Free time

You and Claire are both awoken by Robin shaking you. "Oh, hey." you say groggily. "You guys missed lunch," Robin says, "what were you doing, I wonder?" she says, slyly, and you laugh in reply. Claire however, feels the need to set the record straight; "We were just napping, Robin!", her face giving away her embarrasment. "Right." she replies, smirking and walking towards the kitchen.

"Do you feel better?" you whisper to Claire so that Robin can't hear. She nods and thanks you again, so you stand up and ask out loud, "Where's Lydia?". Robin answers, "Detention. I think she's in Mucow's class". You thank her and make your way over, hoping maybe you can keep her company for a while.

You knock on the door to the art classroom and when nobody answers, you decide to peek inside. Slowly opening the door you see Lydia and another black-haired girl sitting at the back of the classroom smoking out the window. Seeing that the coast is clear you enter the room, and Lydia and her friend throw their cigarettes out the window out of shock, but when Lydia sees its you she shouts, "Alex! For fucks sake!". You hold your hands up defensively and apologise. "Jesus, Alex. Come here, this is also Alex," she says, gesturing to her friend, who remains expressionless and nods at you, "Hey." you say.

Alex is dressed in all black, covered in fishnet and wearing knee-high boots. Her face is covered in dark makeup, raccoon eyes, dark lipstick and the centerpiece, a septum piercing, she's like if Lydia listened to Siouxsie and the Banshees. "You owe me a cig." says Alex. You laugh, but her face doesn't budge whatsoever. "Don't mind her, you want one?" Lydia asks. You decline and sit by a desk near the window they're standing by, and they both pull out a cig. "Do you guys just get left in this room for a day?". Lydia nods, and you ask incredulously, "Why don't you just leave and come back later?".

Lydia scoffs, "Well, because-" she thinks, "I... don't actually know". You point to the door, "Well? Let's go". Lydia looks at Alex, and she shrugs and stands up straight, "After my cig" she says.

Alex and Lydia take you to their 'spot', a seemingly abandoned picnic table and campsite just inside the forest that surrounds the school. Alex sits on top of the table, planting her boots on the seat of the bench. You sit behind Alex, using the picnic table is it was meant to be used, and Lydia plants her ass on the table right in front of you, almost squishing your hands. You grab her waist and pull her onto your lap and she squeals, laughing. She wraps her arms around your neck, "when are you guys free?". Alex replies, in typical Alex fashion, "Right before dinner", without even turning around. You lift Lydia's shirt up and slip your hand into her bra, she looks at you in mock disbelief, but she clearly enjoys the attention. "So, Alex, whaaaat do you like to do?" you say awkwardly, still feeling Lydia up. She stifles a laugh, "I like.. music, I guess". You kiss Lydia's neck, "What kind?", she takes a drag from her newly lit cigarette, "You probably haven't heard of any of it".

"Go ahead" you say, almost challenging her. Alex takes you up, "I like goth rock. Bauhaus, Christian ****-", you interrupt her, just to confirm your theory, "Siouxsie?". She finally turns her head, "Yeah, you like goth-rock?" and then sees Lydia curling up in your arms and your hand in her shirt, so she quickly turns around again. "I dabble. More mainstream stuff though, Joy Division, early Cure..."

Alex coughs, caught off guard by your display of perversity. "Yeah... Pornography is one of my favourite albums". Lydia silently clambers off your lap and down under the table and unzips your pants. "Yeah, Pornography is pretty cool." you laugh. Alex smokes some more and then asks, "You play anything?". You reminisce for a moment, "Uh yeah. I was in a band in like middle school; played guitar in a Nirvana cover band. I wanted to be Kurt so bad". Lydia giggles, finally seeming to loosen up, "I was in a Nirvana cover band too, but I played the bass". Lydia manages to fish your cock out of your pants, and begins to kiss it. She's clearly inexperienced and nervous, but certainly enthusiastic, you think as you feel her put the head into her mouth. You manage to stay silent.

"What is it with girls in punk and playing bass?" you laugh, and Alex joins in. "Speaking of, which Kim?". You think about it for a moment. You listened to much more Pixies as a kid, but you listen to much more Sonic Youth now. "I think Gordon. Although if we take vocals and writing into account as well, then Deal."

"100%. You're not so bad, Alex". Lydia has begun to get comfortable and is picking up the pace. You sneak a hand under the table and stroke her hair softly, urging her further.