Christmas Day

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After the events in the confessional Gerard and I took every possible moment to be together.

Whether it was me remaining at the church after mass or sneaking out of the dorm and meeting him in the gazebo. We both knew what we were doing was completely wrong but we chose to ignore it anyway.

It didn't seem like it could be real and when I really thought about it, it was almost funny.

A priest who hooks up with a school girl in secret.
It's like the bad premise for a porn movie for heavens sake.
Who's gonna show up next?
The pizza guy?

Sometimes I wonder where my life would be if I didn't go to that concert and my parents didn't send me to this school.

I'd probably be a lot more normal and well balanced and I probably wouldn't be waiting for the end of my life with a one way ticket to hell.

Another thing that was funny about my life was that I was completely right when I said that Father Way would be going to hell with me.
Heck, he's gonna be leading.

What I'd done, I could kinda be forgiven for that but he's a priest and he took a vow to God to remain chaste.
I didn't take any vows and I wasn't a virgin when we did it anyway so he's more to blame.

Some part of me feels guilty for sleeping with him, like I've disappointed my parents but the second I feel his mouth against mine all the feelings to away.

We didn't care at all and I knew what we were doing would continue until I left the school or we got caught.
I liked to believe we wouldn't get caught.

I could only imagine what my parents reaction would be if the headmistress were to call them up and say I'd been sleeping with the twenty four year old school priest.

Well I guess if you wanted to be technical about it we didn't really sleep together.

The second we'd finished I'd leave, maybe have a shower then if it was nighttime I'd go to bed.

The interesting part was that I thought he'd have the same attitude towards it as me. That we were fooling around and nothing more, no emotional attachment, just sex.
But no, every time we finish he'd ask me to stay and like always I'd tell him no and leave.

The original impression I'd gotten was that he didn't want to be involved any further than sex.

A relationship is not what I'm planning to get myself into, not under any circumstances.
Maybe if he wasn't a priest and he was a normal guy instead but he's not so it's quite obvious we won't be going on a date anytime soon.

What would he do if we were to go on a date?

I can't imagine going out to dinner or watching a movie, when I think about it I don't even know what he's like as a person.

He's never told me about his life before he moved to England and it's obvious by his accent that he grew up in America.

I know he likes David Bowie, smoking and rock music but that's about it.
Then again he doesn't know everything about me either other than what he can find in my school file.

So it's basically a draw when it comes to who knows more about the other person.

I'd still like to hear about his life, maybe have a conversation instead of just taking our clothes off within three seconds of being alone together.

Maybe I could use today as an excuse.

It was Christmas morning and the school was holding mass to praise The Lord or whatever and I had to drag myself out of bed for it.

Thankfully it wouldn't last for long before we got to go into the dining hall for breakfast and chow down on a feast.

Afterwards it was present time and we'd be able to unwrapped gifts that we'd received from friends and parcels our parents had sent.

I didn't expect much from whatever Mum and Dad had sent me.
There was a chance it'd be some pink article of clothing they'd expect me to wear it or a cd of christian music that I'd never listen to.

Since Luka had been hanging out with Iris and I a lot we'd made sure to get some presents for him even though he didn't attend the school.

It'd been fun Christmas shopping with friends, goofing of and hanging around town until we had to leave.

The whole affair had managed to make me feel at home even when I was homesick and I was grateful for the people I'd bonded with while being here.

I think if I didn't have Iris and Luka then I'd be feeling very alone and not in the way I usually liked.

I was pulling my black jumper down as Iris and I left the dorm, walking across the grounds towards the church with the other students.

I'd been looking forward to seeing Father Way this morning since I'd had some rather lewd dreams last night that were still playing over and over in my head.

"Good morning girls!" Miss Coping beamed, smiling at Iris and I as we walked into the church.

We mumbled a response and sat at the pew furthest to the back which was the area you could most easily get away with slacking.

