^^^^For requesting an update for her birthday :) HAPPY 14th BIRTHDAY!!! I had someone else tell me their birthday was today, so @KomalSiddiqui happy birthday to you as well! :D
P.s. Can't do this for everyone's bday or I'd probably have to update every day which I really can't do >.
Christy's POV
I woke up with a start as my alarm clock buzzed annoyingly. Slapping my hand on the snooze button with one hand while rubbing at my gritty eyes with the other, I rolled to a sitting position, but stopped abruptly as my vision blurred and a wave of nausea overwhelmed me.
My crying binge last night had definitely taken its toll on me.
Reaching over I turned off my alarm before it had the chance to go off again, and glanced over at Leslie who was sleeping peacefully in her bed. God I envied how peaceful she was, as I was a huge ball of nerves that were ready to burst at any moment.
Climbing out of bed, I dragged my feet to my closet and pulled on a worn hoodie over my tank top and grabbed a raggedy pair of sweatpants and stepped into them, before cramming my feet in an old pair of running shoes.
Heading to the bathroom I brushed my teeth and pulled my hair into a messy topknot, studiously avoiding my reflection in the mirror.
I knew what it would reveal; a too pale face, red rimmed and puffy eyes all accompanied by a swollen red nose. If I just added red lipstick I could surely pass as a clown which would be impressive given the lack of makeup.
Basically, I knew I looked like hell and didn't care.
Rolling my shoulders to try to relieve some tension I left the bathroom and grabbed my books on my way out of the room.
It was time to face not only Professor Garrett, but Ryan as well.
I couldn't help from cringing at the thought of not only having to face them both, but having to do it at the same time and for over an hour at that.
Before I knew it I was in front of the classroom staring blankly at the door. I could just skip right...? I mean, this was college so it's not like someone was going to rat me out to my mom and dad. Hell, skipping was almost a requirement to be a college student.
Mentally growling at my cowardice I stiffened my spine and raised my head high attempting to make myself appear more confident and carefree than I was, while inside I was trembling like a heroin junkie waiting for their next fix while suffering from Parkinson's disease.
Gripping the handle of the door, I opened it and made my way in looking straight ahead and acknowledging no one.
As I arrived at my desk I felt my heart pang sharply when I realized that Ryan wasn't in his normal seat. Glancing around quickly I spotted him towards the back scowling as his eyes flickered between myself and someone else.
Following his gaze as it shifted away from me I saw that it was directed at Professor Garrett which was no great shock, really.
What was shocking was Professor Garrett's appearance.
The cool, calm and collected professor was replaced by what appeared to be a hung over bum. His usually stylish hair was sticking up in tufts going every which way, his eyes were blood shot making his normally vivid blue eyes appear lackluster and fatigued, his religiously shaved face was scruffy and his clothes were wrinkled and, if I'm not mistaken, were the same as he was wearing yesterday.
But even with all of this he somehow made my heart rate pick up to a gallop, causing it to trip and stumble a few time in the process.
Suddenly I realized his eyes were on me, and that I had been staring for quite some time now. Ripping my gaze away from his, I firmly fixed my eyes on my desk and immediately took interest in my textbook as I fought down a blush that wanted to take up residency upon my face.
Then I heard his normally smooth voice rasp out declaring that class was beginning.
"Today we are going to be watching a video called "Wit" based on a play written by Margaret Edson. I expect you all to pay close attention as there will be a quiz on this next class, so I would strongly advise that you take notes," He instructed before turning his back on us and hitting a switch that lowered a screen from the ceiling then hitting another that began the movie.
Walking over to the windows he lowered the blinds engulfing us in darkness as the movie began.
As I watched the film play on I couldn't help the tears that coursed down my cheeks as I took in the pain and suffering of a once energetic woman who had at one point had a life that she loved, only to be reduced to a frail and tortured woman who was forced to struggle through the tragedy of cancer on her own before eventually succumbing to death.
It ended with one of the most heart wrenching poems I had ever heard, making me clamp my jaw shut to hold back the sob that wanted to escape.
