Part 2 of Horizon

This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to anyone's real life is purely coincidental.

Part 2

I can’t believe it. I don’t think I ever will.

After I ask Allison on a date, she ran out of the room, left the dorm, and I haven’t seen her in two days. I’m so worried about her. I pace the common room for hours hoping she will show up. I can’t sleep, because I wish I could just talk to her. She didn’t have to leave. I would have. I’m so sorry. That was the dumbest mistake of my life. 

It’s about 6 at night now, and today after one of my classes, I went to one of Allison’s professor’s classrooms and asked if she had been in attendance lately. He told me she hadn’t missed a class. It made me feel so much better. At least she hadn’t gone and done something stupid.

I ate an early dinner because I wanted to start an essay for my English class early. I was washing the dishes, and about to load the dishwasher when someone knocked on the door. I looked out the window and it was raining. Who would be out in the rain?

When I opened the door, Allison was on the other side, but she wasn’t alone. She had a guy with her that I recognized. His name was Anthony, and he wanted to become some kind of engineer. They were making out. 

“Hm-Hm.” I cleared my throat pretty loudly to see if I could get their attention.

“Oh.” Allison saw me. She turned back to Anthony. “Well, it was nice seeing you again.”

She walked inside, and shut the door.

I couldn’t hold back anymore, and I hugged her. “I’ve been really worried about you. Where were you?”

That’s when I noticed she was soaking wet, and looked really tired. “I was out.”

I grabbed her arm and led her to the bedroom. I started going through her drawers finding some clothes for her to change into. “Out for two days. Must have been having so much fun you forgot to call.” My tone was sarcastic.

“No. I didn’t forget. I just didn’t want to.”

I took off her wet jacket. “Sit on the bed.”

She did, and I began taking off her shoes, and socks. “I was worried. Okay. Worried. W-O-R-R-I-E-D. Where the hell were you?” This time I wasn’t going to let her back out of the question.

She stood up. “Take my shirt off.”

I was still pissed so I didn’t think much of it. I took it off, and then started to put her dry one on her.

“Wait, my bra is wet too. Unsnap it will you?”

Wait. Was she coming on to me? “Look.” I started walking towards the door. “Your clothes are on the bed, and there are towels in the bathroom. Change yourself.”

“Wait.” She said. “Why don’t you change me?” Was she serious?

“Because I know that if I do, we will both end up doing something we will regret. Now change before you get pneumonia.” I closed the door. Why was she doing this? Something must have happened while she was gone. I went into the kitchen and took out some left over rice and chicken I had had for dinner. I heated it up in the microwave, and went back to the bedroom. I knocked on the door.

“Dressed in there?”

“Yeah, come in.” Allison was sitting on the bed, towel drying her sopping wet hair.

“I’m fixing you some dinner so come on out when you’re ready.” I walked back to the kitchen.

I took the food out of the microwave and set it on the table. I got her a glass of milk. By the time I had set the silver ware on the table, she was already sitting in a chair.

“Hungry?” She started going at the food like it was her last meal.

“You know I like your cooking.” She said it almost at a whisper.

I sat down next to her. “What’s been going on? Look I’m sorry about everything okay, but you know I care about you. It was completely inconsiderate of you to not even call once.” I was so angry, but I didn’t yell.

She put her fork down, and turned towards me. “When you did what you did and asked that question, I didn’t know what to do. I was scared, but not of you, of us.” She took a pause to see if I wanted to say anything. I didn’t. So she went on. “I went to Anthony’s house, and I asked if I could stay there for a while. Well, on the first night we…”

“Shut up!” I screamed it. I didn’t want to hear this.

“We started making out…”

“Stop it. Please stop.” I was crying. I didn’t want to her about her sexual escapades.

“But, I didn’t have sex with him. I couldn’t. I kept thinking about why I didn’t pull away from you when you kissed me. I couldn’t find an answer, and I wasn’t in the mood for sex. Well, at least in the mood to have sex with Anthony.” 

I caught what she was trying to say, but I didn’t want to hear it. “So what. Am I going to be your guinea pig to see if you’re gay or not because it doesn’t work like that? Go experiment with someone who just wants to fuck a nice piece of ass.” I stood up and went to the bedroom. It was already 7 and I still hadn’t started on that essay. Shit.

I sat at my desk and started typing on my computer, the keys clicking as I went. 

“The purpose of using imagery in writing is to make it possible to use one’s imagination and to get a wider view of…” I stopped typing. Allison had walked back into the room. “what the author is trying to convey to the reader.” This was shit.

“Alex.” Her voice was very timid almost as if she was afraid to accidentally hit the switch that would make some bomb inside of me go off.

“In Moby Dick, the…”

“Alex.” She was right behind me now, and her hand was on my shoulder.

I swatted away her hand and stopped up from the chair. “What? You want to tell me that you’re straight but just feel sorry for me? Oh no, I got it. You want to tell me how Anthony means nothing to you but that it would be best for both of us if I left?”

She started crying. Shit. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, but the last two days have been hell for me. I didn’t know if you were hungry or scared or angry. I didn’t know if you were warm or cold. I didn’t know if I would see you laugh that giggle that you know I love. I didn’t know if you had hurt yourself. I was so scared. Don’t do it again.” 

She fell into my arms, sobbing her eyes out, and I held her close to me. I smelt her hair, and I felt her body against mine. “I was so scared. Don’t ever do that to me again.”

“Alex. I’m sorry. But, oh fuck, I don’t know what to do anymore.” And that was it. She kissed me, and not just a normal kiss. Her lips were soft and full, her tongue probed for my mouth to open and when it did, she claimed my mouth hers with her tongue. It went in and out of my mouth like it was making love to me. Her tongue explored every inch of my mouth finding secrets in it, and loving it.

I slowly pulled back. “Allison. Wha, um, what, was that?”

“Shut up.” Before I knew it she was kissing me again, and she led me, without ever taking her mouth off of mine, back to the bed where she laid me down. She got on top of me. That was when the shock wore off, and I started kissing her back.
“Mmm.” She moaned.

“Wait. I don’t want it to be like this.” I said in between kisses.

She had a confused look on her face. “What?”

“I don’t want to fuck. I want to make love, and if we do it like this, then I will regret this night for the rest of my days.”

“Okay.” She stood up. “ Make love to me.”

I walked over to her, and then past her to the closet. I took out two jackets. “Well, rule number one. Before I take you in the bedroom, I need to take you on that date I ask for.” I gave her one of the jackets.

“What, I thought we were, you know, going to…” Her voice trailed off when she saw that I wasn’t going to give in. She put on the jacket.

We went to the movie theater, and say one of my favorite movies, Sabrina, starring Audrey Hepburn. We sat next to each other and held hands through the whole movie. At the end when Humphrey Bogart goes after Sabrina, I kissed Allison’s hand. She was so soft and her scent was intoxicating.