I never liked to wait.
After dinner, Lash sauntered back up to his room and sat in front of the computer. He had…one message in his inbox. "S'gotta be her." Clicking on it, he read the message, skimming it over in over in anger. She was sorry, but she wasn't going to stop? She was going to keep writing him with both women, and he was going to have to deal with it? "What the fuck!"
"Lash, language honey." His mother said from the first floor. Growling, Lash stood and walked away to his bed, kicking clothes and CD cases out of the way before he sat down on his mattress.
What the hell was he to do now? Try and forget?
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It was Thursday. Lash was doodling. And there was an update to the Grave Mistake story yesterday - but he didn't read. He couldn't think of an imaginary person that he was written to love, to be dead. It was bad enough she wasn't real - but to have her just…gone? No…just no.
"Class -" Mr. Medulla had said, grabbing their attention. "We have a new student this morning…"
Lash stopped doodling to look up o the front of the room. At her. Her. He just knew it was. Her dark brown hair reached the middle of her back, her blue eyes rimmed with black liner. She stood at the front of the class, biting her full lip as she played with the strap of her messenger bag with a long pale hand. Her eyes scanned the faces of the kids in the room, and nearly jumped when they landed on Lash - for his own brown were staring deeply at her.
"She's come to Sky High from the underground villainous academy on spy-work…" Medulla went on with, but Lash reached for his pencil, not taking his eyes off the nervous girl at the front. He was dreaming. "Oh, no worries, though!" The man said. "She's…she was assigned by us, not them. She's learned a lot!" He tapped her shoulder confidently, but she seemed in another world. With a jab to his arm with his pencil, Lash realized that the scene wasn't changing - he was awake.
And his arm hurt like hell.
"Why don't you…uh…" Medulla searched for an empty seat, and pointed towards Lash. "Seems to be the only seat available - sit there." With quick steps she walked to the back of the room, her legs shaking while she placed her things on the desk. And slowly, Lash moved the things of his out of her way, their eyes upon each other.
"I know you." He said low, pulling out her chair from his seat. She nodded.
"I came back after all those stories were coming out."
"You read Fantasmarific's stories?"
Her eyes closed, and she smiled. The smile he's imagined. She was really beside him.
"Now might I remind you, Crystal -" Lash's heart nearly burst. Her name in the air - gosh he couldn't hold on much longer. "That who you reside a seat with, Lash, he'll be your lab partner for the whole year."
"All we need now is a fuckin' closet." She had muttered, covering her mouth with a giggle. Lash smiled to himself. This was amazing. This was real.
Slowly placing his arm across her shoulder, he watched her lean into him, sighing quietly. The feel of her just being around him - he cursed the timing.
"I have an idea." Crystal murmured, sitting up straight and raising her hand. Lash didn't like how far away she straightened her posture to. So with his left hand, he gripped the rung and slid the stool so close to his own. He could nearly taste her. She smelled how he'd imagined. She looked the same. Lash needed to kiss her. Hold her to him. Love her.
"Yes, Ms. Skye?"
Lash reached across his table and touched the edge of the desk, resting his head on his arms to stare in wonder at the was-fictional girl beside him.
"May I get a pass to the library? I want the archives for class - I'll be able to complete them over the weekend."
"And can I go to the bathroom?" Lash added, seeing through her question and to her idea.
"Yes to Crystal - and will you come back, Lash?" The man's high voice had asked, and the two teens looked to each other.
"No." He replied, taking Crystal's hand in his.
"Fair enough." Medulla said hopelessly, waving them away.
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They dashed down hallways, stealing kisses as they searched for a place to stay unguarded.
Crystal pointed. "Look, there's the janitor's closet Amalia wrote you and Layla in. That was cool."
Lash gripped her waist, opening the door and pushing the two of them inside. "Screw Layla. I want Crystal."
Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she kissed him passionately. "I want Lash." She smiled against him as his arms wrapped around her tightly. "I came here to get the real thing."
"An' I am the real thing." Lash nipped her mouth. "An' now I have you forever."
Crystal laughed. "Do we have to send a thank-you to the writer, you think?"
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