It wasn't long before Father Way came out, the Christmas sermon beginning and my boredom jumping up a notch.

~~~

I'd almost been asleep by the time everyone stood up and began to clear out the church.

Since I was planning to stay behind I told Iris to go to the dining hall without me.

The last person had barely left before I was standing by the podium, waiting to talk to Gerard who was closing the huge bible in front of him and putting it away.

"Hi." I smiled at him, leaning against the podium as he looked up, a smirk forming on his lips.

"Hello." He replied, taking a step towards me and putting his hands on his hips.

"I had a dream about you last night," I started as went further into the church so no one would be able to see us, "it was very, very nice."

"Yeah? Would you like to tell me about it?" He linked his hands around my waist, obviously not intending to let me go anytime soon.

"No, but I think I could show you." I stood up on my toes and pressed my lips against his, my heartbeat automatically speeding up.

It took him a moment to response but once he did we were pulling in shallow breaths with our hands all over each other.

I had my fingers in his hair, forcing him to lean down to kiss me as his hands ran up my back.

We were stumbling towards his office, neither of us willing to break the kiss so we could walk like normal people.

He pushed the door open then closed it shut behind us with his foot, a quiet click signalling it was closed.

I brought my hands down, attempting to unbutton his shirt but failing miserably thanks to the amount of lust running through my body.

"Wait a second." His pale fingers wrapped around my wrist, pulling my hands away from his shirt.

I groaned loudly, I hadn't wanted to have a conversation, I'd just wanted sex and that was it.

"Lainey, calm down. The world isn't going to end." Of course it was no big deal for him, he hadn't been expecting sex, I on the other hand had.

He pulled away from me and walked over to his desk a small smile playing on his lips.

Since he obviously wasn't planning to do anything I made myself comfortable and pulled my jumper off, throwing it onto the sofa.

Gerard reached into his desk and pulled a thin envelope from it before walking over to me and sitting on the back of the couch.

He held it out to me and I frowned, feeling confused and wondering why we weren't just getting to the point of ripping each other's clothes off.

"What's this?" I asked taking the envelope and turning it over in my hands.

"Look inside it." He said, I sighed and ripped it open, shaking the contents out.

"It's um, wow." I looked at the concert tickets sitting in my palm and grinned, feeling shocked that I'd get something like that from him.

"Merry Christmas." He told me as I read the writing on the front, it was tickets to Pierce The Veil.

"But I didn't get you anything." I murmured, feeling in shock but incredibly happy at the same time.

"I know. You should take Iris with you by the way." I nodded, I knew it'd be too much to expect for Father Way to wanna go with me.

"Thank you so much." I wrapped my arms around his neck, giving him a hug that he returned.

I loved Pierce The Veil, they would have to be in my top five favourite bands but I hadn't had much access to the internet so I didn't even know they were doing a concert near Brighthollow.

I could already hear Disasterology playing in my ears and Iris liked them too so she was going to completely flip which would be nice to see.

"It's no problem." I could feel him shrug before drawing back slightly, enough that I was looking at him.

"You're a real charmer, you realise that, right?" He laughed, his nose crinkling up slightly which turned him from flat out hot to cute.

"That's what all the girls have said." I know I should have either slapped him or walked away after that sentence but I honestly didn't want to.

"Ssh, stop talking. You're mouth's getting in the way of you getting laid." Gerard laughed again, managing to restrain it a little this time before lifting me up and dropping me onto the couch.

"Would you really care if I kept talking?" I shook my head, the answer being no, with his handsome features, eyes and sex skills, he could get away with murder.

He sat on the couch next to me, leaning in.

"You should shut up just to be safe though." I said, putting an arm around his neck and pulling him to me, kissing him to stop him from making any other comments that'd make me change my mind.

His hands went to the hem of my top, pulling it off.

"Just consider this a Christmas present." I giggled, undoing the buttons on his shirt and feeling the pale, smooth skin underneath.

"I already was," he murmured, beginning to tug my jeans down, "and I can't wait to unwrap my gift."

~~~

"Oh my, you got tickets to Pierce The Veil," Iris squealed when I showed her the present Gerard gave me, "how did you get them?"

I crossed my legs on my bed, taking a bite out of the toast Iris had saved since I'd missed breakfast.

"Father Way got them for me." I told her as she put the tickets on my nightstand.

"A priest bought you tickets to a Pierce The Veil concert?" I nodded, Iris looking at me as if I might be lying which was no surprise.
It wasn't exactly predictable.

"Yep, they were a Christmas present." I smiled, still feeling giddy even though it'd been a good half an hour since Gerard and I were together.

I'd made sure to have a shower so Iris wouldn't suspect anything, then again she was quite innocent so I don't think she would.

"Wow, that's so nice of him." She gushed, putting her hands over her mouth.

"Do you know who you're going to take?" She asked and I laughed just a little, it should be pretty damn obvious, even to her.

"I'm thinking Tiffany might like them." Iris went into a state of shock, not expecting my response and I laughed even harder.

"You of course." I said, calming and reassuring her, I wouldn't want to go with anyone else, she's my best friend.

There was Luka of course but he loved them so I knew he'd already have a ticket.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Iris jumped on my bed, almost squashing me to death via hug.

"It's alright, I really wanted to take you with me anyway." I hugged her back before she let go and started singing the chorus of Props and Mayhem.

It made me happy to know my friend was happy because I'm a sappy bastard like that.

She stood up and pulled her jacket on, bouncing up and down excitedly like a hamster on speed.

"What are you doing?" I wondered as she pocketed her room keys, taking a glance at me and opening the door.

"I'm gonna tell Luka, he's supposed to be at Miss Copings flat. Do you want to come with me?" I thought for a moment, having a tiny internal dilemma.

"Na, I'll stay here. I'm feeling a bit tired but you go ahead." She said see ya before leaving the room with me lying down on my bed.

I was now finally alone after coming back from my little fling in the church with Father Way and I sighed, still feeling the buzz

No matter how many times we've done it or will do it I still feel all fuzzy inside.
Not the in love kind, actually I don't know what it is that I'm feeling.

The fuzziness seemed to go to my throat and I sat up, my mouth suddenly going as dry as a desert.

Wait a second, I know this.

Shit.

I stood up and bolted out of the room, running as fast as I could down the hallway and towards the bathrooms.

I'd barely made it to a cubical before I was on my knees and vomiting into the toilet, the moment seeming as a repeat of a hungover I once had.

I pushed my hair out of my face, a horrible bitter taste filling my mouth, stomach acid. I should have gone to breakfast, then I might have a little more than an single piece of toast to throw up.

This is horrible.

After what felt like hours of emptying my stomach I stood up and shakily walked to the sink.

Leaning against the porcelain I turned on the faucet and splashed the cool water onto my face.

What the hell was with that just then?
I know I don't always like Christmas but not enough to want to throw up because of it.

Maybe it's the food I ate.

Oh I don't know.
I'm just feeling tired.

Screw this, I'm gonna chill in my room and read a book or something until Iris comes back.

And stomach...
You better cooperate.