This Is Our Sweet Blasphemy

It’s been a while since the bar incident and life in hell school has gotten a lot better. Even Andrew seems nicer than before; for example, at church I fell asleep and while everyone was saying their prayers, Andrew came quietly to wake me up, he didn’t give me any hours or anything, I was actually impressed. Well, he always had his snarky or sassy comments, but still, it was an improvement.

However, when hell starts getting nice, you’d better watch your back.

Lunch just ended a few minutes ago, so now Ivy and I were heading to math when little miss bitch came along to ruin my perfectly good day. “Oh, hello there, smurf.” she said while bumping my shoulder quite roughly.

Being the defiant I am, I grabbed her arm and pushed her against the wall “Oh, hello there,” I mocked her high-pitched voice then went dead serious while ending my sentence: “bitch.”

Her piercing blue eyes, not as blue and Andy’s though, narrowed at me like she wanted to figure out what my game was. I kept my poker face while still looking at her in the eyes, showing her I wasn’t going to back down against her. We stood there for a moment before I felt a soft hand on my shoulder. I turned my head and saw Ivy looking at me with pursed lips. “Come on Vic, we’re going to be late…”

Ivy knew how I was; she knew I fought a lot and that I had a strong personality. She was the only person that knew the real reason I came to England. She knew I didn’t step away without a fight. She knew I didn’t let people bullshit me or the people who were close to me. She knew I didn’t let people tease me or bully me around. She knew that if I was defying somebody, I would defy them even if it meant throwing a few punches. And she never stopped me; until now.

“What?” I said in a hushed tone, looking at her confused and losing my grip on Macy’s arm.

She nodded but didn’t say anything at all. I let go of Macy and looked back at the black haired diva. She had a smirk on her face. I looked back at Ivy who had taken a step back. I was still a bit confused but I couldn’t look like a retard in front of Macy, so I grabbed her arm much harder than before, making her eyes widen, and pulled her away from the wall then pushed her opposite side of me. I watched her stumble and a few seconds later regain balance, turning away from her, I started walking along side Ivy.

***

After about two hours, I was in advanced history when a knock on the door interrupted Mrs. Bloom’s speech. She stopped mid-sentence and went to open it, her high heels clicking against the white marble floor. She swinged the door open and in front of her stood the one and only priest himself, looking all non-priest like with his leather jacket and black jeans.
“Excuse me Mrs. Bloom; may I borrow one of your students? I would like to have a word with Victoria Adams.” He said in that sexy, low voice of his. Even Mrs. Bloom who might be 40 years old went kind of red at the cheeks with that voice. Many girls were whispering about and probably asking themselves why Father Biersack was so hot.

Honestly, in a way, I missed his voice, but I still stiffened when my name came out of his perfect shaped lips. His blue orbs scanned the room and finally met mine. I stood and walked towards him, passing my history teacher without meeting her gaze, and those of the other students. Apparently, I don’t think the priest interrupts class to ‘have a word’ with students that often.

Once the two of us were alone in the corridor and the class door was shut I faced Andrew and just looked at him, trying to find any signs of what he would want to talk to me about. My mind wandered to the dreams I’ve been having about him and how one of those dreams were about us making out in the corridor of the schools. He was analyzing my expression. “Don’t worry; you’re not in trouble… If that’s what you were thinking.” He said.

Well Andrew, I was kind of thinking of us almost having sex through clothes but close enough.

“Anyway…” he continued “Alex called me.”

Wait… What? What would Alex want with Andrew? Why would Andrew even bother to tell me that he called? What did Alex say? Did they talk about me? Why is Andrew telling me this now, I mean, couldn’t he wait for break or something? Millions of questions passed through my mind; I opened my mouth to start asking them but I couldn’t. I didn’t know where to begin. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“God… And you’re telling me this because…?” I motioned with my hand for him to talk.

He sighed before answering “Blasphemy Victoria…” he scolded, “He told me to tell you that he needs to talk to you. Something about needing girl help.” He wouldn’t meet my gaze and I started wondering what else Alex might have said. I nodded in reply, not really knowing what I should say. Andy continued: “He wants me to let you call him, so come to my office when break hits…”

He fixed his leather jacket so it would fit better on his shoulders and passed me, going back to whatever priests do. I sighed and opened the door to class; I went to my seat with many eyes on me. My mind was elsewhere, so I wasn’t paying attention to what Mrs. Bloom was saying, and I also wasn’t paying attention to the various girls texting on their phones and shooting glances at me.

*break time*

I was walking towards the church and sort of freaking out because I was worried of what Alex would say, he was gay for God’s sake, why the fuck would he need ‘girl’ help?

I marched up the steps entering the church. I remembered when I first got here. I hated it; however, I couldn’t not find the place beautiful. I still awed in front of the statues and the amazing paintings. It seemed like forever ago since I first entered this place and jumped out of my skin when the little shit sneaked up on me.

Okay, he didn’t exactly sneak up on me, but I felt like he did.

I walked to the back of the church where there was a wooden door carved ‘PRIEST’ in eye-length. I knocked and opened the door without waiting for an answer.

It was a fairly small room, with just a few old chairs and a dark wooden desk. At a first glance, I thought of the room an empty and cold place. Then I looked at the person sitting behind the desk and it became a lot cozier than before. It was funny, the way one simple person could change your vision of just a room.

