Okay, here's chapter 13 y'all! I hope that you guys are still interested in this one!
Marcus stare up at the canopy on his bed, his brow furrowed in concentration.
He hadn't said anything to me in several minutes, I was honestly trying to stay perfectly still, but I had this awful itch on my nose, and I really didn't want him to let go of my hand.
Oh god, that itch was becoming a sneeze I could feel it. No, no, no, that would be horrible, and it would only happen to me when I was with Marcus.
He turned suddenly in the bed, facing me, his hand still holding mine, "Thank you," he said sincerely. "For this," he said smiling his crooked smile.
I brightened, the itch gone and now the blushing commenced. "You're, uh, you're welcome," I said shakily. Oh real smooth Bailey.
He blinked twice, and leaned down slowly.
My heart began racing, and I tilted my head upward slightly on instinct. His nose was touching mine, and his forehead was now near resting against mine.
My eyes were probably shining now that they had caught the candle light. Closing my eyes I sneezed. Oh shit. "Oh shit," I said quickly bowing my head; I really hope I hadn't gotten any snot on him, that'd be gross. Uh fuck. "Fuck it," I said quietly.
Marcus chuckled above me, his chin on my forehead. "In that case maybe I shouldn't kiss you, you'll get me sick before my match this Saturday," he said bemused.
"Uh, I'm not- okay," he was going to kiss me! Oh my god! Yeah! "I'm not sick, just uh…"
"Right Babe," he said kissing the top of my head. Did I just get a pet name?
"I better go then," I said looking up into his eyes. "You should meditate a bit before you fall asleep tonight, try to summon your Animagus, er.. you're bear," I said rambling.
"Okay Babe," Marcus said nodding his head and smiling down at me.
"Okay," I smiled and sat up, reluctantly releasing his hand, I grabbed my book, shutting it firmly and blowing out the candles on the trunk at the end of his bed and the turning and blowing out the candles on his nightstand.
Now that the only light source in the room had disappeared, I stood there in the darkness, allowing my eyes to quickly adjust, and Marcus remained laying on his bed, looking at me.
"Bailey," he said quietly.
It startled me and I spilt a bit of hot wax on my hand grabbing the candle. "Uh, yes?" I squeaked, he made me feel like I was a little kid again, it was weird.
"If you ever have trouble sleeping," he suggested trailing off.
My first thought made me smile, thinking that he was really being sweet, and then my mind wandered, what I would love to do to him in his bed, and then I realized what he meant by it, which made me twinge slightly with anger, and I responded coldly. "Uh yeah, sure thing," before grabbing the rest of my candles in my arms and hurrying out of the room, slamming the door shut behind me.
Stomping across the hall the girls all looked up as the door flew open and I stormed in, kicking the door shut with my foot.
"Whoa, Bailey, calm down," Ruby said, seeing the anger in my eyes.
"Shut up you slut!" I screamed at her and threw my candles and book down on the bed, turning and placing my hands on my hips. The girls all stare at me astonished.
Nobody moved. Renee looked up from her homework with a panicked look on her face, Kelly was getting her clothes ready for the next day, Gwen was giving me a look of utter contempt and Ruby's eyes were wide in terror that if she might say the wrong thing we might fight again, and this fight would end with a corpse.
"WHAT!" I shouted throwing my arms out. They flinched and I rolled my eyes, grabbing my towel and pajamas heading into the bathroom and slamming the door shut.
I dropped my clothes on the floor and looked up into the mirror. I looked like the slut, it infuriated me, I yanked the scarf from my neck and ripped the buttons off of my shirt and pulled the skirt down to a decent length, before stripping completely, somewhat disgusted with myself and jumping into the tub, turning the shower head on. I needed to think, something about what just happened in Marcus's room and my reaction to my roommates made me stop dead. I was acting like Ruby.
"Oh shit," I said rinsing the conditioner from my hair and sinking to the floor, hugging my knees to my chest. Ruby wasn't me, I wasn't Ruby, I was trying to act like her to get Marcus to notice me and it worked, but at the expense of my dignity.
Why did it always seem to me like my first time should be with someone that I love, it'll be romantic and sweet, and us girls talked about it enough that we all knew what it should be like, but none of us had ever…
Suddenly the water was cold, I looked up, releasing my knees and standing up, I noticed how pruned my fingers were, I must have really been deep in thought. Turning off the water I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel. Looking up into the fogged mirror I wiped it until I could see my face.
"No more pretending," I told myself and dried, putting on my more modest pajamas and brushing my teeth. A simple drying spell on my hair and I exited the bathroom turning out the light and entering the dark and silent bedroom. It must have been very late, and I knew that I would never sleep, not with the offer from my dream man across the hall, but I would not succumb, I went over to my bed and lay down, staring at the ceiling until I heard the first of us to get up, Gwen, head into the bathroom in the morning.
I lay still, yawning for the first time, but not very tired. Gwen stepped out of the bathroom, in her uniform and I sat up in bed.
"Whoa," she said jumping slightly to the side.
"Relax, it's just me," I said tentatively.
"I know, that's why I'm scared," she reasoned, moving over to her bed.
I rolled my eyes and swung my legs over the side. "I'm sorry," I said simply and headed into the bathroom and put my uniform on, pulling my hair back with my wand, swirling it around and then brushing my teeth. Today would be different, I swear by it.
"Hey," a voice whispered in my ear. I shuddered, it was Marcus. Leaning back in my seat so that he could talk to me I whispered back harshly.
"What?"
"Are you okay?" he asked with a tone of attitude in his voice.
"I'm fine, why?" I asked back.
He didn't answer me so I leaned forward in my seat once again. He needed a tutor, he was getting a tutor. I needed a date to the ball, looks like I was going stag.