A/N Sorry this took a little longer than usual. I'm a little brainfried right now so that's all I'm going to say before I embarrass myself...
Disclaimer: If I owned House.. You see the if. That's because I don't.
"You're avoiding me." Remy stated after an unusually quiet car ride to school. They had just pulled up into Allison's usual space in the corner of the parking lot. Two over from Lisa's, with House's motorcycle occasionally parked between.
"I'm sitting right next to you?" Allison stated, brow furrowed in confusion, as she paused in her reach for her bag tossed in the back seat looking at her girlfriend for a moment. To see her observing her like something foreign.
"Yes, but you're avoiding me." Remy reached forward and touched Allison's cheek. Watching the way the blonde's eyes fell shut sharply. Confliction flickering across her features. It felt so nice to be touched by her. But at the same time made her head swim with guilt.
"I'm not avoiding you." She sounded far off, like the hand on her cheek was a bit distracting. She obviously was. It had been almost two days since the incident with Robert. She and Remy hadn't kissed once.
"You no not physically... Well yeah physically, kind of. But- Allison you won't even look at me." Remy let out an exasperated sigh. Falling limp in her seat. But never removing her hand from her girlfriend's cheek. The blonde gave her a pointed look. Giving her all her attention, yet none at all.
"What happened?" Remy brushed a blonde lock of hair out of the blonde's face. Leaning down to look her in the eye.
"I..." Allison paused, feeling like an idiot for not telling her. But still unable to get the words out. Unable to say it, because it just made her feel so..., gross.
"... House told me about Chase." Remy bit her lip. She hadn't asked, he had just told her. Even if she didn't want to know. Stating that she needed to stop mopping around, and told her to go kiss and make up..., or maybe more than kiss.
"What did he tell you?" Allison looked from the divider between them. Remy could just barely hold back the urge to kiss her. So close, and looking so forlorn.
"Just that you and Chase were alone in the hall together, and there seemed to have been an altercation." Remy smiled loosely at her use of another not so average word. A weak smile fluttered across the blonde's lips too. Remy missed those lips.
"Altercation..." Allison glanced at the divider. "He said that you weren't right for me." The attempt at a joking atmosphere died in the air. Allison watched Remy's hand seated on the corner of the car seat clench into a fist. Allison felt another surge of guilt at not telling her sooner. Making Remy feel like she had done something wrong.
"You're perfect for me." The blonde closed her hand over the one still on her cheek. Remy seemed to be somewhere else though.
"I'm not... I'm so messed up." Allison gave the hand a squeeze as it started to pull away. Forcing it back to her cheek.
"We're both messed up." She affirmed. "Who isn't these days. He's just jealous.., and in denial that I'm in love with, very female you." She gave Remy's hand another squeeze.
"If it wasn't true... Why were you avoiding me?" Allison couldn't not notice the way Remy moved back a bit. She hated the distance being formed between them.
"He kissed me." Allison's features instantly formed a look of absolute disgust. When she had started to confess she wasn't sure if she'd tell her that part, because she really really wanted to forget about it. But anything to reassure her was worth it. Anything to make this distance between them disappear. Emotionally, as well as physically.
"He what?" Remy ground it between her teeth. Anger that she was obviously trying to keep under control evident in her eyes.
"It was, I don't know his way of proving he was right for me. I've brushed my teeth at least fourteen times. I pushed him away. It, it- Rem, say something."
"You know you could have told me? It's not your fault. I- did you... Did you think I'd be mad at you? I would never... Sure I want to kill Chase. But you know I live with House and he'd probably help me hide the body. But, that's not your fault. Al, I love you." Allison felt the guilt that had been growing in her explode. She was pretty sure that it was because because of the wide innocent eyes Remy was giving her. The way she said it with that stripped of everything sincerity you really only got with little kids and dying people. But above all the worry in her words. The brunette was actually worried she had done something to make her think she couldn't tell her.
"No of course not Rem. I, I know that you wouldn't be mad. I was just, grossed out. I hate that... I hate that he did it. That he could, I feel like..." Allison stopped, knowing what she was about to say sounded a bit ridiculous. She could only hope that Remy would understand.
"Like?" The brunette encouraged, running her thumb over Allison's cheek unconsciously.
"Like I left myself open for it. Like I didn't stop him soon enough. Like it was my fault..." Allison closed the distance between them burying her face in the brunette's neck, and trying to stop tears from filling her eyes.
