"Because you're a guy…that's a very intimate action," her voice was softer this time.
"Rachel we'd be asleep, not having sex," I retorted, glancing back to her.
"But we'd be in a bed together…"
"Jeez, relax a little I won't be touching you, we'll put a divider in if it makes you feel more comfortable," I spoke, my voice rough with irritation and full desire to just sleep.
Rachel looked down, her hands going straight to her necklace. Didn't even have to have my gaze on her to know it was the tiny, single silver wing jewelry she'd worn every day for years. I couldn't picture her not wearing it; it was a Rachel Hertz trademark. She always played with her pendant, especially during test time, twisting and untwisting the chain. I don't know how she got it or who gave it to her, but she's always wearing it.
"Look, how about you go shower or whatever it is you do to get ready for bed, and breathe," I spoke after a few moments of silence.
Green eyes stared at me with the wing still strong in her grasp, purple finger nails contrasting against her pale skin and sliver metal. After a few seconds she just stood up and headed toward the bathroom with her bag in her hand. The shower water turned on as I stretched, taking up full stride of the bed before standing up myself. Heading for the closet I found a couple of extra blankets and pillows which I tossed onto the bed. Fixing the new supplies I formed a small barrier that I was sure would at least calm Rachel's nerves a little, at least for the moment. Reaching behind me I gripped the fabric of my shirt; gathering the material in my fingers I pulled the shirt off. Once the contraption was off I flung it onto my bag to exchange my jeans for more comfortable pants. Once more I dropped onto the bed, the sheets up to my waist, with one hand behind my head.
Sometime later the water was turned off and a few minutes later Rachel came out. Placing her bag next to mine she made her way back towards the bed in blue, swirly pajama bottoms with a Giants t-shirt that seemed to be the perfect size for a full grown man.
"I didn't take you for a sports girl," I spoke up as she pushed wet, long hair behind her ear, but the strands didn't seem like they were planning on behaving.
"I don't, marching band season is enough sports, this is my dad's and it doesn't fit him anymore which means free pajamas for Rachel," Rachel started, but I couldn't help cutting her off.
"FYI that's the wrong-"
Rachel rolled her eyes. "The wrong team? I'm sorry, am I offending you?"
"Yes greatly, take the shirt off now," I spat out with a lopsided smile forming.
"Not even in your dreams, Mr. March," she spoke slowly.
"Your team color should be-"
"Thank you for the wall," Rachel said quickly, making sure to change the sports topic.
"You're welcome."
Rachel pushed the sheets aside on her part to crawl in between them.
"Night, Nick," Rachel yawned.
"Night, Rach, sweet dreams."
3
Rachel
Ringing, ringing, ringing; whoever was calling needed to be shot or to have the wires in the phone send out electric shocks! Rolling over, I picked up the phone as I couldn't feel movement over our makeshift of a wall, lucky jerk. The plastic of the room phone on the nightstand felt cool against my fingers. Wouldn't our cell phones have been easier?
"Hello," I spoke, hearing how drowsy my voice sounded. I wanted more sleep as I put some effort into listening to what the teacher was saying so that I could remember to tell Nick.
Hanging up the phone, I turned to look at Nick who was lying on his back as I tried to figure out how was I was supposed to wake him up. My heart sped up a little at the thought of having to touch the Nick March. Leaning over the fake wall it was crushed below me as I reached out to contact Nick's bare shoulder with hesitant fingers when I noticed his eyes were opened the smallest crack possible.
"You're awake aren't you?" I whispered incase I was wrong, my hand still not touching his skin.
"Morning," Nick responded, yawning and stretching so that his lean muscles moved under his skin, that faker.
I pushed my hair back out of my face so that the wavy pieces were out of the way.
"How long have you been awake?" I asked, my head tilting lightly so that the locks that I had just moved fell back down.
"I don't know what you're talking about I just woke up," Nick retorted, his voice airy and with a matching grin on those lips.
I shoved his shoulder as he sat up and he let out a small mock-yell.
"Rachel, you touched a shirtless guy! What a scandal!" Nick reacted. His blue eyes were wide as his fingers went to hide his nipples.
"You're insane! We've got to be downstairs in like forty minutes for whatever it is they're planning on doing with us."
I stood up, sliding my legs out of the bed. Standing on my toes with my hands reaching high above my head I stretched out my entire little-over-five-feet body, which just made me slowly, but surely, happier to be awake. Feeling eyes on me I glanced over to see Nick just sitting there watching me, which caused me to fall back onto the soles of my feet, arms crossing over my chest and for once wishing I was wearing a bra. Biting my lip I had to move my gaze elsewhere as the heat rose to my face. Guys didn't look at me and they never asked me out. My mom always asked if I thought guys were intimated by a group of girls always hanging out together. How would I know; I was quite
