10
During his newfound free period, what was once French AP, Matthew inclined his head over his homework. After two weeks of it, his grades had picked up. A beautiful friendship, quiet, but persistent, had formed between him and his orchestra teacher.
During their lunch hour, sitting inside due to the heavy rain, Kat was positively elated. She rubbed his shoulder. "Oh, Mat, I'm so happy you've finally decided to do something good for yourself!"
Matthew smiled, "Thanks, I guess, and it's paying off. I finally have more time. I think I may take another day off. I have enough savings now to afford it. Maybe next Tuesday we could go on a date?"
"I'd love that." She giggled, holding his hand beneath the table.
That Sunday, on their habitual date, Matthew took her to a café. They sat across from each other, drinking warm hot chocolate to ward off the cold from outside.
"Kat, I've been thinking…" He said, leaning across the table. Her eyes widened suspiciously.
"Do you ever… Want to… Do it?"
"Do what?" She asked, though she could quite well guess what he was insinuating.
"It, you know…"
"N-no, I don't think it would be a good idea. Let's wait until we're married."
"Oh, yes, I understand, of course." He nodded, trying to convince himself more so than Kat.
"I know you would, you're a good guy." Her features had become more refined, her angles softer, her eyes more mature. She had gotten her braces off over that summer. And though she wore only the faintest traces of make-up, her face glowed with beauty. His own jaw had grown stronger, his shoulders wider, and his hands bigger. He was looking astonishingly like his brother. Alfred had huge muscles, though, from his job and his routine gym visits. Alfred liked his strength and brawn, almost more than he respected a good education.
After orchestra class on Tuesday, when the class had left, Matthew waited for Kat to finish packing away her violin. He slowly pinned her to the wall, placing firm kisses to her lips. She blushed and embraced him, feeling something burning within her.
He traced his hands down her hips, playing with the zipper of her jeans.
"M-Matt…"
"Hm…?" He said, not opening his eyes as he pushed his fingers into her pants. She didn't jerk away.
"In the middle of a classroom?"
"No one will see us…" He muttered, feeling the soft fabric of her slip.
"What about Mr. Edelstein?"
"He's out there… We'll make it quick."
Despite her inner arguments, Kat submitted to her animal desires.
Neither noticed when the door was pushed open. Matthew still had Kat up against the wall, his pants at his ankles; and Kat's bare legs around his waist.
"Williams? Katrina?"
Matthew and Kat broke away, looking over at Mr. Edelstein. He wasn't blushing but nor was he smiling. He was fuming. He rushed over, pulling them apart. Kat dropped to the floor, starting to blubber and beg for forgiveness.
"What is the meaning of this? You are sophomores, at the end of that year, yes, but-"
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Kat covered her face, wiping away the trails of snot and tears. Matthew pulled his pants up, his head bowed from shame. What was he thinking? He should have kept his damn hands to himself. But the power of raging teenage hormones and the love that tied him to Kat was too strong and too enticing to forget.
"Out of this classroom!" Mr. Edelstein jutted a finger towards the door.
"Won't you give us detention?" Matthew muttered.
"Why?" Mr. Edelstein put on a crooked smile, "The consequences of nature will be more than enough to teach you a lesson."