"Allison, you didn't do anything wrong. This isn't your fault. It's Chase's, and I'm going too..." She trailed off, clenching her fists against Allison's back. Trying to ward off the anger building in her. That was not what Allison needed right now. She gave the blonde a firm squeeze.
Both jumped when they heard a small knock on the window. Allison looked over Remy's shoulder blushing at a smiling Lisa. The blonde crawled practically on top of Remy to open the door. Landing a hand between her thighs on her way.
"You guys are going to be late. So, wrap..., whatever this is up." The brunette outside of the car glanced in, before back down to her bag where she had been digging around.
Allison rolled her eyes. "You'll be late too." Lisa knew just what this was. Remy attempted to turn around. Feeling a bit awkward being in the middle of the conversation, physically, and looking in the completely opposite direction. Running out of chair space as she did so. She fell the short distance to the asphalt. Landing painfully on her tailbone.
"Fuck..." She groaned. Eyes squeezed shut for a brief moment trying to ignore the pain.
"Are you okay?" Lisa beat the shocked Allison to the question.
"Yeah. I just you know, landed on my ass." Remy attempted to stand, and letting out a small groan. Settling back on her hands.
"I bet Allison will kiss it better." Lisa commented offering a hand to help the other brunette up, which she waved away.
"I think I just want to lay here on the ground for a while." She stated.
"Nope. We're going to be late." Allison crawled out of the car, and gave the brunette's shirt a tug. "I'll kiss it better if you get up?" She offered. Remy used the blonde's hips as leverage and pulled herself up making their faces level. She placed a quick kiss on her nose, then turned to Lisa. Not noticing the way Allison followed the small amount of contact, until she was to far to reach.
"Okay.. School, let's get that over with." Remy turned to head for the building as the first bell could be heard faintly signaling that they only had four minutes to homeroom. She gave the blonde's hand in her's a small tug. While she fumbled with her keys to lock the car.
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"I'm checking your heart rate."
"Then use my wrist or my jugular... You're touching my boob." Allison grabbed the wrist of her girlfriend's hand touching her chest.
"Well that was the point..." Remy trailed off as Allison removed her hand and let it drop at her side. "Your breathing was irregular, I had to make sure you were okay." She called after the blonde that had just taken back off running.
"It's gym... We have to run over a mile... My breathing's going to get irregular." Allison said in between breaths when Remy caught up.
"You should know. I'll take any chance to touch your chest." Remy replied, slowing to keep pace with the slightly slower blonde.
"We're going to finish last. Which means another lap... Wonderful." Allison put on burst of speed, which she instantly regretted. When her overly competitive girlfriend sped up and past her. Before stopping for a second and waiting for her to catch up.
"Sorry." She gave Allison those puppy dog eyes.
"I'm not. mad at you." She replied keeping pace with the brunette, which she found a bit difficult.
"You're making that mad face."
"I'm not mad... My sides hurt, and I don't want to run another lap." Allison threw her head back with a groan. Remy tried not to let her mind go to where, and when she had seen the blonde do that before.
"Then we have to pass Cole... Race you." Remy gave the blonde a small swat on the thigh, before speeding up again. Allison groaned before doing the same.
The two managed to pass the dark-skinned boy at the back of the pack.
"If you can... Run that... Fast.. Why are you always behind me?" Allison panted hands on her knees.
"I enjoy the view." Remy smirked turning around as she said it to avoid the playful glare Allison was throwing her way. "Hey!" She yelped when she received a small swat to the rear. Hands going to protect her bruised backside. "I already got smacked in the ass by the asphalt today."
"God, I'm sorry Rem." Allison wrapped the other girl in a bear hug from behind. Of in the corner like that no one really noticed them, as they had dispersed to begin their 'choice of activity' as their gym teacher, Mr. Jefferson called it. It was really just a way for him to sit on his ass, and occasionally show off his basketball skills.
"I forgot." She stated in the brunette's ear.
"It's okay." Remy pouted. "Kiss me better." Allison's eyebrows shot up at the suggestion.
"Here? …. There?" The disbelieving tone in the blonde's voice made Remy chuckle.
"No." Remy turned around so their noses were brushing. "Here." She puckered her lips and Allison giggled before leaning in and doing as she had been told.
"You're so cute." She stated pulling back from the brunette who still had her eyes closed from the kiss that had probably lasted a bit longer than it should have.
"Hm-m. You're the one's that so cute." Remy replied, leaning into another kiss as Allison leaned out. Remy let out a small frustrated noise. Taking a step forward.
