me. According to her I was just some geeky slut."
Trying to console Jeanette all Alvin could do was hold her until the worst had passed, all while silently wishing he could throw a couple punches at the so called sister and bastard ex-fiancé. Sniffing slightly Jeanette curled up even closer to Alvin. She felt so comfortably protected in the haven of his arms that she didn't even want to finish the tale, but once started she knew she had to finish. "When I next saw him I gave my resignation and told him I never wanted to see him again."
"And you're eyes?" Alvin couldn't help but ask.
"I was cleaning some of the tools s and I guess I poured more acid then I was supposed to, so that when he threw an instrument the solution sprayed into my eyes." Jeanette's eyes stung now at the memory of the horrible burning sensation that had prevailed after the initial shock.
Next to her Alvin's fists clenched in an attempt to stifle the instinct of wanting to punch the man who had hurt Jeanette so terribly. "What happened then?" he asked after a long silence.
"I don't know," admitted Jeanette, "According to Brittany she and Miss Miller lost track of how many surgeries I had after the first one, but I don't remember," looking off into the distance Jeanette's voice became even more quiet as her tale reached its end, "Eleanor came. After she saw me I guess she and Brittany got into a fight over how she didn't even belong in the same room as me after everything she had done. "
Alvin chuckled; proud that Brittany had stood up for Jeanette. "Sounds like Brit alright."
"Yeah," admitted Jeanette, "After that fight Eleanor left and never came back. Oh, later on we got a Christmas card with her and Henry telling us they had married and were happy, but I think that Brittany burned it." Jeanette smiled at one of the few good memories she had of that time. It had done them good to hear Brittany rant on about what exactly it was she was planning on doing to the Christmas card Eleanor and Henry had sent. She had been sure that it was their way of gloating, and her theatrics had made Jeanette and Miss Miller laugh at a time when laughter had been scarce.
Listening Alvin couldn't help in chuckling over the story. Brittany would do something like that, he thought, remembering the time she had thrown his hoodie out in revenge for one of the numerous pranks he had pulled on her. Shaking his head slightly to get it back on topic he felt compelled to ask Jeanette, "And you're eyes."
He felt her shrug long before she answered. "I don't know. I never saw them again."
"Can I see?" Alvin was almost afraid she would tell him that, No, he wasn't allowed to see, but Jeanette surprised them both and agreed.
"Promise me you won't freak out," she told him first.
Alvin didn't even have to think about the answer to that. "I promise, love."
With that Jeanette nodded her accent, as Alvin gently turned her so that he could see her eyes in the full moon.
Taking a shaky breath Jeanette lifted her hands to her face, paused, and then slowly removed the Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses that had covered the scars of that period in her life. Carefully, so as not to startle her, Alvin lifted Jeanette's face towards his. What he saw made his breath catch in agony. Thin, ghost like scars ran across her eyelids, rimming her eyes in a web-like pattern. As Jeanette slowly lifted her heavy eyelashes Alvin saw that her once dazzling green eyes now had scars running along them too. Her pupils, once perfectly round, had little ragged pieces missing. "Oh, love," he murmured, placing a butterfly kiss on an eyelid. He couldn't even imagine the pain she must have gone through, but he saw a good deal of what it might have been in the scars that her retina still had.
Placing a tentative hand on Alvin's arm Jeanette had to ask, "It's horrible isn't it?"
Sighing Alvin thought of how to answer her. After a short while he decided that telling her what he really thought was best. "Netta, no matter what, you're still beautiful to me."
Jeanette couldn't believe what she was hearing. Even after seeing the deforming scars that veiled her eyes he still thought her beautiful? Oh, this had to be a joke.
"Alvin, if you're playing games-"she began heatedly.
"I'm not," Alvin interrupted her, "I don't play games like that. You're beautiful and amazing and I'm going to kiss you now."
Jeanette's "Oh, Alvin" turned into a sign and then a moan of pleasure as Alvin laid claim to her mouth. The kiss was everything a kiss should be and nothing it wasn't. Slow or fast, teasing or demanding it was the kind of kiss that portrayed to Jeanette that no matter what Alvin wasn't letting her go. Ever.
Coming up for air Alvin breathed, "Jeanette, if you want me to stop, tell me now."
"No," breathed Jeanette as she feathered kisses along Alvin's neck and shoulders. Somehow, in the heat of the moment, his shirt had become unbuttoned. "I like this."
