Harrowing Halloween

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Senior year was even more difficult than the last ones. School work had always come easily for me, but my Senior year I found myself struggling. After running circles for so long and being pressed for time, my investigation started to drop off of my priorities. Along with this I started to get worried that someone might discover what I was up to and I would end up being placed in a padded room. My visits to Evelyn's gravestone started to become more and more infrequent. I felt guilty, but hoped that she would understand the next Halloween we got to talk to each other.

Along with an increased load of school work there was also an increase in my awareness of the girls around me. During the summer break even the late bloomers in my school seemed to have developed. When walking around campus I had to constantly check myself so that I wouldn't get caught walking around campus with my mouth open and tongue hanging out. There was one girl in Mr. Anderson's advanced english class that had especially caught my eye. Her name was Alice, she had red hair cut into a pixie cut that framed her elfin face perfectly. She was on the petite side, but still had plenty of curves. At first I just had a crush on her because of how beautiful she was, and each time she talked in class I became even more crushed. Her voice had a musical quality to it, and everytime she talked in class I was amazed by just how smart she was.

After the first month of school I was completely enamored with Alice and couldn't stop thinking about her. This started to make me feel guilty because I still thought of Evelyn and how alone she was in death. I felt guilty for liking Alice, even though I knew it would be better than for me to keep on obsessing over a dead girl. Especially one who had rejected me. I wanted to ask Alice out on a date, but I had never asked a girl out before, and besides, Alice and I hadn't even talked before. There was a lull in between projects in the middle of September so I used that time to bring a fresh set of flowers to Evelyn's grave. I stayed for a while and talked to her gravestone. I didn't sense her at all. Maybe it was better that way after how I had made things awkward.

On Monday Mr. Anderson announced how he was going to be assigning the next big project and how it was going to be a group one. Half the class seemed thrilled at the idea, while the other half, me were not so ecstatic. When Mr. Anderson added that the groups would be assigned at random the happy half of the class now matched my side. The groups were going to be in sets of three. Mr. Anderson started to read the names of each trio, some were happy with who they got paired up with, most were not. I listened intently for my name, but as Mr. Anderson read the names I realized that along with not calling my name yet, he also hadn't called Alice's name yet. I hoped that we would be assigned together, but also at the same time feared it. What if I was in a group with her and made a complete fool of myself? What if I tried to ask her out and she laughed in my face as a refusal? Mr. Anderson started to list of the last couple of groups. Two names were read, and then there was a pause, before he read off a name that wasn't Alice. Next he did call out her name, and then mine. Mr. Anderson laughed about how he should have double counted to make sure that every group would have three people in it, and how this was probably why he wasn't a math teacher. He asked us if it was fine if it was just us two in the group. "Yes, it will be fine," Alice said and smiled at me.

We got to spend the rest of the class period working on the project to figure out what we we were going to do and how we were to divide up the work. I was in a daze as Alice asked me what parts of the assignment I would like to do. I still couldn't believe how lucky I was to have been paired up with her. The bell rang and it was time to wrap things up and move to the next class. "Maybe we should trade phone numbers," I suggested as we stood up. I couldn't believe that I had said that.

"Yeah, that's a good idea," Alice said. We traded phones and put our numbers in. "See you tomorrow," Alice said cheerfully as she took off down the hall, where I soon lost her in the crowd of students. I floated through the rest of the day because I was so happy.

The next day in Mr. Anderson's class Alice sat next to me again, even though we didn't work on the project in class. This became our new seating arrangement. Over the next week Alice and I would text each other back and forth about the project. Even though we had more than a month before it was due. The texts started to diverge more from just being about school and we started to talk about how are days went and the things that annoyed us during them. She had a dry sarcastic humor that I liked. Another thing that we had in common was that we both had birthdays in Early October that were only a couple days apart so we almost turned 18 at the same time. When I woke up to a happy birthday text from her I couldn't stop smiling.

