The Night School [GxG] [First Draft Edition]

Chapter Fifty-Six : What Are Those?

"What is that on your neck?!"

"What's that on yours?!" Marley and I greeted each other later that morning at my front door.

Apparently, I wasn't the only one whose girlfriend had left a -probably permanent- hickey -or twelve- on their neck -and shoulders, and jaw-, seeing as Marley was covered in purplish marks too.

"Wait. Grace." Marley smirked, took a step back, put her arms up to point at my neck, and nearly screamed "what are those?!" With a long 'O'. And then burst out laughing.

"You complete morin! What did Micha do to you?! Wait- just tell me if you're still a virgin- if you aren't do not tell me what happened and do not under any circumstances imitate any noises that you made!"

"Still virgin, woman, calm your tities!" Marley put her hands above her head. "So can I imitate those noises?" She grinned. I was about to get my megaphone and no-button her to death, but she cut me off. "Ah-ba-ba-ba! Did Hazel lay you? Pfft, if she did she must've been pretty bad in bed, seeing as you're still a stressed lune- but then again, sex or not, Hazel's Hazel." I lifted an eyebrow.

"You done?"

"Nope!" She popped the 'p'.

"Sucks to suck." Pause for effect, "no, I didn't sleep with her, you psycho!"

"Then give me details!"

"We just kissed!-... A lot... Fully clothed!" I blushed. Pull off the band-aid, Grace... "And I might have also become her girlfriend...?" Marley squealed and hugged me.

"Matza Toes, you idiot! You got a girlfriend outa her!"

"You. Are. Insane!" I was turning redder by the second. "And it's mazal tov, weirdo!"

"Grace has a girlfriend, Grace has a girlfriend!" Marley cheered.

"Okay- yes, but not publicly. Apparently it's against some N.S. Code."

"Bull. Micha is my girlfriend wherever I am!"

"Well, Micha's sister didn't stalk me." I rolled my eyes. I had Hazel explain it more to me on the phone while she went to some mission that had interrupted our- er- heated make out session. "How about you two? How far did you take it?" It was Marley's turn to turn beet red.

"Uh... We had pants on?" She tried to look chill, but her voice had gone up at least an octave.

"Between having pants on and doing the dirty, you get... Oh dear lord, ah! Bad mental images!" I shook my head. I did not need to imagine my best friend moaning as my other friend went down on her bare chest. Maybe it's hot to you, but gah! It burns my brain! Eww! Gross, gross, nasty, gross!

"And from the look on your face, I think you got it! Yay?" She wilted with embarrassment. Ugh, my poor Mar was too innocent for this- wait who am I kidding? As long as both give consent and don't give sperm, I honestly wouldn't be surprised or negative about them having sex. I'd just made fun of them and try to avoid all the nasty imagery. Gross.

"So... How was your time with Satin?" Marley redirected. And the blush was returned to me.

"Um... Good..."

"Oh! Right, speaking of things that will probably kill us- Tatiana is taking us out. We're going to go storm the mall." Marley smirked. "If I didn't get irked by your girlfriend I'd tell you to invite her. There are going to be changing rooms." She winked. I shivered at the mention of my girlfriend. I had a girlfriend now. And she was Hazel. My Hazel. Why did that feel so perfectly, wonderfully, addictively, and oh-so utterly wrong? Oh, it was. But was I going to end it? No. I craved her affections now more than ever.