I woke up to my alarm clock going off at top volume which I could handle because it happened everyday in America.
There was just one problem, it was going off at five in the morning so I could go to detention.

There was so many things I had to do, like have a shower because I would rather not smell if I could avoid it.

I also needed to put myself in a mindset where I didn't want to kill a priest with a sharp object.

With a long sigh I hit the snooze button to shut it up before it woke up my roommate, Iris.
It turned out that the girl I'd stopped from being beaten up last night was the roommate the headmistress had mentioned.

After I told the school priest he could go screw himself then stalked off angrily Iris caught up with me and said thanks for stopping the other girl.

I'd told her it was no problem, we'd started up a conversation and talked all the way back to our dorm room.
Iris was a rather quiet person, mousy, spoke in a whisper and looked at the ground most of the time.

She had very blonde hair, bordering on white and seemed to enjoy hiding her face in it as much as possible.
Iris had only looked at me directly once, when she did I was horrified by how many cuts and bruises littered her skin.

That bitch Tiffany had gotten her good and according to Iris it happened on a regular basis, I can't believe the school would let her get away with it.

I know I may have just met Iris but I like her, she seems like a cool chick and if Tiffany decides to come near her while I'm around then I'll be getting more detention because I wouldn't mind breaking her nose.

I've always had little tolerance for bullies and Tiffany was a grade A asshole.

I don't know what she has to do for detention but if it's cleaning out the church attic with me at six in the morning then there will undoubtably be a scuffle.

All my friends back in America knew I was not a pleasant person to be with in the morning, I needed coffee and at least an hour to wake up.
I didn't have either of those and needed to have a shower and get dressed quickly.

Groaning as I moved I flipped the blankets back then sat up in the bed, putting my feet on the ground with cold shooting up my legs.

Iris who had originally been facing me mumbled in her sleep and rolled over, facing the wall then pulling the rugs up higher.

Standing up I grabbed my dressing gown from the foot of the bed and pulled it on, instantly feeling warmer.

I grabbed my bathroom kit and towel from the small closet supplied. Pocketing my key I left the room, yawning as I shuffled down the hall in my bedsocks.

I'm not sure why but instead of stopping at the girls bathrooms I kept walking, along the hallway, down a flight of stairs and outside. I frowned as I headed down the path from the dorms to the church, the sun slowly rising in the sky.

The church doors were wide open, making the place seem much more grandiose that I remembered.

I walked into the church, my frown becoming more intense when I saw the interior, it'd changed, a lot.
The pews were gone along with the podium and the inside was ten times bigger.

A stained glass window took up the whole back wall and the room was empty with the exception of a small curtained off area in the corner.

Feeling curious and wanting to know what was behind it I approached the dark red curtain.
Grabbing the fabric I pulled it back, wanting to see whatever amazing object it concealed.
It was a shower, a freaking shower.

There was the sound of something crashing to the ground and I turned to pinpoint the noise.
I saw a brief flash of fur followed by a long tail, is that a monkey?
Alright this is totally fucking weird.

Do they even have monkeys in England?

Since it was a stupid time in the morning nobody seemed to be awake I had the pleasure of showering without anyone trying to start a conversation.

Enjoying the solitude I pulled off my pyjamas and stepped into the shower, feeling the water beat down on my skin.

I love showers, they always make me feel at home no matter where I am, it's wonderful. I hope every morning here would work like this, not the detention but the peace.

"A silhouette waits outside my window. I jump up and I shout to see if you're there. There's nothing but cold sharp air. I wake up, another day without you. Take a breath from cigarettes, I got time to spare. It's better when you're not here." I sung loudly, I didn't care if anyone heard, they could join in the chorus for all I cared.

"Say you love me. You can lie if it is comforting and I won't even mind it so bad, won't even find it so sad. Please see that I've changed. I sealed the cracks in my window panes and I won't even mind it so bad. Won't even find it so sad!" Although it's sad to admit it I will confess that I sung into my shampoo bottle just a little.

"I'm not sick. I'm not weird, I'm simply in love. You must try to understand you were sent from above. You say you hate me well that's just fine. I will wait till the end of time! Ahh!" I screamed when I opened my eyes, not expecting the sight in front of me.

Gerard, the school priest Gerard, was leaning against a wall, arms folded and watching me.
Couple of things on my mind right now...
What the fuck was he doing in here?!

"Get the fuck out!" I yelled at him, not caring how good looking he was, what role he had on the staff or how much detention I could get.

"Do you really want me to leave?" He purred, pushing off the wall and walking over to me with a certain swagger in his step.

He walked into the shower and stood right in front of me, fully dressed, collar on and everything.

"Yes I'd like you to leave! I'm naked and trying to have a shower so stop watching me and go away!" I raised a hand, not entirely sure what I was planning to do with it, slap him maybe?

"Much easier said than done." He murmured, his voice coming out lower and rougher than usual which kinda freaked me out.

His bright emerald green eyes had a slightly devilish, lustful glint to them and it was hard for me to look away.