A week before the project was due before the project was due at the end of October Mr. Anderson let us work on it for half the class period. With all the work Alice and I had already put in we were almost finished with it by the end of the class. "Do you have any plans after school?" Alice asked me as I walked her to her next class.

"No, why?" I asked.

"I would like to just get this assignment slammed out today if we can finish it. Would you like to come over to my house?"

"That sounds like a good idea," I said.

"Ok great, I will meet up with you after school," Alice said, and to my surprise hugged me for the first time. I didn't know what to do at first, so I only managed to hug her for a moment before she pulled away. I spent the rest of the day in anticipation of getting to go home with Alice.

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Alice and I walked to her house after school. I was surprised when she lead me down the road to where the nicest houses in town were at. As I followed her I had dejavu to that first Halloween when Henry and his friends had chased me off into the woods. Alice's house ended up being just a couple of houses away from where it had all started. Small town, smaller world I guess. Alice's house was just as lavish on the inside as it had looked from the outside. I was surprised she came from such wealth, she was so down to Earth, as opposed to all of the other girls who lived around there who act like they are loyalty. We sat in her kitchen and she opened up her Macbook so we could go over the project and fix what needed fixing. A couple of hours later and we were done. We both let out a sigh of relief as she saved the document and closed her computer. I always loved the feeling of getting an assignment done. Having one less responsibility felt amazing. I wondered for a moment if me being over extended past us finishing up the project, or if I should get going now, I didn't want to overstay my welcome.

"How late can you stay?" Alice asked me.

"I don't have anywhere to be," I said.

"Let's go watch TV," Alice said and dragged me out of the kitchen and into the living room. We sat in the plumpest couches I had ever been in and Alice flipped through the channels before we found something to watch. About ten minutes in to us watching TV Alice started to stretch her arms up and yawn loudly. Alice scooted closer, dropped her arm so that it stretched across my back, and leaned her head on my shoulder. Did she just do the stretch and yawn? I couldn't believe it, Alice was laying against me. I tried to focus on the show, but I couldn't help but think about how warm she felt. I leaned my head down against hers, her hair smelled like strawberries and cream. After five minutes I noticed that Alice's breathing had changed. She had fallen asleep.I tensed up, doing my best impression of a statue for fear of waking her up and ending this moment sooner.

It had been a long day and I was comfortable sitting there with Alice, so it shouldn't have been a surprise to me when I nodded off. I woke up about an hour later during one of those commercials where the volume is ten times louder then it is in the show that you are actually watching. Alice started to stir as I woke up. "Good morning," She said as she snuggled up against my arm.

"More like goodnight at this point," I said and saw that it was already after 7 pm.

Alice's parents stepped from the kitchen. "It's about time you woke up honey," Alice's mom said.

"Sorry mom, we passed out after finishing our project for English class. Mom, Dad, this is my classmate Chris.

"Pleasure to meet you, Chris," Alice's father said.

"Alice has told us a lot about you, it's nice to finally meet you," Alice's mom said. "If you two are hungry dinners already made, Food is in the oven." With that, her parents left and went upstairs.

"Want to stay and eat?" Alice asked.

"Yeah, I am starving," I said. Alice's mom had made some kind of cheesy casserole that I couldn't get enough of. It felt so weird to be doing something so normal as having dinner with Alice alone. Something so uneventful could be one of the most eventful things if done with the right person. After we were done eating I helped Alice load the dishes into the dishwasher and she walked me out of her house. Once in front of her doorway we both lingered, our conversation meandered as we tried to stretch out the time until I left. Alice stood with her back against the door, occasionally pushing herself away from the door and closer to me.

"While I have to get going now," Alice said. I said goodbye and she started to turn around, but then spun back to face me. "I've been waiting all day to do this," She said.

"Do what," I replied dumbly.

