Kim prepares for war, Tina prepares for love

Soppy sounds reverberate in your ears as you and Heather exchange oral fluids. Today you're wearing a pink top and blue jeans, while she flaunts you with a teal t-shirt and a short, denim skirt. The resonance of your goos vibes like a diapason, a sweet melody of souls. You feel the eyes of other bargoers on you, horny retrograde old men, but you don't care at all.

-I love you.- She mutters when you take a breath. You blush at her cuteness. Unfortunately, a hint of discomfort escapes from your eyes.

-I'm sorry.- She says regretful: -I know it's not the same for you.-.

-It's just... I'm sorry too.- You sadden: -I like this and you're more than a friend to me, but...-.

-Hey.- She gently places her hand on your chin: -It's more than I've ever had. Maybe someday you'll feel what I feel.-.

She hugs you, and you know it's also her excuse to grimace without being seen by you. It's almost unbelievable: you had sex with her and will again, but when it comes to love, like true love, marriage and stuff... nothing. Maybe your sister isn't asexual, maybe she's aromantic.

However, something else is bothering her, her expression hides no secrets from you, so you ask.

-Nothing, I... I had a talk with my parents at dinner.-.

Her parents... right, Tina always thought they were bigots; luckily, Heather has somehow managed to develop a religious side, yes, but without being overly plagued by them, or maybe it would just be a matter of time?

-You know, we can change their minds if you wish...- You leave the obvious intended.

She shakes her head: -No, it's not that. They've fired a girl for reporting what we did yesterday, and I'm feeling guilty.-.

You reason to yourself that she shouldn't, since that maid basically tried to sell both of you to their scorn. But you know Heather too, and it would be useless to argue.

-They'll also make her life really difficult. It's my fault. I want to help her.-.

-Ok. How?-.

-I don't know. I don't know where she lives neither her surname, and other servants won't tell me.-.

"And I guess you don't want to incorporate them either.".

-That's settled then, I'll help you find her!- You beat your palms on the table to give emphasis. She looks at you surprised, but secretly hopeful.

-Tina, I don't want to get you involved in this story. You don't have to do it for me.-.

You "hm" in defy.

-Firstly, I'm part of it as much as you. Secondly, we are family, we help each other. Finally...-.

-What?-.

You smug: -It sounds funny!-.

-You!- She giggles, then crosses her fingers under her chin.

-And what about that cute guy at the park?- She asks casually: -Did you see him this morning?-.

-How do you know... oh, right. I didn't, and it's not like I'm planning it or anything.-.

-Hm.- She smirks with a corner of her lips while you keep playing dumb: -But I remember you had a different... sensation yesterday.-.

-...- You slowly close your legs in the vain attempt to stop your pussy twitching.

She reclines her back on the seat: -Well, maybe I know who he is.-.

-Do you?- You light up.

-I mean, good for you. Do you?-.

-Oh, look at the time!- She pretends to check the hour and place her money next to the cup: -School is about to start!- she then gets up and walks out.

-Hey! Hey!- You protest, quickly following her. But, inside, you're smiling.

"Yep, this is gonna be fun!".

PLINK PLINK

-Uhh...-

You clean your twat with the toilet paper and rearrange your pants. You try not to think about the germs you must have come in contact with, sitting there. You should have done it at home but you forgot, and so here you are, in the Uni stall. Urgh! If you were still a boy, ehm, it would have helped.

"Well, let's not waste any more time, Cindy." You conclude, grabbing the handle; but you hear someone entering and chatting, and you recognize one voice.

-So what about this afternoon? At my place, study session for the three of us.-.

-Really Maria? You're a savior!-.

-Come on, we're friends!-.

-Wait, can you tell me again your new address? I can't remember the exact location yet.-.

You listen carefully as Maria answers. You wait for them to go away, but then you reflect that they came here for a reason and, since you don't hear a stall opening, it must be their makeup. Since they have no reason to suspect you, the smartest move is to act normally and just exit. So you do, confirming that a) you were right about makeup, and b) you were right about her: it's Maria.

You eye them closely as you wash your hands, the other two being a blonde and a sino-caucasian you don't know. The latter, however, notices your staring and you hurry to turn off the tap and walk out.

"Perhaps it's better to avoid the last part with Kim.".

You aim for your classroom where you know you'll find her, waiting for Maria herself to show. Indeed, here she is, at the usual sit. Shame that she didn't wait for you... but it turned out to be good.

-Hi!- You say.

Uh-uh, she's in a bad mood again. Weird that since you moved into Cindy all her frustration has gone (yet replaced by a sense of impotence), and even the desire to cheat is not that strong anymore. Of course, you won't spit on the plate served, but it's ok to take it easy.

-Here she is!- Kim ignores you, pointing with her look at the door opening. Maria and the two girls place on their spots, in the first line. Kim is really assorted into thinking a way to acquire her; well, you're about to turn her day around!

