275 Intermission (1/2)

Summer vacation is slowly coming to an end as it has been almost two whole months since we went on the trip to the beach. It was only after the trip that...I discovered that Loyd had confessed to Alvelyn. I...do not know what I should feel about this, but...it is what it is. Alvelyn never really gave him a response, which I would say will be my reaction if anyone suddenly confessed to me.

The situation between them are...rather awkward for the time being, leading to her reluctance to spend time with the others in fear of—I wouldn't say she is actually afraid, but she just...feels uncomfortable from the awkwardness—seeing him again. As for me, that awkwardness has impacted me somewhat, as I am unsure as to how I should see Loyd after that incident. It's not as if he is a bad person or anything. In fact, I would say as someone who would associate with me from the start, he is anything other than a bad person. But...it's just that knowing your best friend is attracted to your qualities when you are a female, it just...I don't know.

Loyd is a heterosexual, so I suppose there really isn't anything...to awkward for me to deal with, but that awkwardness just exists and made it rather difficult for me to meet with him face to face. According to Alvelyn, Loyd was rather considerate, allowing her the right to not respond to his confession. However...what is done is done, and thus makes things rather...difficult to work with.

Therefore, over the break, Alvelyn mostly spent time with Elise, or on certain occasions, went out with Irina and Muria for some time. As for me...I have another problem to deal with, so I do not have the luxury to devote much of my focus on Alvelyn's inquiries.

”So,” I said as I closed the door to my room with my back while carrying two glasses of water in my hands. ”Why're you here today?”

”That's rude,” the girl with long, light pink hair said as she unlocked my PC and started browsing the internet. ”Is that how you talk to your guests?”

”A guest is someone that the host invites,” I gave Erith my definition of the word 'guest' as I placed the glass of water on the computer desk and sat down on my bed. ”You seem...rather comfortable.”

”It's because you did those things to me that night,” she nonchalantly said. ”You have to take responsibility for your actions.”

”Why did you say it like that,” I sighed. ”That sounds weird. It sounds like I...did something to you in bed or something like that against your will.”

”It was without my consent,” she said while staring at the screen.

”But I didn't do anything physical to you,” I answered.

”Mentally you sort of did,” she said as she spun the chair around and faced me. ”Or do you want to do the physical stuff now?”

”Huh?”

My body tensed up as I saw her get up from the computer chair and walk over in my direction. With a teasing smile on her face, she slowly brought her right hand up to my chest, using her finger to gently trace against my shirt, teasing the skin underneath with the sensation of her touch. Then, she suddenly pushed on my chest, causing me to lay down on the bed while she climbed on top of me with both her hands by my face, pinning me down, as she stared into my eyes with a rather playful look.

”...” I gulped and felt blood rushing to my face while my heart palpitated from this...stimulus.

”Are you ready?” she leaned forward and softly whispered into my ear.

As she did so, slivers of her hair became loose from behind her ear, falling onto my face and tickling me somewhat. The proximity of her from me also allowed me access to her sweet aroma once again, and today, unlike that night at the beach house, she was wearing a perfume that has...rather the stimulating fragrance.

”You're not so ready after all,” she chuckled as she climbed off the bed, allowing me space to sit up once again. ”Did your heart race?”

She stared at me with a...rather impish and yet innocent look. Glancing over at her face, it was difficult for me to even bring up my temper or such, rendering me rather helpless.

”A little bit,” I responded.

I didn't even bother asking her why she did what she just did, as I am sure that I won't get a straight answer. In fact, she wouldn't even give me an actual answer.

”I finished upgrading your drivers,” she said as she spun the computer chair to the side and allowed me a clear view to the computer monitor.

”Was that what you were doing?” I looked over at her and asked.

”Be grateful,” she said, turning her head away in a somewhat annoyed manner. ”I installed the newest graphics card for you for free.”

”I am,” I said, walking over to my computer.

”The processor is still fairly new, so there's no need to upgrade right now,” she said.