Escaping Reality...With My Enemy

Part VI ~ Second Session

text me when u get here. if u ring the doorbell I stg I'll actually kill u ----- both sent 3:19pm

I stared at his message. I could feel the blood leaving my already pale face. His threat was real. I knew it was real. If anyone else had said that I'd brush it off and laugh. What a generic insult. Not scary.

Me: Okay. I'll be there soon. ----- sent 3:20

I typed slowly with my shaky hands.

Dream: k. also stop typing like that. it's pissing me off. fucking annoying. no one uses correct grammar n spells out shit. stop. ----- sent 3:20pm

Me: Okay. ----- sent 3:20pm

I took a shaky breath then walked to my destination.

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I arrived at Dream's huge house and just marveled at it for a minute. Imagine living in practically a mansion...

Me: I'm here. ----- sent 3:40pm

Dream opened the door pretty fast and pulled me inside. 

"You're house is so-" I started.

Dream cut me off, "Shut up." 

Taken aback, I was at a loss for words. I did as I was told and followed him upstairs. 

"Clay, who was at the door?" I heard a women who I imagined was his mother say.

"No one," he yelled back.

Before his mother could respond, he pulled us in his room and shut the door. 

We got right into the session and started with a little bit of science. I decided to start him on the basics since he seemed to have trouble from the roots. It seemed he needed a little bit of help from biology first. We began with punnet squares - one of my favorites. A few minutes in I thought I'd give Dream a go at identifying some of his hereditary traits.

"Okay, so I have freckles, which is hereditary, so that means that my mom and/or dad does, too, right?"

I stifled a chuckle.

"What? The book literally says freckles are hereditary!"

Though he raised his voice a little I still couldn't help but laugh a little. I heard the lighthearted tone in his voice, too. "You don't have freckles," I replied smiling.

It was quiet for a second before Dream said, "Well you have to look closely."

"I do?" I chuckled.

"Yeah, look." Dream gestured for me to join him on the couch. He had a big bedroom. Had to be at least three times the size of mine. He even had a little corner with a couch, chair, and table that he said we'd be using for tutoring. He opted for the couch and I meekly sat down in the chair across from him. I felt a little uncomfortable sitting next to him on the couch, but decided to do so.

I leaned in close to his face. It was enough to smell his intriguing scent on his body. Well, what do you know, he does have freckles. A burst of a memory hit me and I was taken back to the bedroom during that house party. He held my face in his hands and kissed me like he had been lusting for me every day of his life. It was passionate, aggressive, but somehow gentle... how did he do it? I had ran my hands up and down his abs and chest, feeling the definition. I wanted that, too. I was the one who practically ripped off his clothes in that bed. I was the one who kissed him harder than he kissed me... but now I was so afraid.