Chapter 22: Something More

Olivia had spent much of the movie clinging to my arm. We’d shared a bag of popcorn, though I was sure I’d eaten most of it.

We were seeing a new release titled “I know What You Did Last Summer”. Most of the other students there seemed eager and thrilled to be there and be scared. I was impartial on the scary movie genre, but anything beat a sappy romantic comedy.

It had been a scary movie, and even though Olivia seemed to be okay during the Stephen King movies, this one she seemed to have a problem with. I could feel her tensing during the suspenseful moments, and even jumping when the killer in the movie jumped out and slaughtered someone. I heard her gasp audibly at the gory violence.

At one point, she even buried her eyes in my shoulder so she wouldn’t have to see it. I held her hand and told her it was alright. The smell of her hair and skin were intoxicating. They filled my every sense, and overwhelmed them.

When the movie ended, she seemed a little too eager to leave. I let her take my arm and we moved through the lobby.

As we walked from the theatre with the crowds of students, Olivia made sure to hold tightly to my arm again.

“Are you okay?” I chuckled. I could tell the movie had gotten to her. She seemed a little stiff. I wanted to move my arms around her and hold her and kiss her and tell her that everything would eventually be okay.

She sighed and swatted my arm lightly. “Don’t make fun of me. That was a scary movie!”

“That was a totally lame movie.” I pointed out, gently disagreeing with her.

She sighed. “I really hate blood and guts. It’s gross.”

“It’s only a movie…” I answered.

“But it was so real! I hate that stuff, yuck!”

“Well, yeah, is that why you’re a vegetarian? I mean, eggplants don’t bleed right?”

Olivia rolled her eyes. “Come on, it’s really not fair to make fun of someone who made you dinner.”

“You’re right.” I smirked, watching her pout. “I’m sorry. Come here, I’ll protect you from the scary killer in a rain slicker.” I moved my arms around her as we walked through the outdoor quad. All of the other students seemed to have completely disappeared. We were entirely alone in the cool night air.

“Thank you.” She smiled up at me.

We walked in silence for a moment, before she shivered in my arms.

“Are you cold?” I asked.

She chewed her lip. “It’s really my fault. I mean, I should have dressed better. This dress was probably a really bad idea.” She mused.

I honestly loved the dress she had on. It was perfect, and the white against her pale skin made her look like an angel; even more so than she usually did.

“Here.” I released her and yanked off my leather jacket and hoodie. “Arms up.”

“You don’t have to. I mean, you’ll be cold if you…”

“It’s not up for debate.” I replied, moving my jackets around her. She lifted her arms and slid them into the sleeves.

“Thank you. They’re warm.” She smiled.

“Good.” I answered with a smile.

She slipped her hand into mine again. I’d never really spent a lot of time holding girl’s hands. I’d never really been in relationships before. Any girls I had been with before were either friends or someone I slept with once or twice and never spoke to again.

Olivia was different. I cared a lot about her. I wanted more than anything to make things work between us, and I was determined to work as hard as I could to make our relationship a decent one.

When Olivia had confessed to me that she was a virgin, I knew completely what she was talking about. I was a relationship virgin; I didn’t know how to do it and I didn’t know what to expect. I was sure I would be bad at it. Actually, I was almost completely convinced that no matter what I did I was going to fuck it up.

“So what was it about the movie that scared you?” I inquired, gently.

She pursed her lips. “I wasn’t scared.” She answered quickly.

I laughed softly. “Come on, Olivia. Tell me.”

She drew in a deep breath. “It’s kind of scary. I mean, most scary movies have like… ghosts and zombies in them. Things you know aren’t real. The movie we just saw… well, it could be anyone. It’s a real person, who could be lurking anywhere. I mean, it’s so much more real, you know? Two young lovers walking… alone… at night… that guy in the rain coat could come out of anywhere.” She explained.

I laughed. “That movie is totally fake.”

“But the idea is real, right? I mean, there are so many serial killers… there could be one on this campus and we could be the first target…” She shuddered.

I stopped suddenly in the middle of the sidewalk.

“What?” She frowned. “What is it?”

“Did you just hear that?” I asked, frowning. I turned my gaze off toward the woods. The lamp posts illuminating the pathways cast an eerie aura around the sidewalks, but not the woods. From here all we could see was darkness and the odd branch shimmering in the cold wind.

Her eyes widened. “Stop it.”

“No, seriously. I heard something. Like a twig breaking under a pair of boots.” I teased.

“Don’t!” She gasped. She clearly didn’t find my jokes funny.

“Run!” I cried. I grabbed her hand and took off running, slowing my pace to catch up with her. She was running along side me.

We weaved in and out of the buildings, our hands still locked together.

I stopped her just as we reached our dorm, pulling her to a gentle halt.

