Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
THUD.
Alaska was laying unconscious at the bottom of the stairs in the girls dormitory. A group of girls panicked and ran towards her, they were all trying to help yet too afraid to move her incase that would hurt her more. They all looked up when they heard me run down the stairs yelling things such as "ALASKA! Oh my god! She tripped! Are you okay?? Alaska!"
To be fair, I was a great actor.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? CALL 911!!" I yelled at the girl trying to lift her up. She and another girl shot up and started running for the administration, the only place with a proper phone. Too bad it was located in another building well, the building right next to this one , nevertheless a different building.

I hurried over to her body and sat down next to her, pulling her limp body into my lap. My plan had worked, this was all well and dandy.
Some girls were still around us, halfway panicked and wondering if she was okay and trying to help her, halfway wondering who I was. I could sense their concern for her went deeper than her ugly fall.
Who was this guy? Why did they keep seeing him with her, and now she mysteriously fell down the stairs?

To be fair I did not know what was going thro their heads, but I could see them targeting me. I could feel their eyes on me. I needed to get her out of here as soon as possible. This was all according to my incredible plan, but these three girls were almost standing in my way. I figured I needed to get them away.

* * * *

"Andyyyy!"

Alaska whined, I had gotten under her sweater and was now distracting her by kissing her stomach.
"Andy! Andrew!" She hit me over the head with her book, carefully of course, she was a careful person. "This is a super important test, Andy!"
She pulled her sweater up and looked at me, a smile dragged gracefully over her face, and her cheeks went bright red. I returned the smile before I scooted up and placed a big great kiss on her lips.

The best thing about -officially- dating Alaska for approximately a month had absolutely been the sex. Also her great record collection, oh and don't forget the fact that Emma absolutely hates it.
But seriously, the sex. It was great. It would happen at impulse, and it would happen everywhere and anytime. A great example would be now: she was studying for this big test that would count half her grade, but I got bored and kissed her stomach a couple of times.
I got to admit that having sex pretty much all the time did slow down my diabolical plan a bit, hence the month I'd been with her.
I didn't intend on being with her for a month, maybe only a week or two before I put the plan into action.
But then again, who am I to turn down sex all the time.

"Well, that was fun, but I really need to study now." She gave me a look that was intended to be stern but she couldn't keep it up more than a second before she cracked a smile and blushed a little again.
It was amazing seeing a person so in love with someone who couldn't care less for her, or her well being.
And yes, she had definitely fallen for me. She couldn't look at me without this twinkle in her eye and a smug smile on her lips.
She had told me a little while ago when we were laying on her bed intertwined, that I was her first boyfriend, but I wasn't her first experience with "love".
She had been abused for a while by a family friend, but it had stopped after her dad walked in on the guy having a hand down her pants.
That "friend" had made her believe she was in love. She had believed that love was feeling a crippling fear every time her period was late, and that learning how to cover up bruises was a thing every couple did.
I had had felt a little sorry for her when she told me about it, mostly because when she told me about it I started to remember what my father had done to me. Not that I would know how she felt, but I had tried to comfort her and make our bond tighter.
I had even told her about my father, and more stories of my teenage years.
I told her how I would never make her feel that horrible ever again.
That had been the biggest lie I would ever tell her.




* * * *



Alaska was crying when I met her outside the main building at campus.
She had failed her test.
Her whole grade was at stake. I held her, taking my hands through her hair as she was crying into my chest, whining about how her life is basically fucked now.
I suggested going back to her dorm, I could go out and get us both some hot chocolate, and we could put on her favorite record. And I would let her cry on my shoulder.
Of course this offer was too good to decline, so we made our way to the dormitory, she kept her arm around me and her face buried into my side as we were walking.
She felt so safe in my arms, she knew that nothing mattered as long as she was in my arms.
We walked up the stairs. The first part of my plan had now come to an end. Time to start part two.
I stopped halfway up the stairs, a perfect height. The fall wouldn't kill her, well maybe it would who knows, and no one could see us at the moment.
I let her go, and take a hand on her forehead. I look into her eyes as she realize she's being pushed.


Thud. Thud. Thud. THUD.


A sound of bone breaking as she hit the floor. She's unconscious and surrounded by panicked collage girls.
I let myself have a moment of bliss before I put on my worried face and panicked act. Run down. Yell some. Get a few of the girls out. Put on a hell of an acting job for the remaining girls.

I sat still and took my hands through her hair until I could hear the ambulance outside.

Notes

huhuh, poor Alaska.