“Are you just going to stand there or are you coming in?” he teased.

I realized I was staring at his hands, the way his long fingers played with his blue pen, it switched and circled around his hand and fingers. It was actually fun to watch. I snapped out of it and entered the room, closing the door behind me. Sitting down in one of those old chairs in front of Andy’s desk, I wondered if he would give me his cell phone, and I wondered if I could call my mom or my dad… Since I arrived they didn’t call me, they didn’t even text me, it seemed like they didn’t care for me at all…

“What’s wrong?” Andrew asked quietly, concern in his voice. Dammit, how does this guy always know when I’m thinking about something?

I shook my head, ignoring his question. I observed him while he took a telephone from below his desk and placed it in front of me, while I did; I realized how tired he looked. He had light bags under his eyes and his lips were stuck in a frown. I wondered what had made him so tired, what had made him stay up all night…

“I uh… I don’t think I have his number.” I said shyly, still trying to figure out what has made him so tired and not really paying attention to my question.

He sighed and told me to wait a second before he got out his cell phone and start swiping around the screen, supposedly searching for Alex’s number. He started spelling me the numbers.

Can you spell numbers? Is there a correct word for that? I don’t even know.

Alex answered on the third ring with an enthusiastic ‘Hello’, leading me to guess he was waiting for my call.

“Hey Alex, what’s up?” I replied equally enthusiastic. It’s been a while since I haven’t talked to Alex or Jack. I think Alex and I might’ve talked through the internet but not for very long. I was actually a bit impressed that he’d wanted me to call him for ‘girl’ help or whatever.

“Well, things have been a bit tight over here…” he paused for a moment and said: “Jack and I… we broke up.” He voice lowered while he said ‘broke up’ like they were words that caused him pain.

I didn’t know what to reply… What could I say to comfort him? I didn’t even know if I should say anything with Andrew listening to my every word. So I said the first thing that came to mind, the stupidest if you ask me: “Oh… I-I’m sorry.”

Trying to catch myself I added: “Do you want to meet up?” which gained a tiny glare from the priest in front of me. Not exactly knowing how gay people deal with their break ups I started thinking of what I would do if I broke up with my boyfriend “We could go for ice cream and watch sad, depressing and slightly romantic movies on Netflix if you want…” I ended my sentence with a smile plastered on my face.

I heard a light chuckle from the other end of the line which meant that Alex was totally in for depressing movies with Ben&Jerry. “It's a date then, babe.” I could just hear the smile and the teasing in his tone.

“It’ll be fun, babe.” I said, imitating his voice and earning another, more vicious, glare this time from Andrew. The tired priest pressed his finger on the little button and hung up for me which left me furious at his lack of politeness. I wasn’t exactly finished talking you little shit.

“Um… What the fuck is wrong with you?” I asked in a calming tone at first that increased with every word.

“You are not supposed to have relationships with strangers.” He replied accentuating every word.

“Oh don’t be such a fucker; I know you don’t like Alex. And he's not a stranger.” I spat at him, making him growl at me.

He stood unexpectedly and marched out the office, leaving me sitting there with my hands wrapped tightly from anger around the armrests. After a few seconds I heard a low clap of doors closing. They weren’t the main doors though; those doors were much too big and heavy to make such a clapping sound. That means that there must be another backdoor I am not aware of. I stood and started looking for the way Andrew walked out, I wanted to finally figure out what was it with him and Alex.

The door was actually easy to find, it wasn’t even hidden or anything. It just seemed non important so nobody paid any attention to it. I opened it to reveal a sort of garden, back yard place; with nicely trimmed green grass and a gazebo to the far right. There stood a man in dark clothes, his back to me, leaning against the wooden pillar with smoke coming from his mouth and hands.

Smoke?

I walked towards him and stopped in the center of the gazebo with my arms crossed over my chest. He turned to face me, his blue eyes gazing in mine with a hint of anger but sympathy.

“May I ask again.” I said in more of a statement manner than a question. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

I was so caught up in his eyes that I didn’t even notice the cigarette loosely held in between his fingers, he brought it up to his lips and took a long drag, watching me while he did. He reposed his hand and exhaled the smoke in the sexiest manner I thought possible. Once again, I was impressed with the priest’s non-priest ways.

“Shit, Victoria! There is nothing wrong with me.” His tone was a bit too high for my liking.

“Listen here you little shit,” I said the words without even flinching, anger swelling up little by little deep inside me. “I want to know right now what your problem is with Alex. What the fuck happened between you two that left you not even wanting me to talk to him?!” I swear to the Lord above, if he doesn’t answer me, I will throw a fit.

He threw his hands in the air from exasperation and sighed rather dramatically. “Fucking shit Victoria!” he shouted; making me flinch just slightly from the change of voice and tone. “Alex is my friend. I don’t have any problems with him!”

Well that left me confused. “Then why does it look like you despise him so much!” I equally shouted back at him.

He sighed and lowered his voice, making it even more solemn than before. “I don’t despise him,” he said in an opposite tone of our shouting just before “I despise the idea of him… with you.”

Okay, um… what?

Notes

I was a bit excited with this chapter and definitely excited for the next one coming up soon ! XD I hope you guys like it :3