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5 Clichés That Didn't Lead To A Kiss and 1 That Di	By : sinecure Category: 1 through F > Community Views: 1500 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Jeff was due back at school any day now and Annie was looking forward to that more than she should be. Probably.
Right?
Ugh.
His original complaints about being awesome and virile enough to overcome any stupid virus that thought it was going to bring him down had fallen by the wayside once he realized the potential of having them wait on him hand and foot. Or, in Pierce's case, sending someone in place of him.
Every day one of the group went to Jeff's place with food, tissues, or medicine. Every day they fled back to school with barely concealed relief.
Jeff had learned very quickly to milk their visits for all they were worth.
That first day Annie went over with Shirley's soup, she'd ended up catering to his every whim until she'd rushed out the door with a quick apology that she hadn't really meant.
Really, she could only take so many requests for one extra cracker, another napkin, a cold glass of water, or medicine from his kitchen cabinet, before snapping at him.
There was a confusing whiny/clingy thing going on with him that made her want to take care of him, but also made her want to... not.
One weekend and four days without him at school seemed like adequate enough time to put things into perspective for her.
And yet.
She was still as confused as ever, and time was running out.
Britta had told them all this morning, among softly clicking needles, that Jeff was back to fighting shape, though he'd coughed a lot and pretended not to be able to get the remote as he sat under his Superman Snuggie during her last visit.
Her lips curved up at the memory of him under the Snuggie; a gift from Troy.
But the smile fell again. He'd be back soon and she'd have to face her attraction to him while being faced with the actual man, not just his memory and the fantasies she held at night.
Heading through the halls, she tried to force her mind onto something other than Jeff, but the simple truth was that he'd almost kissed her three times recently and that was... confusing, even though the last one was just an attempt to show how healthy he was. He'd told her after the Tranny dance that the kiss had been a mistake, a spur of the moment, heat of passion kind of thing. That they should remain friends and forget it ever happened.
And she eventually had.
Until she saw him again that first day back. And every day after.
But, apparently, she was too young, so, she'd pushed it all to the back of her mind. Now, if he would just stop almost-kissing her, she might be able to keep it that way.
Pushing past a group of girls and their intense discussion about boxers vs. briefs, she rounded a corner and leaned against the wall. Jeff confused her. To be fair, she was pretty sure he was confusing himself as well. One minute, he was distant, yet supportive. The next, he was trying to kiss her and-
It hurt. It made her feel like he thought he could treat her any way he wanted so long as it was what he wanted. Did he care at all that she'd been fighting her attraction to him for months? That she'd cried over him? That each and every woman he bragged about sleeping with hurt her just a little?
She hated this, feeling this way.
Life was beginning to suck. A lot.
Students rushed past her, heading this way and that, going about their equally troubled lives. Really, she had no excuse to sulk about a man kissing her or not kissing her when they were probably dealing with drugs or death or damaged cars.
Pushing away from the wall, she heard a girl down the hall scream. Then another. People began jumping to the side, out of the way of something. Annie was about to do so as well when she heard a motor. A moped?
Too late!
The driver-Mike, in his sleeveless hoodie and fingerless gloves-saw her and tried to swerve, but there were too many people crowding around him. "Get out of the way," he shouted to her, waving his arm, which only made the moped wobble more, and then he lost control of it.
She couldn't move in time.
Something knocked into Annie, sending her flying out of the way of the bike. She landed on her back on the floor, feeling someone heavy land on top of her, pressing her harder onto her book-filled backpack.
The moped continued out of the building, leaving behind moans and groans and angry shouts.
Pain radiated along her lower back. "Oww." But it was better than being run over. Wasn't it? Probably. "Ow." Head pounding-had she hit it?-she looked up at her rescuer, half convinced of his identity just from his smell and the feel of his body.
She was right.
Jeff's voice rang out from somewhere above her. "What the hell, Chang? Get off of her." He grabbed Chang's backpack and dragged him from where he'd been splayed on top of her, ostensibly to protect her.
"I was saving your woman, Winger. Mission accomplished. You're welcome."
"The only mission you accomplished was get the hell out of here." Jeff knelt down, hand reaching out to almost touch her forehead. "Geez, Annie, I leave you guys alone for a few days and look what happens. Are you okay?"
"Not really," she said, voice raised in pain, trying not to notice that his voice still sounded sexy.
Not fair. And not all right.
