Bradin was having difficulty concentrating in classes the next day. Well, he'd been a bit distracted since his Kris encounters began, but the fact that they had gone so close yesterday made his brain able to think of nothing else but when two thirty would friggin come. He smiled at his friends at lunch and kept up conversations but all the while, his eyes scanned the crowd for the girl. On his way to class after lunch, he spotted her in the hallway and tried to give a smile and a wave, and he knew she saw him, but she didn't acknowledge him at all.
"Hey, are you all right?" one of Bradin's friends, Ryan, fellow school heartthrob, asked.
"Yeah," Bradin shrugged.
The brunette glanced at what Bradin was looking at and gave him a light nudge on the shoulder. "Into the violet-haired vixen?"
"What?" Bradin tore himself away and looked at his friend.
"Is that who you're looking at?" Ryan questioned.
"Possibly, why?" Bradin retorted, a bit uneasily.
"She's a total…" he began.
"What?" Bradin frowned.
"Crap, the bell's about to go, if I'm late again I'm screwed!" Ryan exclaimed. "I'll catch up with you later." Bradin watched him dart to class with a look of curiosity. He wondered how many guys she was 'getting acquainted' with. Bradin had the feeling that she didn't have a problem lip locking with several guys at once. The thoughts didn't last long as a teacher walked up behind up and gave him a warning to go to class or he'd soon be late.
That next period felt like the longest in Bradin's history. He had actually become convinced that his watch was broken, until he saw the classroom clock ticking at the same agonizing rate.
"She really knows how to bore people to death." A new girl Bradin hadn't talked to before whispered to him. Bradin gave her a small smile. She was pretty and had curly blonde hair and the deepest brown eyes he had ever seen. She was one of the traditionally pretty girls Bradin had brushed off. "I'm new. My name's Ellen Eversman."
"Bradin Westerly. Nice to meet you." He politely answered.
"I know who you are." She grinned back. "I've seen you surf out there and it's amazing. I'm a surfer too but I just began a few weeks ago."
"Oh, thanks. I've only been at it for a year. It won't take long to catch on to it, especially if you enjoy it." Bradin instantly perked up upon the mention of surfing.
"I love it so far, but it's been hard for me. My instructor isn't very patient." She was eyeing him with a very interested look.
"That's too bad. Just believe in yourself and you'll do fine. Listen to their criticism only if you can use it to get better. If you can't, drop it, because it'll only bring you down." He advised.
"Thanks for the advice," she smiled. "So, what class do you have next?"
Making out with a hot girl in an empty classroom, you? "Oh…" he wasn't eager to tell her, lest someone notice that he had skipped out on math for four straight days.
"I think you're in my math class. With Berkley?" Ellen said. Bradin was getting the feeling that she had been watching him. "But I'm not sure because I saw you there once and then you sort of just disappeared."
"There's probably a perfectly good explanation for that, but I've got to go. Nice meeting you, though, Ellen." Bradin quickly said as the clock struck the half way mark. His books were already gathered in his arms by the time the teacher dismissed them and Bradin practically ran in front of the room they normally met at.
"Excited, I see." The voice that almost always sounded amused and sarcastic quietly spoke. For her convenience, the room where they met was situated just across the hall from the classroom she was in before this. Kris strode towards him and bent to take a drink from the water fountain. Then, she crouched down with the pretext of tying her shoe until the hallway had emptied completely. She straightened and with a sly smile, she stood in front of him. "You look a bit antsy, surfer boy." Reaching out and playing with a strand of his hair beside his ear, she searched his eyes and said, "I hope it's not because of me." For the first time, Bradin really noticed that her eyes matched his own and were a stunning vivid green.
"You know it is." He could barely breathe.
"That's sweet in a horny, sex-obsessed way." She withdrew her hand and flipped her hair back. He noticed that it was cut.
"I like your hair." He said. It was layered now, and curved to her chest where once it had gone to just above her hips.
"We've been through this." She laughed.
Bradin got flustered. "No… I, what I meant was I like how you've got it cut."
"Oh, good boy. You noticed." She clapped softly and wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him.