"This," Alice said as she took the lone step between us and stretched up to plant her lips against mine. Her lips felt like sun warmed silk. I had always had a nightmare of messing up my first kiss, but Alice's lips were the perfect off button to my overthinking. My lips parted on their own as Alice pressed her lips against mine. I don't know how long the kiss lasted, a warmth of pleasure had spread from my lips to my brain, spreading the tingling sensation across my nervous system, and momentarily burnt out my sense of time. Alice pressed her body against mine. I started to reach out to hold her when suddenly the contact between us broke as Alice danced out of my reaching arms. "Good night," Alice said in her usual merry way as she disappeared inside before I had a chance to react. I stood on her porch for a couple of minutes processing what had just happened.

"Good night," I finally said feebly to her door, in a combination of response to Alice and also a recap on how the night had gone. I don't know at what point I had started walking home, but when I started to come to my surroundings I was already halfway down the block from Alice's home. My senses seemed dulled after experiencing an overload thanks to Alice kissing me. I didn't even feel the chill of the mid-October Air, even though I realized that I had left my jacket at Alice's house.

The next day in Mr. Anderson's class Alice returned my jacket to me. This was supposed to be our last day to work on the project before it was due. Mr. Anderson asked why we weren't working on our project and we said how we already finished it. He asked to see it and when we brought it up for him on Alice's Macbook. Mr Anderson said how well we worked together and told us just to look busy. Alice and I sat talking for ten minutes. I couldn't help but stare at Alice's lips as she talked. We kissed last night, I thought.. Alice noticed I was distracted and playfully hit me on the arm and called me a perv.

Mr. Anderson called us over to his desk and asked us since we were free at the moment if we could help him move some boxes of books from his office to the classroom. He had a bookcase in the classroom that he allowed students to freely take and leave books. It seemed so far that more students were interested in taking then leaving. We both agreed to help him out and followed him down to his office at the end of the hallway. His office was wall to wall with overflowing bookshelves. It was beautiful. In the corner were four boxes and a couple of large plastic bags filled with paperbacks. We each grabbed a box and started to return to class when there was a loud commotion from around the corner of the hall. From the sound of shoes scuffing on the floor and the clang as someone was shoved against a locker. "You two, go back to class," Mr. Anderson said as he set the box down and raced down the hallway to confront the fighters. We dropped the books off in class next to the bookcase. I started to walk back to our seats when I realized that Alice had walked back to the doorway.

I followed her and asked, "Where are you going?"

"To go get the rest of the books," Alice said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "He told us to return to class, not to stay here." I started to question her logic but she made the argument of how an english teacher should watch his words more carefully. I went out of the class with Alice, there wasn't much of a threat of getting in trouble, he had told us to help out after all. As we walked back down the hallway towards Mr. Anderson's office Alice entwined her fingers with mine.

We stepped into the office. "Which box do you want to-" I started to say when Alice closed the door. I opened my mouth to ask why she closed the door when she closed the distance between us and pressed her lips against mine. Not only did the question die on my lips as I started to ask the question, it seemed that the whole language center of my brain shut down. Alice pressed her soft and supple body against me. I hadn't been expecting this so she pushed me back and against one of the book cases. As we made out Alice draped her arms around my shoulders and started to run her hands through my hair. Now she was able to really press herself against me. I was shocked at how hard I was getting just from having her push her supple tits and groin against me. As good as it felt I wanted more. I wrapped my arms around the small of her back and pulled her up against me. Her lower body pressed against mine and she moaned into my mouth. We held each other even tighter and she started to press her body against me. Now I could just feel the hard nubbins of her nipples as the poked through her lightly padded bra.

I lowered a hand from her hip and slid it down to cup her ass. Even through the rough material of her jeans I couldn't believe how soft her ass was. We continued to kiss for a minute, Alice seemed to be squeezing in as much as she could in this small amount of time that we were going to get.

