More Trouble.

Allisson was out in the garden when Lee-Ann came skipping out. She went to sit by her. Allisson had a white rose in her hand, and was picking the thorns off of it. “Hi,” Lee-Ann said, sitting next to her. “Guess what?” the girl attempted at conversation. “Grace and Rick are still going out! Who knew… but, I hear that now they’re in Grace’s room, doin’ God knows what!” she giggled waiving her hand around.

Allisson shot up from her spot on the grass. Without a single word, she dropped the rose and marched up to the mansion, up the stairs, and to Grace Chender’s room. She took a deep breath and slammed the door open. “Alright, what the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

Grace gasped, and pushed Rick off of her. The boy turned about fifty shades of red, and tried to dash out of the door (luckily, he was still partially dressed.). Allisson just pushed him right back in, and began a scream fest.

“Ok, whose idea was this?!” she gestured at the scattered clothing on the floor. Before either of them could say anything, she continued, “Alright, how old are you?!”

“Seventeen…” Grace whimpered.

“Eighteen.” Rick choked, looking everywhere but at Allisson.

“AND YOU’RE STILL HERE?!” she yelled in disbelief. “Oh, God…”

At that moment, Logan came in. “What’s going o—“ his happy, smiling lips turned into a straight line as his eyes shot daggers at the pair.

“They—they were on the verge of—of…” Allisson jabbed a finger at Rick and Grace.

“Hey!” Grace piped in. “I bet you two have done it! Everybody sees the way you look at each other!”

Allisson stormed over to the girl’s bed and grabbed her upper arm. “I’ll have you know that I don’t jump into bed with any guy. I may share a room with him, but not a bed.” Grace’s bottom lip quivered and tears filled her eyes. “Oh, don’t you pity yourself!” Allisson snapped, just as Logan pulled her away.

He pushed Allisson out of the room and turned around “This won’t be forgotten.” He hissed. Logan came back again to get Rick. By that time there was a small crowd assembled outside. He pulled the boy out and led him to his own room. After muttering some threats, Logan came back to his and Allisson’s quarters.

He opened the door to find her pacing the floor angrily. Logan went to a corner and slumped down in a chair, rubbing his forehead tiredly. “First Thom, now this…”

“I know! Look at them!” Allisson pointed at the closed door. “We’ve got enough problems as it is! This isn’t the place to be doing something like that! THINGS SPREAD HERE LIKE WILDFIRE!!!!” she let herself breathe and put on a mocking smile. “I mean, hey kids! Grab some rubber and to your rooms! Don’t forget to write it in your little diaries, they’re sure to be found!” Allisson’s face turned tired, but still furious. “This is just too much…”

Logan got up and wrapped his arms around Allisson. She put her forehead on Logan’s chest and let a tear of frustration escape her eye. He stroked her shoulders and arms gently, calming her. “Hey…” he whispered, “Shh… Here.” Logan pulled away and walked to the door. “Follow me.”

Allisson stood there for a moment, and then followed. Logan led her into a sunny room, full of brushes, clay, and all kinds of other art supplies. The room smelled like acrylic paint. Logan went to a big closet and extracted an easel. He sat down, attaching paper onto it, and grabbing a coal pencil. Allisson rolled her eyes, but smiled a bit. “You’re going to draw me?”

Logan looked up and nodded. “Sit on that stool, make yourself comfortable.”

“Ok…” Allisson answered uncertainly, and sat down. Logan looked at her intensely, and went to sketching. Every now and then, he would look up at her. Allisson sat and looked Logan over from head to toe. He was so tan, so muscular, so Greek god perfect…

Just as she moved her gaze down to his legs, Logan said, “Ok, done.” Allisson walked around the easel and looked at the drawing. It was precise, with strong lines.

“You drew me with my hair down…” she smiled.

“Yes, I did.” Logan replied, pulling her onto his lap. He placed his lips on hers, leaving one hand on her thigh, the other creeping up her back. He pulled at the elastic that kept her hair together and pulled away. Allisson’s hair spilled on her shoulders, where it curled slightly. Logan looked at her, and then at the drawing. “I was pretty damn close…” he then went back to her lips. He let his fingers tangle in her silky hair.

Allisson heard a soft cough at the door, and shot off Logan’s lap. Logan looked over o see the physics teacher, James. He looked slightly amused, but continued after Allisson’s embarrassed hello. “Ok, Dainer’s out of town, so, Deirdra has TAKEN OVER!” he put mock panic in his voice. “And the doctor called, he wants to speak to you about Thom. That is all, continue.” He gave them a pervy smile, and perved off.

“That was…interesting…” Allisson stammered.

“Yeah, that’s it.” Logan looked around the room. The romantic atmosphere was gone, and the art room was back again. “I guess we should call the hospital?”

“I guess we should.” Allisson walked by him, and took his hand. “It’s gonna be fine.” She said, when she saw Logan heave a nervous sigh.