The Night School [GxG] [First Draft Edition]

Chapter Sixty-Six: Prelude

Hazel: Thanks. Megan and I are going out this morning, but I trust I'll be seeing you later?

I swallowed the lump in my throat.

Me: Definitely.

Today's the day. Oh god... Am I really ready for this? For Hazel? Ready to give her all of me? Ready to accept that maybe nothing will happen- or maybe, ready to accept that I'm going to go all the way with her... What would it be like? When she woke up to those feelings? What would it be like when it was over? Would it hurt?

"Grace! Wha'ch'a doing in there?" Marley waltzed back in, finding me sitting on my bed. "Don't you dare go back to sleep!"

"Mar, what was it like?" My curiosity got the best of me.

"Huh?"

"What was it like?" I repeated. She blushed deeply.

"Um... It kinda hurt a bit at first but then..." She paused, biting her lip, a dreamy haze clouding her eyes. "God, it felt so good... Like you're tightening up and then it just explodes..." She shivered. "Wait, why?" She scowled at me, "you're not-oh my god!" Her jaw dropped before she let out an excited squeal. "I was kidding earlier, I didn't think you were actually going to- ah!" She hugged me, "I'm so proud of you! Are you going to tell her?"

"Y-yeah... I think so..." Now it was my turn to turn the color of a ripe tomato.

"Ah!" She exclaimed again, hugging me. "I'm so happy for you! Now go get dressed so I can leave you alone with her! Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!" She started bouncing again. God, how the hell did she have so much energy?!

"Marley, calm down!" I groaned, my face still burning and probably beet red, but Marley's was too, and so I ignored the existence of both. "Why is it that you're so invested in this? I mean, I know you love being involved in my personal affairs, but really, there has to be a limit to how excited you can get over someone else's relationship. And last time I checked, you were still iffy on the idea that I was getting involved with Hazel."

"Well, yeah, but I'm in a good mood today-" I scrunched up my nose, desperately pulling my whole arsenal of mental evasive maneuvers to avoid any more images of my best friend and her girlfriend (also my close friend) in bed together, "-and you two seem to be getting on well with each other. I've started to see that, despite her denial of it, Hazel does have real feelings for you. And you... Well." She shrugged, "I've got good hopes for you two being able to make it work."

"That still doesn't explain why you're so hyperactive this early in the morning."

"I'm excited. I'm happy. I've got a good eye out on the world." She smiled cheerily. I snorted, giving her a pointed look. "Okay, fine. I'm also still a little giddy from the sex hormones."

"I'm going to duct tape your mouth shut if you remind me one more time." I made a face like I was going to gag. Marley stuck her tongue out at me childishly.

"You're ruining my perfect morning, Gracie!" She whined.

"Whatever. Go wait outside while I put real person clothes on." I ushered her out of my room.

"Oh! Don't forget your nice underwear!" She cackled before I shut the door almost on her face.

"Fuck you!" I grumbled as I grudgingly got out of my pajamas and took my hair out of the braid I'd put it in last night, after my shower.

"Your girlfriend wouldn't like that!" She snickered back from the other side of the door. I rolled my eyes, laying the Underground stuff on my bed. Dear God... If about three months ago, someone had shown me this and told me it belonged to me I'd've actually thrown up and run away after spraying the messenger with pepper spray. Now... I don't know... I mean, putting them on would basically be a huge reality check on my part. I'd be preparing for an event which I may instigate, and is the farthest out of my comfort zone that I've ever been. And that terrifies me and kinda entices me too.