"I-I, um." I stumbled over my words, the look in his eyes was so hypnotic I couldn't think of anything to say.

He lifted his hand placing it on my waist before taking a step forward, his clothes brushing against me.
My back hit the wall, making me stop moving and an irresistible smirk came to Gerard's face.

He brought his face close to mine, our lips almost touching and me entering complete panic mode internally.

"You have a very nice voice." He murmured, the words barely coming out as a whisper.
"I wonder what it'd sound like moaning my name."

A priest should not say that!

I shouldn't want to find out how he could make me talk like that either.

"How 'bout I give you a sneak preview?"

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"Lainey, Lainey. Wake up." I opened my eyes, making random sounds and sitting up.

Iris was leaning over my bed and shaking my shoulder, half asleep but awake enough to disrupt my rest.

I'd been dreaming, of course.
Gerard wasn't a pervert and there was no weird thing going on at the church.
It also explains the monkey.

"Wha'?" I was too lazy and too sleepy to finish my sentence properly, especially after dropping back on my marvellously soft pillow.

"You have detention at six right? It's like half past."

Fuck!

I threw the blankets off, jumping out of the bed with Iris barely managing to get out of the way in time.
There's goes all hopes of me getting to pleasantly wake up without stress or concern.

I grabbed my bathroom gear from a cupboard while Iris get back into bed, yawning loudly and I felt envious of her.

Damn Gerard to hell for giving me detention but then again I'm even more screwed.
I've had some incredibly inappropriate thoughts about him but that dream I just had has topped the list.

By the time I got into the shower people were already up and I had to tolerate the gossiping of girls while trying to enjoy my shower.

It was pointless of course so I spent the shortest amount of time possible in there before getting out, going back to my room and getting dressed.

My hair was still wet and not even close to drying as I jogged towards the church, hoping the slight morning breeze would make me a little less damp.

Gerard was leaning against the closed doors in the exact same style as he had been in my dream.
His clothes were impeccable and ironed...like a complete tosser.

"You're late." He told me, my mind replied with 'no shit Sherlock,' as I jogged up the steps.

"Where have you been?" It shouldn't matter, I'm here even if I may be an hour late.

"Asleep, dreaming like a normal person."

And having some incredibly sexual fantasies about you Father Way.
Shut up brain.

"Alright, I guess I can understand that. Anyway you have to help me clean out the attic." Wonderful, I bet there'll be lots of lovely things up there, like spiders and well, spiders. That's enough for me.

Gerard opened one of the churches double front doors and walked inside, me following closely behind him.

"I'm not sure exactly what's up there. I think it's just old stuff the schools stored. Textbooks, photos, maybe some scrips from plays." He ran over a list of things that I had no interest in whatsoever and I didn't even try to feign interest.

Gerard went to a door opened it in one smooth motion then flicked the lights on and went inside.
I stood in the doorway watching him pull the attic stairs down and climb up to turn on a light.

"Okay, you can come up now." He told me and I slowly came into the room then followed him up the stairs.

There is only one way I could describe the attic, dust, dust everywhere.

Dust on the floor, dust on the beams, dust on the boxes.
Just dust literally fucking everywhere.

"Achoo!" I sneezed into the sleeve of my shirt as Gerard walked over to a stack of boxes on picked one up.

"Here." He held it out to me and that's when the deboxing of the attic begun with him dodging work as well as any gifted lazy teenager.

Since he was doing pretty much nothing the whole time except for slowly moving a box every ten minutes I felt no urge to talk to him at all.

Besides after the dream I had I really needed to be silent and think over what it meant.
One of the obvious meanings behind it was that I more than likely wanted to sleep with him, which I kinda did.
A lot.

"Last one." He told me as I picked up the final box in attic with a frown on my face.

"Lazy bastard." I muttered under my breath, turning and walking over to the attic steps.

"Excuse me?" With a groan at realising I hadn't said it as quiet as I thought I stopped and tried to think of the worst possible thing he could do in this scenario.

"I said you're a lazy bastard." I repeated myself, this time loudly enough that he'd hear me for sure.

"How?"

"You've done practically nothing over the past hour except for stand there." I incline my head to where he was standing with his arms crossed, casually listening to me.

"I'm supposed to be supervising your detention not helping you."
Did he just seriously roll his eyes at me, looked like Father Gerard is getting a little sassy.

"Uh-huh I believe you said, and I quote. 'You can help me clean out the attic.'" I shoddily mimicked his voice before taking a few steps away and admiring the amused look on his face.

"People lie all the time."

Oh, I've caught him here.

"Lying, Father Way? I believe the Ninth Commandment states that it is wrong to lie. Looks like you'll have to apologise to God." I think one of the most satisfying moments of my life was telling a priest he'd broken one of The Commandments and it was awesome.

"I'm sure that you've broken more than one and probably acted on a few of the deadly sins as well." He muttered, walking over the the attic ladder with me.

"You'd be right there but you're a priest and you're supposed to know better last time I checked." There was no way on earth that he was going to make me forget about that.

