Chantelle returned back to the Academy just before curfew, much to the annoyance of the Prefect that was standing watch at the gates of the school. After a brief exchange that left Chantelle more agitated than before, she was even more relieved when she finally slammed her dormitory closed. After all the day's events she felt completely drained, and all she wanted was her bed and some much needed sleep.
Shrugging of her jacket, she tossed it absently onto the desk chair before falling face-down onto her bed…It was only minutes before she was fast asleep.
"Chantelle…"
The blonde murmured in her sleep and shifted slightly but did not wake up.
"Chantelle!?"
This time, the sound penetrated through Chantelle's slumber and she opened her eyes to complete darkness. She blinked several times, wondering what had actually woken her up when the voice whispered her name again.
Chantelle sat bolt upright, fists gripping her bedsheets in pure terror, a scream trapped in the midst of her throat. Christy, as far as Chantelle knew, was still in the hospital being observed and the voice that had spoken her name had definitely not been female.
Something brushed against her hand and this time Chantelle let out a sound that resembled a mouse's squeak and she instinctively pushed herself away. Owing to the fact that the dormitory room only had single beds, there wasn't much space for her to move to and she fell out of the bed and landed heavily on the carpeted floor instead. Pain shot through her coccyx but in the same instance it seemed to dislodge whatever had been stuck in her throat as she inhaled to let out an ear-splitting scream.
Just before she released the sound, something else pressed against her mouth and the back of her head, muffling the sound that tried to escape. Chantelle clawed at whatever was covering her mouth and an intake of breath from opposite her revealed the intruder's location.
Now becoming more adjusted to the dim light, Chantelle could see the silhouette of someone kneeled down in front of her. Without even thinking about what she was doing, she swung her left fist towards the shadow causing them to roll out the way and release their grip on her. Once free, Chantelle used the palms of her hands and the balls of her feet, to hastily push herself backwards until she hit the desk with her back. Another bolt of pain shot through her spine but with the adrenaline currently coursing through her veins she barely felt anything.
"Chantelle calm down!" The voice whispered urgently, hearing the thud of the desk and the rattle of the lamp as it shook precariously. Chantelle barely even heard the words as her hands began to feel for the lamp switch that hung at the side of the desk. As soon as she felt the switch, she banged it with her fist and the small fluorescent light illuminated the room.
Panting with both fear and adrenaline, Chantelle glared at the figure who was now stood against the door looking flustered and confused, eyes squinted against the sudden burst of light now revealing his flushed face, the scar between his cheek and eyebrow more prominent than ever…
"Gary!? What…" Chantelle breathed, scrambling to get to her feet with the help of the desk chair and the bed. Her breathing was still laboured as though she had been sprinting around rather than just fumbling to get away from an intruder which just so happened to be Gary Smith. She opened her mouth to say something but nothing would come, she had been rendered completely speechless, and not for the first time.
"Fucking hell Chantelle," Gary murmured, scratching the back of his head as he stood and considered her. Blonde hair bedraggled, cerulean eyes wide and confused, chest heaving up and down as she tried to catch her breath and relax the adrenaline coursing through her veins, one vest strap slipping down her shoulder, hands clenched tightly into fists. "I'm pretty sure you drew blood," He added, glancing at the back of his hand where red scratch marks were clearly visible.
This comment seemed to finally get the cogs turning again as her surprised expression turned to anger.
"Gary…What the fuck are you doing in my dorm room?" Chantelle started before shaking her head, "No in fact, how the hell did you get in here?"
"The window upstairs, it's loose." Gary stated simply with a shrug as though him being in the Girls Dormitory was nothing out of the ordinary. "And Peabody doesn't lock the door to the loft so it's anyone's game really." He smirked as though he was a complete genius for figuring this out.
"This is a Girls Dormitory, you know…No boys allowed!?" Chantelle responded in exasperation, finally feeling calm enough to cross the small space between the desk and her bed and sit down without having a serious case of jelly legs.
"I needed to see you."
This response elicited a frown to form on Chantelle's face; what could be so important that he had to break into the Girls Dormitory in the middle of the night to speak to her?
Gary watched as Chantelle sat down on the edge of her bed and he moved swiftly to join her, feeling the burning lust and desire starting to build up in the pit of his stomach. Alarmed by his sudden haste, Chantelle instinctively moved back away from him but he took hold of her hand and tugged her towards him instead. She fell against him, her free hand pressing against his chest to keep her balance and as she looked up at him, she realised that they were mere inches apart once again.
Seconds passed as they simply just gazed at each other; Gary's distinct scar, more prominent and obvious in the lamp light, the shadow of facial hair above his upper lip, his strong defined jawline. Chantelle's lightly flushed cheeks, the slight crease between her eyebrows as she stared at him with reluctance, the slight parting of her lips…
He couldn't take it anymore; the burning passion flared through his stomach and he leaned in and pressed his lips firmly against hers. Chantelle had been expecting it to happen; willing it to happen, but she was still taken aback by the pure ferocity of his kiss. His hand moved from hers and brushed her arm up to her shoulder so he could apply force, gently pushing her down on the bed.
Gary broke away from her for just a few seconds so he could regard her, taking in all her features as best as he could, shifting his position slightly so he was basically straddling her. Chantelle reached out her hand so her fingers could gently caress his face and Gary's eyes closed against her touch, craving more, needingmore.
Taking her hand, Gary entwined his fingers around hers and then leaned back towards her, feeling her breath against his skin. He couldn't help but smile as he once again kissed her deeply.
This time there would be no interference; at long last they were fully alone.
