Chapter 13 Where Is Yours?
Lana’s Point of View
I went into my closet, shoving some comfortable clothes, a change of panties, shampoos, and all the things I needed to bathe into my bag.
“Where are you going?” Xavier asked curiously as I was about to exit the room with my bag clutched tightly in my hands.
Did he notice anything suspicious? Is that the reason he is calling out to me?
In an instant, he was halfway out of the bed already, his stride was long as he covered the distance in a second or less; my eyes widened, realizing my predicament.
This isn’t good. How do I get him to back off now? I don’t want to have him follow me.
“You went missing for more than half the evening, no one knows where you are, and now it’s almost midnight, and you’re thinking of leaving again?” He complained, getting even closer to me. “Apart from the fact that it is not ideal to be loitering around the school area when the class areas are closed. You should be in bed, getting rest for tomorrow’s class.”
My brain went off almost immediately, sweat pooled on my forehead, my eyes flickered around, wondering what to tell him, the pain underneath my stomach intensifying.
“Um, I have a group study.” I moaned out, clutching underneath my stomach. “I will come back as soon as I am done.”
His eyes shifted towards my bag suspiciously, and before he could speak, I dashed out of the dorm room.
I ran as fast as I could. As I entered the private swimming pool area, I figured that there were some of the facilities rooms that were restricted to students, some of the facilities were used by staff only, and some were not indicated, but they were made inaccessible to anyone.
This swimming pool was one of those; it has a bathroom, where I can clean up and dress myself up properly, and I was certain this time around, no one would come in here to interrupt me because no one swims at midnight.
A small pleasurable sigh escaped my parted lips as the cool water from the faucet reached my hair. I shampooed lightly, washing off the sweat, oil, and dirt from my hair. I missed being so comfortable while I took my bath. I knew coming to an all-boys boarding school would be hard, but I didn’t think it would be this hard.
I hated the fact that I was going to admit my father was right, but he is indeed right. Navigating the school, pretending to be a boy without any support, was a hassle.
Barely two weeks in, and I have two of the most powerful and charismatic students on my neck.
I still can’t tell if the reason Christian hates me was that I ruined his coat or because he is in love with Xavier, but he doesn’t know it yet—Or it could be that he thinks Xavier likes me and he wants to bully me for it.
I don’t just understand the dude.
Xavier, on the other hand, I couldn’t tell if he was obsessed with finding out about my personal life, or if he was just being suspicious and cautious of me—he is not like that with any other person.
I adjusted the pad along the edges of my panties, wondering if it’s going to be noticeable when I walk. Should I swap them out for tampons instead? Which one will be easier to wear? To swap them out, I needed to buy tampons. Going to the supermarket to look for tampons is super suspicious, though.
I doubt the on-campus supermarket would even have tampons because we don’t even have female teachers, but I heard that very soon we would have female teachers.
“I guess I just have to stick to what I have for now.” I sighed deeply.
I heard a sound, like footsteps, and the thud of a closing door—was it a cleaner? What the hell is a cleaner doing here at this time of the night?
I felt my heart stop in my chest, as I quickly put on my clothes, my heart slammed against my chest, and my hands were trembling as I buttoned my clothes.
I remember reading this part in the school handbook. The punishment for using an unauthorized space in school was suspension, and depending on the office of the punisher, expulsion.
While my brain was still processing what to do, the door to the bathroom suddenly flung open, and my eyes met the ice-blue orbs that belonged to Christian. All healthy color flooded out of my face almost immediately.
It would have been way better if I were found by a random cleaner or a teacher, then this lunatic here.
He was naked, with nothing but a towel hanging lowly on his waist. My eyes narrowed. He had a big bathroom, so why was he here trying to bathe?
“Alan?” His voice rang out suspiciously; his blue eyes flickered down towards the puddle of clothes that I had taken off.
My eyes widened when I noticed the lacy blue panties at the bottom of the pile. I rushed towards it, but he used both his long arms and long legs to his advantage.
His fingers snatched up the panties before I could get them.
“Why do you have this?” He asked curiously, as he gaped at it like it was some kind of innovation that should be kept in a laboratory for the evolution of science.
“This is a woman’s pantie, isn’t it?” He queried.
Play dumb, Lana, play dumb.
“I have no idea what you are talking about.” My face remained still despite the embarrassment that burned my cheeks. “Give it back to me.”
He raised it high, above his head, when I tried to reach for it.
“Where are your boxers then? Why do you have this lacy panties? Something that is considered feminine and sexy?” He murmured, his eyes falling towards my chest, which was still protruding; I hadn’t tucked it in properly.
I noticed it, and I withdrew from him. In the worst-case scenario, I would deny ever seeing the pants, but if he ever finds out I have breasts, there is no coming back from that.
He noticed I was about to run away as well, because he grabbed me by the back of my neck.
“Hold on a fucking second.” He shoved me against the tiled wall, and I struggled hard against him.
“Let go of me!” I pushed against him, he grabbed both of my wrists in one hand, and stretched them far above my head. My breathing was ragged, and my face flushed, as I begged mentally that he would just unhand me and leave.
“I have always found you weird and suspicious, Alan.” He muttered, the corner of his lips tugging into a smirk. “Is there any reason why you look so different now that you are all wet and partly undressed?”
He pressed his knees in between my legs, seems like he was searching for something, I bit down on my lips to prevent the treacherous moan that threatened to escape my parted lips.
“A man is supposed to have something right here, Alan.” His breath was hot against my face. “Where is yours?”