Just One Chance
Title: Just One Chance
Summary: He never could stand to hear a girl cry.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, and am not making any profit.
Rating: R, Language and Suggestive.
Pairing: I will leave that for you to guess, I gave hints.
He was walking down the corridor when he heard it. Someone was crying. He couldn’t pinpoint where it was coming from, so he kept walking. The more he walked, the louder the sobbing got. So, he decided to look for whoever it was.
He checked every door he came to until he opened the door to the girls’ lavatory. There she was his worst, female, enemy. He thought about leaving her to her sorrow, goodness knew she deserved it! But, he’d never been the kind of guy to let a girl cry, so, cautiously, he entered the bathroom.
“Hey, you OK?” he asked tenderly.
She gasped in fright as he startled her, “My gosh, you scared me! What are you diong in the girls’ room?”
“I heard you crying and came to investigate. Are you OK?”
“I’m fine…What do you care anyway?” she asked defensively.
“No need to get snappish, I don’t like to hear people cry, is that a crime?”
“In your dictionary, I’m not a person.”
He chose to ignore her barb and asked, “Mind telling me why you were crying?”
“Nothing, stupid, girl stuff,” she told him evasively.
“Oh, really? I thought that maybe you and that buffoon you call a boyfriend got into is again, and he said something stupid that upset you, but if it’s just ‘girl stuff’ then I guess I’ll leave you to it.”
“HE IS NOT MY BOYFRIEND!” she screamed, “I wish people would stop assuming that, and of course we were fighting again, but like I said, it was stupid!”
“You want to tell me about it?”
“Not really, but I guess I probably should. He caught me staring off into space, but it happened to be in the general direction of where a certain person that we hate was sitting and he accused me of being in love with said person. When I tried to defend myself, he wouldn’t let me, so we started going at it, and he called me a snake-loving, double-crossing, back-stabbing bitch. So, now here I am, in the girls’ room, spilling my guts to you, of all people.”
“Who was it?”
“Who was who?”
“The ‘certain person you hate’?”
“Oh, well, you of course,” she said as she started to cry again, “I just can’t stand it when he does this to me! He’s supposed to be my best friend, and he’s treating me like I betrayed him. I guess in his mind I did.”
He patted her awkwardly on the back, for he didn’t know what else to do, and he really didn’t want to be there. While he wasn’t paying attention, she moved into his arms and wrapped hers around him. He didn’t know what to do, but sensed that she just wanted to be held, so he held her while she cried on his shoulder.
After a while, she sniffed and seemed to calm down, so he asked her if she was all right, to which her response was another sniff and a nod. She started to pull away, but he put his hand behind her head and pushed it back down on his shoulder. To his surprise she complied willingly.
They just stood there, holding on for dear life, until he came to a startling realization. He liked how she felt in his arms, and he wanted to keep holding her. But, alas, they were in a girls’ restroom, and someone could walk in at any time, he was surprised that no one had done so already.
At that moment, he had an idea, he backed off and took her hand, leading her to an empty classroom, where he locked that door and pulled her back into his arms.
“What are we doing in here?” she asked, looking up at him, bewildered.
“I just thought we should go somewhere more private, I had no intention of getting caught in there.”
“Why do we need private?”
“Do you really want that moron to find out that I was comforting you right after that accusation he threw at you earlier?” he asked simply.
She blushed and said, “No.”
Then something happened, they were looking into each other’s eyes, and he felt something, deep inside, and has this urge to kiss her. So he did. Slowly at first, so as not to scare her, then, when she responded in kind, much deeper. It was amazing, he felt like this was where he belonged, like he was meant to be here, in this moment, kissing this girl. All the time they spent fighting, hating each other, seemed to melt away. It didn’t matter anymore, he wanted to be with her, he didn’t care who knew it.
The kiss went on for a while, when she pulled away and said, “Thank you for coming to my rescue, I really needed someone to talk to. Can I ask you something?” he nodded, “Why do we fight? I just don’t understand it, I know we have different family backgrounds, and that your parents are prejudiced, but why do WE fight?”
“Something to do I guess, I’ve never really thought about it.”
She just stood there for a minute, “Do you think that ‘the moron,’ as you so lovingly dubbed him, would take kindly to finding out about what just happened?”
He shook his head, and leaned down to kiss her again. “I don‘t think that it would be a good idea for him to find out, ever.”
She looked away from him and shook her head, then, when she looked at him again, she asked softly, “Make love to me?”
The last thought that went through his head as he began to do so was, ‘I won’t even try to understand how life works out, the one girl I want to be with, is the one girl who I can never have again, I have just one chance to be with her, I guess I will have to make the most of it.’
