Angel, Put Me Back Together Again

Franks POV

I slowly walked up to the door of Christine's classroom. I stopped short before I got to the door. I felt like I physically couldn't make my feet move one more step. I couldn't control the feeling of guilt that washed over me. I shouldn't feel guilty. It had been days and I hadn't heard back from Angela. Somehow she knew it was me on the phone that night, yet she still hadn't called. My initially reaction used to be just say fuck it, and move on to the next girl. You would think after months, I would somehow regress back to my old ways, but I just can't forget about her. Maybe Christine is the distraction I need, for now anyway.

Besides, I don't even know what she had planned for the night. I wasn't sure how to dress so I picked a happy medium. I wore a plain white v-neck with my worn black leather jacket, a pair of jeans and my high tops. I figured the absence of a band shirt would help if we were going somewhere nice.

I took a deep breath and forced myself to step forward. I peered in through the class. Christine was standing at the front packing things into her bag as she talked. She must be finishing up. She hadn't seen me in the doorway yet. If I wanted to leave, this was my last chance. Would it make class awkward? Would she fail me on purpose if I stood her up? I didn't have time to find out. As I was contemplating, I saw her catch me from the corner of her eye and she smiled, giving me a quick wink before turning back to her class.

I grabbed a bench near the door while I waited for her. I feel like this should feel more awkward. Shouldn't it be strange to be going out with my teacher? I just realized I don't really know how old she is. She said she was a grad student. Wouldn't that make her like 25? Now I was starting to feel weird. What if she wanted to go out to the bars? I couldn't get in. I felt really childish all of a sudden. Just then the door flew open and a small group of people came filing out. After all the students had left, I stood up and made my way over to the class. I opened the door to see her throwing her bag over her shoulder. She saw me and smirked as she grabbed a stack of papers off the desk that wouldn't fit into her already bulging bag.

"Care to help?" She asked, offering the stack to me. I fumbled as I pulled my hands out of my jacket pockets and took the papers from her. Without saying anything else, she walked out of the room and down the hall. I didn't ask question. We made our way outside and over to the parking lot. I was surprised to find that she drove a smaller, older car. She had to unlock the back door from the inside. As I handed her the papers, she must have seen the look on my face.

"Hey, don't make fun of Darcy."

"Darcy?" I said, trying to hide my smirk. "You named your car?"

"Yes. Her and I have been through a lot together. She's actually pretty reliable." She said as she took the papers from me and placed them in the back before retrieving a duffle bag. I cocked my head to the side.

"What's that?"

"Well, I wasn't actually sure where we were going tonight, so I figured I'd base it off of how you dressed. Hold this." She handed me her heels she had been wearing. I watched as she pulled a pair of jeans out of the bag.

"Oh, sorry..." I mumbled as I started to look away.

"Oh, you're ok. I'm pretty discreet." She said as she pulled them on under her skirt. Once she had them on, she slipped her skirt off and threw it in the bag. She then pulled out a T-shirt and turned her back to me. She quickly pulled off her top and I felt heat rush through my whole body. She didn't ask me to look away, but I forced myself to stare at anything but her once I caught a glimpse of her sheer, laced bra. I ignored the instinctive feeling that shot to my groin and began scanning the parking lot to make sure no one was looking. It was pretty dark, so it didn't really matter.

"You can look now." She chuckled. I turned around to find her, thankfully clothed. She also was sporting a solid blue v-neck and one of those black half jackets. She took the heels from me and threw it in the back seat. She now had on a pair of skinny jeans and very worn looking converse. I don't know why this shocked me so much. We had already discussed some of the things we had in common. She smiled at me as she pulled her purse onto her shoulder. "So, where do you wanna go?"

"Umm... I'm not sure."

"Ok... Crowded or not so crowded?"

I hesitated for a minute. I was afraid if I asked for a place with a lot of people we would end up at a bar. If I said not so crowded I would be worried about how many people weren't there, and maybe she would think ... ah, fuck it.

"Crowded."