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy picture[s] be,
Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou'rt slave to Fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well,
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And Death shall be no more, Death, thou shalt die.
The sobs I had so desperately been trying to hold in escaped. Grabbing my things I made a beeline for the door.
It was too much. Everything was just too much. I needed to get away, to escape for just a little while. I needed to sort everything out, to find some peace in myself before I was consumed by guilt and hurt, anger and betrayal.
My stomach was churning uncomfortably as I shoved through the door and sprinted down the hall; the urge to escape intensifying with every thud of my feet against the floor.
Stopping suddenly I took in my surroundings searching desperately for a place to go, a safe haven to weather this storm.
My eyes locked on an unmarked door and in a split second decision I made my way to it and ripped it open noting a set of stairs.
Following them up on legs that were now wobbly and weak from the fatigue that was overtaking me, I came to another door and grasped the handle slowly turning it, mildly curious of what was hidden behind it.
Pushing it open, I saw that it was a door leading to the roof and inched my way forward greedily sucking in lungful's of fresh air while closing my eyes and tipping my head up, letting the sun wash over me and burn away some of the chill that was threatening to consume me.
Relaxing my stance as much as I could I replayed all of the events that led me to where I now was. As I thought them over I was shocked to realize how much I couldn't regret most of them as much as I knew I should.
The kisses may have been mistakes but I couldn't wish they had never happened when they made me feel the way they did.
Like I could only breathe right, when I was wrapped in his arms with his lips on mine. Like all that mattered in those moments was his touch, scent and taste.
I knew Ryan was pissed, but as I thought about it in a more rational manner I could see his point. What happened was wrong on too many levels to count, and Ryan was just in full-blown-pissed-off big brother mode which was completely understandable.
All I had to do was give him a little space and then when the time felt right I could talk it over with him and make him understand. Beg him to understand if that's what it took.
I don't know how long I stood there as I worked everything out in my mind and found that little bit of peace I had been seeking when I heard a noise behind me.
Twisting around, I snapped my eyes open and let out a surprised squeak.
Standing in front of me in all of his fallen angel glory was Professor Garrett looking equally surprised to find me there. I watched as his eyes widened slightly and his jaw slackened before he seemed to collect himself and clenched it together again.
I could've sworn I heard it crack from the pressure he was applying to it.
"What are you doing here?" He asked icily enough to cause a chill in my blood.
Tensing up all over again, I narrowed my eyes and hissed, "None of your damn business."
If he was going to act hostile I sure as hell wasn't going to act all meek and scared. I wasn't going to give an inch or let on in any way how much his action's hurt me.
Hurt? When the hell had I allowed him to have that much power over me?
Feeling a bit vulnerable before him now, I shoved it back and faced him head on, sneering as I shoved my way past him.
My hand had just made contact with the door when I felt his hand grip my upper arm before spinning me around to face him.
I didn't have time to think let alone protest before his lips were on mine once again causing an involuntary moan to escape my lips giving him the enough encouragement to nibble my bottom lip, then his tongue was seeking mine.
Explosions were going off within me making me grip his shoulders for support. My fingertips danced along the hairs of his neck as his hands sought my waist and pulled me closer until there was no room between us; until we began and ended together, melded as one.
My back hit a hard surface though I had no recollection of moving. I was too engrossed in him, in this moment that I never wanted to end.
Angling my head in an attempt to somehow claim more of him, I felt a shove against the door causing us both to stumble and pull apart.
Immediately I felt the loss of his lips on mine but tried to ignore it as I finished untangling myself from him.
As I took one hasty step back I looked up and saw the regret in his eyes before it flashed to anger.
Confused by the sudden change and slightly hurt, I forgot about why we had separated until I heard a voice venomously ask, "What, now you've lowered yourself to quickies on the roof?"
Pain flashed through me sharp and deadly, striking my heart and clawing at it until it was almost unbearable.
"W-what are you doing here Ryan?"
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Oh yeah, lol. The poem "Death Be Not Proud" is NOT in any way mine. All credit goes to John Donne. :D