Summary: He never could stand to hear a girl cry.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, and am not making any profit.
Rating: R, Language and Suggestive.
Pairing: I will leave that for you to guess, I gave hints.
He was walking down the corridor when he heard it. Someone was crying. He couldn’t pinpoint where it was coming from, so he kept walking. The more he walked, the louder the sobbing got. So, he decided to look for whoever it was.
He checked every door he came to until he opened the door to the girls’ lavatory. There she was his worst, female, enemy. He thought about leaving her to her sorrow, goodness knew she deserved it! But, he’d never been the kind of guy to let a girl cry, so, cautiously, he entered the bathroom.
“Hey, you OK?” he asked tenderly.
She gasped in fright as he startled her, “My gosh, you scared me! What are you diong in the girls’ room?”
“I heard you crying and came to investigate. Are you OK?”
“I’m fine…What do you care anyway?” she asked defensively.
“No need to get snappish, I don’t like to hear people cry, is that a crime?”
“In your dictionary, I’m not a person.”
He chose to ignore her barb and asked, “Mind telling me why you were crying?”
“Nothing, stupid, girl stuff,” she told him evasively.
“Oh, really? I thought that maybe you and that buffoon you call a boyfriend got into is again, and he said something stupid that upset you, but if it’s just ‘girl stuff’ then I guess I’ll leave you to it.”
“HE IS NOT MY BOYFRIEND!” she screamed, “I wish people would stop assuming that, and of course we were fighting again, but like I said, it was stupid!”
“You want to tell me about it?”
“Not really, but I guess I probably should. He caught me staring off into space, but it happened to be in the general direction of where a certain person that we hate was sitting and he accused me of being in love with said person. When I tried to defend myself, he wouldn’t let me, so we started going at it, and he called me a snake-loving, double-crossing, back-stabbing bitch. So, now here I am, in the girls’ room, spilling my guts to you, of all people.”
“Who was it?”
“Who was who?”
“The ‘certain person you hate’?”
“Oh, well, you of course,” she said as she started to cry again, “I just can’t stand it when he does this to me! He’s supposed to be my best friend, and he’s treating me like I betrayed him. I guess in his mind I did.”
He patted her awkwardly on the back, for he didn’t know what else to do, and he really didn’t want to be there. While he wasn’t paying attention, she moved into his arms and wrapped hers around him. He didn’t know what to do, but sensed that she just wanted to be held, so he held her while she cried on his shoulder.
After a while, she sniffed and seemed to calm down, so he asked her if she was all right, to which her response was another sniff and a nod. She started to pull away, but he put his hand behind her head and pushed it back down on his shoulder. To his surprise she complied willingly.
They just stood there, holding on for dear life, until he came to a startling realization. He liked how she felt in his arms, and he wanted to keep holding her. But, alas, they were in a girls’ restroom, and someone could walk in at any time, he was surprised that no one had done so already.
At that moment, he had an idea, he backed off and took her hand, leading her to an empty classroom, where he locked that door and pulled her back into his arms.
“What are we doing in here?” she asked, looking up at him, bewildered.
“I just thought we should go somewhere more private, I had no intention of getting caught in there.”
“Why do we need private?”
“Do you really want that moron to find out that I was comforting you right after that accusation he threw at you earlier?” he asked simply.
She blushed and said, “No.”
Then something happened, they were looking into each other’s eyes, and he felt something, deep inside, and has this urge to kiss her. So he did. Slowly at first, so as not to scare her, then, when she responded in kind, much deeper. It was amazing, he felt like this was where he belonged, like he was meant to be here, in this moment, kissing this girl. All the time they spent fighting, hating each other, seemed to melt away. It didn’t matter anymore, he wanted to be with her, he didn’t care who knew it.
The kiss went on for a while, when she pulled away and said, “Thank you for coming to my rescue, I really needed someone to talk to. Can I ask you something?” he nodded, “Why do we fight? I just don’t understand it, I know we have different family backgrounds, and that your parents are prejudiced, but why do WE fight?”
“Something to do I guess, I’ve never really thought about it.”
She just stood there for a minute, “Do you think that ‘the moron,’ as you so lovingly dubbed him, would take kindly to finding out about what just happened?”
He shook his head, and leaned down to kiss her again. “I don‘t think that it would be a good idea for him to find out, ever.”
She looked away from him and shook her head, then, when she looked at him again, she asked softly, “Make love to me?”
The last thought that went through his head as he began to do so was, ‘I won’t even try to understand how life works out, the one girl I want to be with, is the one girl who I can never have again, I have just one chance to be with her, I guess I will have to make the most of it.’