"I'm telling everyone." I singsonged, taking a step forward and having a brief terrifying moment of my foot touching nothing before I realised I'd gotten closer to the ladder than I thought, and was about to fall.

The box dropped out of my arms and I windmilled, falling forward and noting how much the solid hardwood floor was going to hurt when I hit it.

"Aah!" His hand grabbed my wrist and roughly tugged me back, pulling me away from the hole in the floor.

"Watch where you're going!" He yelled out, my chest hit his back and we both went tumbling to the ground for the second time in two days.

"Ow, why do I keep falling over because of you?" I whined, sitting up and feeling my eyes water from hitting my head on the wooden floor.

"No, no, please don't thank me." He muttered sarcastically, rubbing the back of his head and making his hair more ruffled.

"Thanks but did you have to drag me to the floor when you fell?" He didn't answer me and continued rubbing his head, don't tell me hitting the ground made him deaf.

I put my hands on the ground, intending to stand up only to find myself unable to move one of my arms.
I looked down, Gerard's pale fingers were still wrapped around my wrist, stoping me from moving.

"Uh." I looked pointedly at my wrist, expecting him to immediately let go so I could get up but he didn't.
Instead he stared.

"What happened to your hand?" He asked, holding it up and turning it around.

"Are those bruises?" I peered at my knuckles, they were darker than the rest of my skin.

"Yeah, I punched that chick Tiffany in the face. What else did you think I was gonna get from it?" I smiled bitterly, I knew well enough from the fights I'd get into on occasion that you got bruises every now and then.

"Are you alright?" He held my hand closer to his face, looking at it closer, causing me to raise my eyebrow when I realised how little he must see violence.

He was a priest, it's not like he fought in back alleys.
The most he would see is Tiffany when she got going and I doubted he had to deal with the aftermath of that.

My hand was close enough to his face that I could feel his breath, his lips brushed my knuckles for a moment.

Please tell me a monkey's not gonna show up.

"I'm fine." I told him before snatching my hand away, this was awkward and a priest shouldn't be doing that.

Priests were supposed to listen to your problems, give you advice when you needed it and side with your parents every single time.
They weren't supposed to be good looking, shouldn't speed your heart up and most definitely shouldn't cause you to have lewd fantasies about them.

Sure I wanted to play with him, know that I've got the most attractive man within a million miles interested in me but I didn't want him to throw the ball back.

Or at least I think I didn't want him to.

"You sure, maybe you should see the nurse." Well this was a change and a half from last night when he gave me detention for merely defending someone.

Now he actually gave a hell?
Well whoopdee-fucking-doo.

"Dude, I've had these more than once, I know when I need to see a nurse and right now I'm fine." I held my hand up and looked at my knuckles, I hadn't actually noticed the bruises until he pointed them out.

"If I were you I'd avoid fights as much as possible. There's only so many ways you can get out of detention." He better be kidding, I've just spent an hour cleaning out the bloody attic with him doing nothing.

"In case it hasn't occurred to you, I'm in a church attic at about eight in the morning after cleaning it." Gerard frowned and blinked, looking like he was thinking about something.

"I'm supposed to be holding mass in ten minutes." He muttered, standing and dusting off his shirt, leaving me to pick myself up.

I'd almost forgotten that Rosehill had mass every day, oh hell this means I have to sit and listen for half an hour.

"Could you please explain why you think this isn't detention?" I asked as he climbed down the attic stairs, only pausing to look at me and answer.

"Tiffany's gonna be spending her lunchtime walking around picking up garbage for the next month." That made me kinda happy but I still had to help clean out the attic.

Gerard's head disappeared as he descended the stairs, I quickly walked over and followed him.
By the time I was down the stairs Gerard was in front of the podium, leaning down and picking a heavy book up.

"Just so you know I'm not staying here while you read out of that book." I planned to go back to my room, have a nap, maybe go to the office and see if they've finished sorting out my classes.

"You're given detention if you don't attend daily mass." He told me, flicking through the pages of his book, not bothering to look up.

Is it just me or do you get punished for every little thing you do here?

"What about when you're sick?" They'd have to make that an exception, it's kinda heard to pray when you're coughing up a lung.

"I think that's about the only time it's okay." He replied, settling on a page in the book and leaning on the podium casually.

"Oh God I think I broke my leg!" I yelled, falling to one knee and trying to look like I was in pain.

"Haha, nice try and no blasphemy." Gerard laughed flatly as he adjusted his collar, I frowned and stood up, he's so mean.

"If you haven't noticed yet I'm not religious." Its gotta be obvious, it's not like I've been trying to hide my distaste for the church.

"God will always be waiting for you." Here comes all the preaching stuff I'd been expecting to hear when I first met him.

"Alright good luck with a your preachy, God fearing stuff and I'll be going to my room now, so enjoy your mass and I'll come find you later on when I want more of a tour." I waved to him before turning around and heading for the church doors.

"Lainey." I stopped and spun to face him, he was now five pews away from me.

"Yeah?"

"What were you dreaming about?" I smirked at him, his bright emerald eyes catching the sunlight from the open door.

"Believe me Father, you don't want to know."