We were both out of breath, and I lightly backed her against the wall. Her eyes were wide as I placed my hands on either side of her, pressing her back against the wall.

Her eyes widened again as my lips neared hers, dreadfully slowly. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she looked breathtaking in the faded yellow light of the campus path light.

Just before my lips touched hers, I changed directions and gently touched my lips to her cold cheek in a short kiss. I released her just as suddenly, leaving her breathless and still flattened against the stones.

Her bottom lip stuck out. “That was so not fair.” She pouted.

I chuckled. “Sorry. Come on; let me get you inside before you freeze, okay?” I laid my warm palm against her cheek feeling her shiver.

It was nice to know that how I felt about her was reciprocated. She felt the same unusual and unexplainable feelings that I felt.

Olivia nodded. “Right.”

I held out my hand for hers and she lightly slipped her tiny hand into mine. I brought it to my lips and gently kissed the back of her hand.

“Show off.” She smirked.

“Maybe a little.” I returned her smirk.

We took the elevator up to the top floor, where I walked Olivia to the door of her dorm room.

“Do you want some leftovers for Thomas?”

“Sure.” I replied, anxious to go inside and be alone with her.

“Okay.” She unlocked the door, letting us both inside.

Gabby was painting her toenails in front of some sappy looking soap opera. She glanced up as we came in. She was wearing a pair of jeans that probably cost more than my entire wardrobe and a long sleeve shirt with a fancy design on it. Probably name brand. These rich chicks always managed to get on my nerves.

“Oh, look who it is! New kid!” She sneered at me.

“And look, its Pine Crest’s ultra slut.” I rolled my eyes.

Gabby’s mouth fell open for a moment. She finally closed her mouth and narrowed her eyes at me.

“Do you spend as much time on your school work as you do on your nails?” I asked.

Olivia playfully swatted me and went into the kitchen.

“Very funny. If you didn’t make my room mate so happy, I’d make sure you never had children.” She said, with an unnatural cheeriness in her voice.

“Right. Let me ask you, does the reason you don’t like me have anything to do with the fact that I’m the one guy on this campus you haven’t had yet?”

Gabby rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. “Asshole.” She muttered.

Olivia appeared holding a Tupperware container. “I’ll walk you out, okay?” She said. “You’ll be late for curfew.”

“Okay.” I answered.

I followed Olivia down the hall, “So I think your room mate likes me.” I mused.
She laughed. “I don’t know about that…”

“Our witty banter back and forth is at least amusing, right?”

“Mildly.” Olivia laughed. “She can be a bit much. Her tenacity is her strongest trait. Don’t take it personally if she doesn’t like you.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I won’t.” I replied, pausing just inside the glass doors.

“I had a really amazing time tonight.” Olivia smiled at me, sweetly. She tucked the curtain of her hair behind her ear.

“Me too. You’re a fantastic cook. I might just eat that and not share it with Thomas at all.” I grinned.

She grinned. “There’s enough for both of you.” She held out the container to me.

“Thank you.” I smiled.

Olivia smiled. “It’s nice to cook for someone. I love Gabby, but she hardly ever eats. I swear that girl could live off of rice cakes and diet coke.”

I laughed.

“You’re going to be late for curfew.” She pointed out.

“Okay.” I nodded. “Can we get together tomorrow?”

“I have homework…” She began. “But I really would like to see you…”

“Me too. Maybe we could meet and do it together.” I stopped the words that had just come out of my mouth clicked in my head suddenly. “I mean, the homework.” I laughed.

She smiled. “I know. How about after dinner? We could work on our history homework together.”

“That would be perfect.”

“For me too.”

“Good.” I moved toward her.

“Oh, your sweater and your coat…” She began, twisting to remove them.

“No, no. You keep them until tomorrow.”

She smiled. “What if I never give them back?”

“I’d have to hunt you down and get them back.” I warned.

She giggled. “I’m scared.” She stepped toward me.

“You should be.” I smirked, bending to kiss her. My lips brushed against hers softly twice.

I felt the same feelings I felt every time I kissed her. A spark of electricity that sent warmth to every part of my body. My blood warmed considerably. Her skin rippled in goose bumps.

Her eyes fluttered closed and I kissed her deeper. With one hand still holding the leftover food, I moved my free hand into her hair gently. I secured her lightly to me, kissing her.

I pulled away slowly.

“Wow.” She breathed. “Am I ever going to get used to that?”

I smiled, gently stroking her cheek. “I know, I don’t think I’ll get used to it either. I’ve never felt this way… about anyone.”

“Me either.” She breathed.

“I’m going to be late…” I began.

“Right. Goodnight.” She nodded, pursing her lips. “Umm… can I just… maybe have one more kiss?”

I grinned. “I think we could swing that…” I moved my arms around her and brought her closer. I kissed her deeply.