"Of course I noticed." He said. "It looks good on you. Then again, a hat made out of Popsicle sticks would look good on you."
"Thanks." She looked almost suspicious at the compliment, and for a moment a wary look flickered in her eyes. Brushing it off, her face became neutral again as she pressed against Bradin and said, "Anyways, let's get this show on the road."
Into the room, closing the door, and lying spread eagled on the table at the front of the room, Bradin had to admit this was a pretty sweet arrangement he had going for him.
Unfortunately for Bradin, just when the two were really getting into it, he felt Kris's entire body stiffen. In a moment she had pushed him off of her and muttered, "Shit."
"What?" Bradin asked in confusion.
"Someone's coming." Kris answered.
"SHIT!" he echoed, "What do we do? If they find us-"
"Stop freaking out, surfer boy." She shook her head and wrapped her hand around his wrist, briskly dragging him towards the other end of the room. "Don't tell me you've never been in this situation a million times before."
"Actually I haven't-" he protested.
Kris ignored him and briefly inspected the small window in which she had dragged him in front of. It was open less than halfway and wouldn't budge open even a fraction more. In a moment, the girl had carefully and swiftly swept herself under so that she was outside. Taking a moment to marvel at her agility and flexibility, not to mention how thin she must've been, Bradin realized she was giving him a pointed look.
"I can't fit under that," he answered to the look. "Not a chance. Look, it's fine, just go, leave before they get here, I'll be okay."
Kris rolled her eyes and snapped, "Don't be such a ridiculous moron." She slipped back into the room and after scanning around for a moment she grabbed her backpack, which was flung by the door, and grabbed a textbook.
She quickly slipped into a desk and flung it open. Upon seeing Bradin looking like a goldfish beside her, she let out an exasperated groan and pulled him into the seat next to her.
"I don't have a-" he started.
"You're so stupid sometimes-" she interrupted him and threw another textbook that had been in her bag at him. "Don't just stare at me, open it!" She quickly adjusted her shirt and smoothed out her hair, shooting a look at Bradin telling him to do the same.
Her eyes darted back to the textbook laying open on her desk not a moment too soon, for just then whoever was behind the door finally got it open and walked in.
"Oh- I thought this room was empty." A surprised male teacher gasped upon seeing the pair. "What are you two doing in here?"
"Study hall was really hard to concentrate in, so I thought I'd get more work done in a nice, empty and more importantly, quiet, classroom." Kris smiled.
"And you?" the man suspiciously looked at Bradin.
"He couldn't focus either, and since he's actually someone who wanted to study in study hall, I invited him to come here too." She answered breezily. "I hope that's all right, sir."
"No, it's fine, just next time you would do better with getting a teacher here to supervise, I'm sure someone wouldn't mind." The teacher said a bit reprovingly, though he seemed to accept the excuse.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know that was necessary. I'm new, you see, and we were allowed to go where we wanted during study hall in my old school." Kris apologized. "Should we leave?"
"Class is half over, anyways." The man waved away her apology. "I'll just grab my binder that I left here and leave you to study. You should really get acquainted with the rules soon, though. I wouldn't want you to get into trouble." The last words were said while he narrowed his eyes, but he didn't even give the two detentions or even a real warning. He grabbed a little black binder from the desk and walked out the door, giving the two a last look before shutting it again.
"I can't believe you covered for me!" Bradin's tone was incredulous.
"What, you thought I'd just leave you in here? What kind of a person do you think I am?" she crossed her arms, though the tips of her lips had quirked.
"I'm sorry, I just thought you might be thinking along the lines of every person for themselves." He said and shrugged. "I really sort of panicked, if they had caught us making out in here and skipping class we would've been roasted."
"Have you seriously not had to deal with this before?" she cocked her eyebrow in disbelief.
"Contrary to what you look like you're thinking, I don't normally cut class to make out with girls. Excuse me if my expertise at hiding out from a teacher while doing said activity isn't as great as years." He raised his own eyebrows. "How did you act so calm?"
"I guess you could say I've had a lot of experience." She smiled, confirming his thoughts.
"Thanks, really, for not ditching me and for saving me from stuttering like a moron in front of that teacher." Bradin sincerely told her.