"We should probably go participate in class. Hmm?" Allison proposed not making a move to get out of the brunette's grip.
"One more? I missed your lips..." Remy again cast those big puppy eyes down at the blonde. Who in her attempts to move out of reach of her lips had managed to lean back into the brunette's hands so she was standing with one leg between the other girl's legs, and she had a hand on her shoulder, and another on her lower back.
"Okay. But if you try anything.." She warned before leaning back into the brunette. Very conscious of any possible movement of the hand on her lower back, or upper ass that is.
"Hey! PDA!" Allison jumped away from the brunette as a foam football came twirling their way. House closely followed. He chuckled. Scooping the ball back up, and tossing it Foreman's way.
"Wait you were actually trying to make us stop kissing?" Allison asked, catching the ball as it came back to their corner of the gym.
"Well yeah. Prince Blondie is coming this way." House nodded in the direction of an approaching Chase. Before chucking the ball a little high over Eric's head. Forcing the dark-skinned boy to jump to get it. Allison looked in the direction of the Aussie, stopping Remy from whipping around with a hand on her arm.
"He's going to want to get a rise out of you." Allison stated when the glare that had been intended for Chase was directed at her.
"He's going to get one." The brunette ground out. A stiffness forming in her shoulders.
"What the hell?" Allison groaned at the Australian accent, shouted their way. "Are you like showing off to me?"
"No. This is my girlfriend. We're supposed to kiss. Oh now you might think that people just kiss whoever they want. But that's not how it works." At the end her voice dipped down from her sarcastic lilt to a menacing tone. Allison took a step closer behind her, her grip on her arm tightening.
"What are you talking about?" He sneered looking around the gym filled with students, and taking a step forward. His voice lowering volume to a menacing hiss.
"Oh? You don't want everyone to know that you like molested my girlfriend in the hallway?" Remy's sarcasm returned full force.
"I didn't, we kissed. Sorry that she just needs a real man that much." Thirteen's cool attitude vanished at that comment, and she gave him a hard shove to the chest. Sending him stumbling backwards eyes wide with shock. His eyebrows went back down in seconds though, and he returned the shove. Which Remy would have happily recuperated, and some more. But she fell the foot or so back into Allison. Who wrapped her arms around her waist, and held her tight.
"Don't. This is going to get you nowhere." Allison breathed in her ear. Loosening her arms around her slowly until she was sure that she wouldn't launch herself at Chase who was staring at the two, with an expression like he had just tasted something awful. But had been caught off guard by it.
"I think she seems pretty satisfied with me." Remy shot back. Catching the blonde's hands as she released her, and sliding her fingers in between hers from above.
"What is going on here?" The angry voice of their gym teacher commanded.
"She attacked me!" Chase threw an accusing finger at Thirteen.
"She did not. He attacked me!" Allison shot back.
"Woah, woah. I think that this will be resolved with a nice detention. Tonight." He looked between the three students. He was somewhat infamous throughout the school with his logic, any situation could be solved with a detention. No matter what, how it came about or why. Sitting in a room not talking for forty minutes after school could fix it.
"I have a soccer game." Chase whined. Thirteen rolled her eyes, glad she didn't have to work.
"Well then tomorrow." Allison opened her mouth to say something about the obvious favoritism at play. Robert was a star player. But Remy cupped a hand over it.
"You two. Tonight, room 107." Remy nodded her head, and used the one on Allison's mouth to nod hers. Mr. Jefferson walked off. Not before handing them their detention slips. He grabbed Chase's shoulder and led him away as he did.
"That was so, not right." Allison pouted, looking down at the paper sentencing her to forty minutes of boredom.
"We don't have to be in a room with Chase today, for an extended period of time. I think that went the best way it could have." The brunette responded. Shaking her own paper around an making it snap loudly through the air.
"He could have done something more..., productive than detention." Allison argued. Grabbing
Remy's arm to stop the noise of the paper.
"Yeah, he could have suspended us for fighting. I should be grateful he didn't. Who wouldn't listen to Chase? Especially with how much his dad gives the school."
"True." Allison admitted. "Rem... Thanks." Allison looked around the gym and then back to her girlfriend's eyes.
"For... What?"
"Standing up for me." The blonde replied matter-of-factly. Before wrapping Remy in a quick tight hug.
A/N I'm not sure how much I like this one... I'm said to say, that there will probably only be like, two or three more chapters of this. Although there may just be a sequel. (Well most likely there will.) So yeah, review. Review. Review. Review. You should totally review.