-Listen here, I...-.

-Not now Cindy.- She scolds you: -She's making it hard. I'll try to get her attention by asking smart questions during the lesson, and I need you to take the first step.-.

-Me? Why?- You ask. She looks at you dryly: -Because I don't want to make myself ridiculous with a silly statement. Got it?-.

-Sure...- You murmur: -By the way, I...-.

-Shh! He's starting!-.

You quiet yourself and furiously turn on your laptop. You lose two minutes in the process, and you are too worried about typing to really listen.

"Protein and cel... cel... what did he say?".

-Sir!- You raise your hand impetuously. He pauses and frowns at you, while the entire class turns to look. It's a normal reaction of course, but now you're sweating like a camel.

-Ah, uh, excuse me, could you repeat the last one?-.

-Of course.- He actually does a recap of all the fibers types, which is even better. Phew, it hasn't been so bad.

-Nice job.- Kim offers: -Leave the next one to me.-.

You nod, not that you have time to speak while you're writing. At a certain point, you confuse fibers' properties again.

-Is he talking about cotton or wool?- You whisper. Kim, however, takes it wrong and lift her hand: -'xcuse me, are you talking about cotton or wool now?-.

Then she notices the projected slide, all about nylon.

-What the fuck?! Have you done it on purpose??- She lectures you when the lesson is over, after deadly staring at you for the entire hour. You gasp embarrassed: -No, no, I swear, I wasn't looking and, but you could have just said that...-.

-Oh, now it's my fault.-.

-O-Of course not. Sorry. Sorry.-.

Right at this moment, with you lowering your head and Kim fuming, Maria passes next to you. You don't notice this, however, since you're just lowering your head.

-But before I've heard-

-Don't! Talk! To! Me!- She walks away and you gulp daunted. It's a stroke of luck you have separate classes now, so you ruefully head to yours. You sit down at a random spot and sigh.

"I miss being her. Or Tom. Or whoever else." You shift your mournful look around the room and you casually see, you rub your eyes to be sure, Maria herself! She's on your same row and she's even... smiling at you? Like, a friendly smile, sincere, not the devious kind you're getting used to. You nervously return.

Three hours consecutive. They hit you hard. You have totally forgotten about Kim and Maria until the last one reaches you while you're tiresomely exiting.

-Hi, sorry to bother you.- She greets you with her nasal voice. You now notice she's dressed almost like yesterday. Not a stylish girl, uh?

She stretches her hand: -I'm Maria, we have seen each other in the restroom.-.

-Yes, I remember. Cindy.- You shake, still surprised by her approach. You check if she's possessed and playing some prank to you, but the coast is clear. So... if Mohammed will not go to the mountain, the mountain must come to Mohammed?

-I don't want to sound intrusive, but I've seen you're having some difficulties with...- She mimics pressing a keyboard with her fingers.

-Oh! Yeah, you can say it loudly!-.

-Well, this afternoon I'm bringing my friends home to study together, if you need some tips you could, you know, join in.-.

You're startled, so startled that you don't answer. She takes it for a no: -Sorry, inopportune.-.

-No, no, no problem at all. On the contrary, I, uh, I'll be happy to come.-.

-Great!- She smiles: another normal smile. Damn, after all that plotting you're starting to appreciate them; plus, she has nice, white teeth to show.

-Here is my address, come by three, three-thirty.- You take her note and you must are doing a really dull expression. Is this really happening? Maria gets off to her last hour, and indeed you should do the same. Nevertheless, you struggle to keep your attention and suddenly time is up. You pack your things and go out, searching for Kim since you usually meet here. The information you're bringing will make her forget all the anger, you are sure, you'll make up for your this morning's messes! All thanks to Maria's good... heart, uh. Whatever.

Where is she, where is she... oh, there she is! You make your way between the crowd, she's speeding like a train, but you finally grab her shoulder and make yourself known. She turns around jolting, recognizes you, then turns again, then swears.

-Shit I've lost him!- She curses.

-Him?-.

-Jeremy! The vandal of my car! I was following him and you... what the hell Cindy, of all moments! Are you trying to sabotage me? What have I done to you???-.

You halt. People are circling around while she's looking at you with annoyance and actual confusion. Betrayal, even. She really hasn't a clue. Not a clue. Not a clue. Not a clue.

-Cinds?-.

You shake off.

-What's that?- She points at your hand. You're still holding the paper with the address. You blink a pair of times and play dumb. After all, you're good at it.

-Nothing. Just a note.-.

And you put it away in your pocket.

-Ahh. Listen, I'll see you tomorrow.- She states, hurrying to get out, insulting people who are looking at you. You feel some uncertain eyes upon your frame, but you play it cool and go away too.

It's strange: while you're driving back home, wondering what have you done, why did you acted like that, how can ypu remedy, your sadness is still here but... how can you say it? It's a bit... more...

"Lightweight.".