"Don't worry about it." She lifted one shoulder up in a half shrug and stood up, proceeding to walk towards the door.
"What are you doing? We have half a period left." Bradin frowned, leaping out and following her as she stuffed her textbooks back in her backpack and opened the door.
"Yeah, and now people know we're in here." She pointed out.
"So we're done?" the frustration and disappointment was so evident in his voice that she let out a laugh.
"We can't do it in there, surfer boy." She chortled, starting to walk off in that distinctive slight swagger of hers. It was a very confident slightly fiery stride that made it seem like she thought she owned the place.
Bradin wasn't waiting another day. He snatched her arm and evenly said, "If we can't go in there, why not pick another place?" He opened a door and pulled her inside it.
"Oh good Lord. This is the custodian's closet, isn't it." She snorted. "How cheesy could you get-"
But Bradin cut her off with a heavy kiss and in a few minutes they were on the ground and he was on top of her. He was sick of waiting and his body seriously couldn't take it anymore and he was adamantly refusing to let her take control. Another moment and he had lost the battle, she had shoved him off and pushed herself so that she had the upper hand and had quickly worked off his shirt, slipped out of her own shirt, and undid his belt all the while kissing him hungrily. Bradin was lightly sucking on her ear lobe as her hands grazed his skin. Yes. Bradin thought, the anticipation, the desire; it was all about to peak-
…And that was when Kris chose to pull away.
"No…!" he let out a frustrated moan.
She gripped his arms strongly so that he couldn't continue kissing her and said, "Stop. Before we go anywhere, you do have protection, right?" She stroked his neck and wasn't looking at his face, busying herself with teasing him as much as humanely possible with her hands.
"N-no, I wasn't expecting, I normally don't bring any to school-" Bradin wanted to slap himself.
"What!" she exclaimed. "You've got to be kidding. What were you planning to do then? I'm not having sex with you without protection. There's not a chance in hell that I'd get pregnant just so you could have an hour of fun."
"Of course not." Bradin was resigned and seriously kicking himself. "I would never-"
"Oh whatever, you were all set a second ago. The thought didn't even cross your mind, did it?" she looked at him a little peevishly.
"I'm sorry." Bradin hung his head. "Normally I'm prepared."
"Trust a guy to bring protection. Trust a guy to be the one responsible for not ruining a woman's life. It's stupid, really, honestly- the guy's supposed to do that but you know you can't rely on them, if you do you will end up preggers because it's your ass that's going to suffer not theirs if they forget." She rolled her eyes and reached a hand into her back pocket. Taking out a little packet, she continued on wryly, meeting his eyes, "And this is why I have to do it. If the women didn't we'd be overpopulated and you wouldn't be getting any."
"You've got some?" he said.
"If it were up to you I'm sure you'd be a dad multiple times over by now." She snorted.
"…You actually carry around condoms in your back pocket?" he said in amazement. "Like, with you at all times?"
"Yeah because I unlike you am responsible and actually give a rats ass about my future." She worked at opening the packet. "While we're on the topic, do you have a STI? Lie to me now and I will fucking rip off your balls and strangle you with them."
"Of course I don't!" he shot back indignantly.
"Good. Neither do I." She said as if they were talking about the weather.
"And you're sure?" he raised an eyebrow, the fact that she did this often enough to carry protection with her at all times made him a teensy bit worried.
"I have a PAP every month." She snapped, a bit pissed at his wariness. "When was your last?"
Bradin thought for a moment. "A few months ago."
"How active have you been in that time span?" she eyed him.
"Not active." He stuck out his jaw. "Hey, you're supposed to have one once a year so don't get all paranoid-"
"You are so lying." She rolled her eyes but pushed Bradin against the wall, glancing down for moment. "You're friend down there is getting antsy."
"I swear to you, I don't have an STI." Bradin told her. "I would never knowingly do that to anyone."
"All right. I trust you, surfer boy." A smile sprung up on her lips and her mouth encased over his, the remaining clothes on their heated bodies falling away gently as time melted together and faded out.
The single best intimate encounter Bradin Westerly had ever had. And it was in a Janitor's closet, beside a puke bin and Vim.