There was nothing about her that was all right just then. Pain and hurt and Jeff, not all of it done by the near-miss. She tried to sit up, to get into a more comfortable position, but when she moved, her back complained. "Ow." She stared at the ceiling, trying to take stock of her injuries. She reached down to brush off her legs and- "Oh, god. I can't feel my legs!"
Jeff's eyes widened and he shifted, falling on her a little.
She drew in a sharp breath, realizing her hand was on his leg and his was... "Never mind. False alarm. Yeah, I can- I can feel that, Jeff."
His hand jerked back from between her thighs. "Sorry." His lips curved up as he gave a small shrug. "Not at all awkward." But then his smile slipped away and his eyes darted to hers. "You know it was an accident, right?"
Nodding with a small sigh attached to it, she grabbed her back, where the pain was worst. Her fingers felt sticky. Lifting them, she stared at the red covering her palm and fingers. "Jeff." Her voice shook and she had trouble holding the fear in.
"Chang," Jeff called, "make yourself useful and get the nurse."
Chang hovered for a few seconds more, hands braced on his backpack straps before running off down the hall. "Can do, Winger. Make way! Out of my way! Make room... emergency... wooo-wooo-wooo!"
Jeff's hand dropped to her waist, gently touching her before trying to shift her in order to see where the blood was coming from. And he looked slightly worried now, which only fueled her own fears. "You're fine. It's just a little scratch. You'll be up and at 'em in no time, kiddo."
Annie rolled her eyes, seeing blurry students standing around them. "Really, Jeff?" Sharp pain sliced through her back again. "Oh, no. My Sharp Instruments of Man diorama!"
"I'll finish it," Jeff promised, brushing her words away as he pulled a tissue from his pocket and dabbed gently at her forehead. "You're bleeding," he explained, moving her hand aside when she reached up curiously to where he was touching her.
She really hoped it wasn't a used tissue.
"Just relax. Take a break." His eyes flickered down to hers as a small smile lifted his lips. "Look at it like a teeny, tiny little vacation. A chance to goof off."
She smiled softly, recognizing the words, and realizing he'd returned. "You're back."
"Fit as a fiddle that's only been slightly abused." Worry was still visible around the corners of his eyes, which scared her, because Jeff wasn't an emotional broadcaster.
She tried to move, but it only hurt worse. "Kind of hard to relax when my diorama props are stabbing me in the back."
His hand gingerly prodded her side. "Only you would attempt Death By Schoolwork."
"Ow. Don't make me laugh. I really think the switchblade might've pierced my kidney."
"I can't see a thing." He looked intently up and down the hall. "What's taking so long?" It was sweet that he was concerned about her, but she didn't fool herself into thinking it meant anything other than friendship. Which was good, because that's what they were now; friends.
And would always be.
She winced, sucking in another sharp breath. Tears pricked her eyes. As much as she was joking about it, there really was a lot of pain and she was sure at least one of the sharp instruments from the diorama had pierced her flesh. It was uncomfortable on the ground though, so she forced her arms to lift her into a sitting position.
A groan left her, but the pain lessened a little.
Jeff grabbed her arms and helped her settle against the wall. She scooted up with a wince, closing her eyes as pain shot through her. Blood trickled down her back.
As she blinked the tears back, she felt Jeff's hand on her cheek. "Hey. You're gonna be fine."
Not daring to breathe for fear that it would disappear-it felt so warm and comforting-she opened her eyes slowly.
His other hand brushed her hair from her cheek. His face swam before her eyes. Close. So close to hers. "Hang in there," he said softly.
Don't call me kiddo, she silently begged, as his eyes found hers. They softened in a way she so rarely saw, but treasured every time. Something in her melted and she was momentarily numb, feeling no pain. She leaned forward the slightest bit, anticipating warm, familiar lips on hers despite her mental insistency that they were just friends. A second passed, and then another. She could feel his breath on her face.
"Oh, no, you two go ahead and make out. I'll just wait to check for spinal damage and pierced lungs later."
A shadow fell over them.
Annie glanced up to see Nurse Jackie standing above them in a shaft of sunlight from the windows.
"Take your time," he muttered.
Jeff jerked back and then got to his feet. Annie's heart, which had tripled from their near-kiss, sank as she saw him close his eyes, clearly angry with himself for almost kissing her again.
He didn't want to want her.
"Where does it hurt?" Nurse Jackie asked, kneeling beside her.
"Everywhere," she whispered, turning her head away from Jeff.
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