"Well, hop in. I'll drive."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. I asked you out tonight, remember?" She said as she opened up the drivers door and slid into the car. I shook my head and climbed into the passengers seat. As luck would have it, we ended up at a bar. As she put the car and park and began to shut it off I figured this was the best time to tell her.

"So, I'm not actually 21 yet..." I was thankful the car was dark because my face was burning. I felt really stupid right now. She just looked at me and smirked the way she always does, like she knows something I don't.

"I know."

"So how am I going to get in?"

"I've got it taken care of. Just wait right here." She got out of the car and left me there. I sat awkwardly looking around her vehicle, waiting for her to come back. As I glanced around I noticed she had a lot of clothes in the back. It almost looked like she was using it as a closet. I snapped back to attention when I heard her door open again.

"Here." She through a bracelet at me. "Put that on. It'll get you in."

"How'd you get it?" I asked as I peeled back the tape to reveal the sticky side, being careful not to stick it to my skin.

"I took an extra one when the door guy want looking. Let's go!" She said in a hurried voice. I shook my head as I followed her to the front door. As we approached the guy at the door I began to feel a little nervous. I felt her hand and looked down to see she had laced her fingers with mine. I took a gulp and held my breath as she strutted through the door flashing a smile at the door man along with her bracelet. He returned her smile and nodded. I just flashed my wrist at him. He stopped smiling, but nodded at me as well. It actually looked like he was pissed I was with her. It felt pretty good, actually.

I let out the tank of air I was holding in when we were finally inside. She let go of my hand and turned around to face me.

"You like it?" She yelled over the music. I just nodded and shoved my hands in my jacket pockets. "You want a drink?" She shouted again.

"Yeah. Rum and coke."

"What?" She leaned in a little closer to me, unable to hear over the music.

"Rum and coke!" I yelled louder this time. She laughed and shook her head. She grabbed my face and brought it to hers quickly. I panicked for a second when I realized she had just put her ear to my mouth. I took in a shaky breath before repeating myself again. "Rum and coke." I was finally able to say in a normal voice with her this close to me. She pulled away and nodded before zigzagging through people to get to the bar. I scanned the room for a place to sit. I saw a couple getting up from a corner table and stumble out of the bar. I quickly made my way over to it and sat down.

As I surveyed the room a little closer, I decided that it want so bad. It was poorly lit but I kind of liked that. There was an area of chairs and tables, where I was at, then there was a section for dancing. The dance floor was packed. It was a Friday night though. I looked back over to the bar to see Christine looking for me. I managed a whistle loud enough to get her attention along with some other girls who giggled thinking it was for them. She smiled an wove herself through the random bodies till she was next to me. She sat down my drink along with hers and two shot glasses.

"What's that?" I asked leaning towards her, examining the amber liquid.

"Fireball. It's whiskey. You'll like it." She said picking up her own shot glass. She titled her head to me as she clanked them together. "Ready for a long night?"

"Do I have a choice?" I yelled as the music somehow got impossibly louder. She smirked before raising it to her lips, shooting it back quickly. I followed suit, feeling the hot liquid rush down my throat. I closed my eyes and shook my head. When I opened them I saw Christine mimicking my actions. She threw her head back and laughed as she slammed the shot on the table. I couldn't help but laugh along with her, sipping from my rum and coke which was surprisingly less effective after that shot of whiskey. I stretched my legs out and prepared for a crazy night ahead of me.

After a couple hours of throwing back more shots and drinking two more rum and cokes, it was safe to say I was drunk. Somehow Christine convinced me to join her on the dance floor where I really didn't care if I made a fool of myself. Everyone seemed to be in their own little worlds. Like the couple I saw early, Christine and I stumbled out of the bar and back into the streets. We started to walk to her car when it dawned on me.

"Woah, you can't drive."

"Why not?" She asked as she stumbled along the sidewalk, her arm wrapped around me for support.

"You're drunk."

"I'm fine." She said just as she hit a raised part of the sidewalk causing her to fall forward. I shot my hand out and grabbed her, pulling her back to my side. She looked at me and frowned. "I'm drunk..." She said sheepishly. The wind began to pick up and she shivered, getting even closer to me.