"And you won't regret it later?" he asked unsure. With Jeanette laying assault to him Alvin wasn't sure he would be able to last much longer himself.
"I'll regret it if you don't get me into a bed," Jeanette promised Alvin.
Alvin chuckled at that. Who would have known that shy Jeanette was so insistent?
Picking up her sunglasses from where they had fallen on the ground Alvin placed them on top of her mussed head. "One second, love. Or I'm going to lose it," he warned her. Lifting her he carried her to his car. Placing Jeanette on her unsteady feet Alvin made sure he kept a steady hand around her waist to keep her from falling. Opening the car door he ushered Jeanette in.
Getting behind the wheel he began the ignition and pulled out of the parking lot. Jeanette's soft, "Where are we going?" reminded him that he hadn't told her where he was taking her.
"Netta, if you don't want to do this, tell me," he raggedly told her. He was sure that if she told him, No, a good long jog and freezing cold shower would help. Maybe.
"Alvin, I already told you. Yes, yes and yes," the last three words Jeanette breathed into his ear, all while accentuating each 'Yes' with a softly teasing kiss.
Smiling at her eagerness Alvin said, "My place. I don't think that Brittany wants us there just now."
Jeanette laughed at that. "I'm sure Simon's keeping her occupied."
"I'm sure he is. Shall I tell you how I'm going to keep you occupied, Miss Miller?" asked Alvin. He had been sure he had broken the mood and wanted to fix it.
"Oh, do tell Mr. Seville," Jeanette all but moaned.
"Well first I'm going to park, then get you out of my car," as he was telling all this he was also doing it. Alvin seductively narrated to Jeanette each and every step of the way to his apartment, all the way to his bed.
"What's going to happen now, Mr. Seville?" Jeanette asked coquettishly.
Alvin smiled at the sight of Jeanette spread on his bed. "Well, now, I'm going to—"still describing Alvin made his next move.
The rest of that night would live in infamy with both Alvin and Jeanette because it was during that night that both of them lost their heart completely and never felt like going back.
With a moan Alvin opened his eyes. Turning his head he saw Jeanette curled up next to him, sleeping ever so peacefully. In the morning light Alvin was able to now able to examine the thin scars marking Jeanette's eyes. Using his thumb he gently brushed featherlike strokes on them. Jeanette stirred at the sensation but didn't wake up. Alvin was so preoccupied at looking at Jeanette that he didn't even notice his cell phone ringing until the song reached the most obnoxious notes. Quickly picking it up, Alvin could only hope that Jeanette hadn't woken up because of it. "Hello?" he asked into the phone.
"Hello? I'm sick with worry over where the hell you guys are and all you have to say is 'hello'?" Brittany's voice all but screamed into Alvin's ear.
"Calm down, Brit," Alvin responds in a cool voice. "Netta's fine. No, if you must know, she's sleeping right now. What? Well, I don't see how that's any of your business. No, I will not tell you. Brittany, is Simon there? Yes? Good, give him the phone. No, but at least he's rational."
Brittany's resulting scream at Alvin was so loud that he turned to where Jeanette was still curled up to make sure she was still sleeping. "Hey, Simon? Yeah, no we're fine. Uh-huh. Around noon, I think," something that Simon told Alvin made him turn around to look at his alarm clock. True to Simon's word, it was already noon.
"Well, then, how about two –ish. Or let's make it four-ish," Alvin conceded. He didn't want to have to give up the sweet sensation of Jeanette lying next to him just yet. Having finished making plans Alvin hung up.
"So who was that?" Jeanette's husky voice filled Alvin's ear just as her hand went to curl around his chest.
"That was no one important," Alvin replied. Moving so that he was half on top her he gently nibbled her neck.
"Uh-huh," Jeanette's voice became huskier and huskier as Alvin moved lower and lower, "That was Brittany wasn't it."
"Yep," Alvin said. He really didn't care who it was that had called not even five minutes ago. This was more important.
"And?" pressed Jeanette. She had the strangest feeling that if she didn't get any information out of him now she wouldn't later.
"And, I don't want to discuss it now."
"Oh?" teased Jeanette. "What do you want to discuss then?"
"This." To make his point Alvin reached a sweet spot and the resulting scream was all that was needed to confirm that he and Jeanette wouldn't be out of bed until at least two.