As great as making out with Alice was in Mr. Anderson's office, and as much as I loved books, I wasn't enjoying how it felt to have a the shelf of the bookcase pressing against my spine. Alice either sensed my discomfort or had decided to change up our makeout session because she broke our kiss and tugged me towards Mr. Anderson's worn office chair, where she then pushed me down and straddled me. I moaned as she settled her weight on top of my erection which was growing down my jeans against my thigh. I hadn't realized just how hot her sex was until she was on top of me. It seemed to radiate the exact heat to entice me to want to pursue the source of the heat to its source. Alice wrapped her hands around my head again and leaned down to kiss me, only she must of been impatient because she started to pull my head up to meet her lips. I took the hint and leaned up to meet her fierce kiss. Alice started to rock her hips to press our pelvises together. After a couple of attempts she finally hit the movement in the right way for her and she shuddered on top of me.

With each thrust Alice rotated the chair slightly, until her back was to the cluttered desk. I started to meet Alice's thrusts to extract the most pleasure from each movement, but I miss timed it and accidently pushed her back against the desk. There was the sound of the clutter shifting and something fell to the ground. "Sorry," I said in between kisses.

"It's...," Alice started to say as she ground against me, "Ok." After a few more gyrations Alice stopped and broke away from the kiss. We were both panting. The warmth from between her legs seemed to have spread because my body felt warm all over. "We should probably get back to class before we get caught," Alice said but didn't get off of me.

"Your probably right." I said. Still neither one of us moved.

Alice laughed and pressed against me one last time as she gave me a peck on the lips before getting off of me. "Come on you horndog, lets finish moving these books," Alice said and lifted up one of the remaining boxes with a grunt.

"Ok," I said as I stood I noticed a small leatherbound journal was on the floor just underneath the desk. It must have been what fell when Alice bumped the desk. I hadn't seen anything fall off the desk so I was curious where it fell from. I bent down to pick up the journal. The leather was well worn and smooth to the touch. I got a bad sense of the tingles, a feeling that reminded me of when I could sense Evelyn's presence, only like a darker version of it.

"Hey," Alice said from the open doorway, causing me to jump.

"Yeah, coming." I said and slipped the book into my pocket. If it wasn't Evelyn's then I could just slip it into one of the boxes of books and pretend like it just fell in there, but what if it was Evelyn's? That could only possibly lead to one reason why Mr. Anderson would have her journal. I carried the books back to class with Alice. Right when we approached the door Mr. Anderson walked back around the corner.

"Did you break up the fight?" Alice asked him nonchalantly.

"Yeah, security finally showed up to seperate them. They don't help me grade papers, I don't get why I should have to help them do their job." Mr. Anderson grumbled. I did my best not to look nervous as he looked over Alice and I. A few minutes ago my biggest fear was him catching Alice and I making out in his office. If this turned out to be Evelyn's journal then I had bigger things to be afraid of. Mr. Anderson went back in to check on the class. Alice and I set the books down and went back to get the last boxes.

"What's wrong?" Alice asked. "Was it something that I did?"

"Nothing, why?"

"Because you look like you just saw a ghost," Alice said.

In a way, she might not have been wrong. "No I'm fine, just felt nauseous for a moment," I said. Walking back into the office felt like we were returning to the scene of a crime. Alice gave me a quick kiss once inside but there wasn't any time for anything more than that. When we returned to class we still had fifteen minutes left until the next period. The journal in my pocket felt like it was going to burn its way through my thigh.The dread of getting caught sent my brain into overdrive. All I wanted was to make it out of the class and open it up. I was already preparing for the moment when I realized that I was wrong and that I had stolen one of Mr. Anderson's personal journals. I had over thought things before and I was looking forward to that moment when I was wrong and could laugh at myself.

Class finally ended and all I wanted was to rush out of the classroom, but Alice took today of all days to take extra time to put her stuff away. As we were about to walk out of the classroom Mr. Anderson called to Alice and I. "Yes?" Alice asked.

"Thank you for helping me with those books, and great work on your project," Mr. Anderson said.

"Your welcome and thank you," Alice said. I mumbled the same thing that Alice said and turned so that I didn't have to look at Mr. Anderson.