"What if we walked back to my car on campus?"

"Pft, are you crazy." She said, a little hiccup escaping her.

"No like... it's cold enough that if we walk there, maybe will be sober by the time we get there and I can... I can drive you back to your car." I huffed, trying to steady myself. Maybe if I convinced myself I was getting sober, it would work. After a minute she agreed to the long walk.

About forty five minutes later, we walked up to the car shivering. It was nearly two in the morning. To be honest, I really did feel fine now. I started to unlock my car to let Christine in when I heard her curse behind me.

"Shit!"

"What?" I whipped around quickly to see what was wrong. She looked at the building then back to me.

"I left one of my bags in the classroom. I just remembered."

"Oh... is the school still unlocked."

"We can check."

I locked my car back up and walked with her up to the building. I was surprised to find that it was still unlocked.

"Come on. Let's make this quick." She said as she made her way down the hall to her class. I followed her as she walked into the classroom. I flicked the light on but heard her hiss at me.

"Leave it off." She said just above a whisper. I quickly turned it back off.

"Why?"

"In case someone sees us. I don't want to get caught."

"We're only going to be here for a second.... Christine?" I asked. I didn't hear her. "Did you find it?" I called again. I heard something moving around but she didn't answer. I took a few steps into the dark room, feeling around for something, anything. At that moment I felt her hand grip mine. I jumped and let out a sigh.

"Damn, Christine don't scare me like that. Why didn't you--"

I was quickly cut off when I felt her lips crash into mine. It was sort of sloppy and she was falling against me, probably still drunk. I stumbled back with her until I felt my back hit what I was assuming the chalkboard. I was finally able to pry her lips off of mine and I gasped for air. I felt her reattach her lips to my neck and I couldn't help the groan that came out deep in my throat. Maybe I was still a little drunk.

"Chris--Christine, stop. I can't..." I reached my hands up to push her away when I realized all I felt was that lacey bra from earlier. I closed my eyes, though I couldn't really see anything to begin with, and let my head fall back against the chalkboard. I felt her smile against my skin then pull away.

"You wanted to see my other tattoo..." She breathed out. I felt her put my hand in hers and began guiding them down her stomach. I felt my hands stop at the top of her pants, and by now I was shaking.

"Please ..." I was begging. Now I wasn't so sure for what though. She used my hands to unbutton and unzip her pants before the fell around her ankles. She then took my hand, tracing it over, what felt like, matching lace underwear and to her hip. I felt myself shaking again, unable to stop the tremors race through me, straight to my groin. I felt the raised part of her skin where the tattoo must be. She guided my hand back up her side just under her bra, slowly, letting me feel the whole thing. I could feel the goosebumps on her skin as my calloused fingers began to trace back over it by myself. I barely noticed that her hands weren't holding mine anymore. I felt her shift away from me, stepping out of her jeans before pressing herself against me again. I took in a shaky breath and managed to find my voice.

"What is it?" Was the only intelligible thing I could think of right now.

"A Phoenix. It's black, and red...orange...white..."

I felt a little better when I realized she was just as nervous as I was. I could hear it in her voice. I figured i might try to talk her out of whatever she was trying to do. I tried to move away from her when I felt myself growing, straining against my jeans. I groaned again when she had noticed and slowly started squeezing and groping me through my jeans. I wanted I stop her but I couldn't focus. I couldn't deny how good this felt. I didn't realize how long it had been...

"Frank..." She breathed out my name and I felt my whole body shudder. I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn't form words. As good as this felt, it just didn't feel right, but how could I stop her? I felt her hands run down my sides, down to the button of my pants. I gripped the edge of the board when I realized she was kneeling in front of me. I shut my eyes even tighter, fighting the natural urge to let her do this, to throw her across that desk behind us, but everything got fuzzy as she pulled my jeans down, purposefully running her hands down the length of me on her way. I instinctively reached my hand out, running my fingers through her hair.

"Angela..." I sighed out. I tensed at her name, not even realizing I had said it out loud. Christine didn't seem to notice either as she began to kiss the sparrows on my hips...