Suffocation.

Graham and I have locked ourselves in a blissful bubble, ignoring all responsibility and people from the outside world for the rest of spring break. We spent every waking moment, tangled in between the sheets of his bed, or with me pressed up against some wall or flat, hard surface, becoming one person, over and over again.

But that came to an all but abrupt end when I had to return home the night before everyone would be returning to school.

"What have you and Lola been doing locked up all break?" my dad asked at the dinner table.

"She wanted to proof read her college essays," I said simply.

"College essays? What school is going to accept essays with late in the year?" Denise asked in a mocking voice. She didn't try to hide the fact that she doesn't approve of Lola, but I didn't care.

"She's going to community college," I lied. She wasn't even going to college.

"Well that's no education."

I didn't bother arguing with her any further. Our views on education were too far on opposite sides of the spectrum to come to common ground. I finished my dinner without uttering another word; excusing myself hastily stuffing the last bite of chicken I had left on my plate into my mouth and downing it with a gulp of water. Daphne wasn't present at dinner, I hadn't seen her all spring break either. She claimed to have some big project that she had to finish with her group of friends, but I knew better. She was lying to the family as well. I was sure that she spent the rest of the break the same way I did; having sex and being absolutely, ridiculously in love.

Sleeping was hard, especially since the recurring nightmares that I've been having and the fact that Graham wasn't there to ward them away with his kisses. And by the time my alarm clock rang, I had only managed a few, terrifying hours of sleep.

I got up anyways, showering then dressing in the same white, collared button-on and my gray skirt that goes down to almost my knee. I forgo my tights; it's getting warmer and aren't needed to keep my legs warm. I do change my shoes from flats to wedged, black booties that give me three extra inches in height.

I asked Daphne to take me to school, claiming I didn't have any gas, because I knew she had a meeting after school and that would give me an excuse to ask Graham for a lift back home, able to spend time with him without people questioning it.

"Hey cripple," I heard Lola's voice from behind me as I entered the gymnasium.

"I'm not cripple anymore," I smile.

"Yeah, but you'll always be crippled to me."

I laughed; she had traded her short black wig for a long blonde one that gets darker with length. "Nice hair."

"Thanks my grandma kept going on about how gothic I looked when I wore the black one, so I conned her into getting me this one. Now I look like one of those bitchy girls you see on TV."

"Well now your look can match your bitchy personality."

Lola winked, adjusting the wig slightly until her colorful hair was hidden from sight.

"Hey ladies, any time you want to start is good for me," we heard Graham call from next to the bleachers, clipboard in hand ready to start roll call.

"So sometime next month then?" Lola joked, starting for the bleachers.

"If anyone asks you, I spent the whole weekend with you, proofreading all the mistakes on your college essays," I whispered into Lola's ear as we took a seat.

Lola turned to give me a devilish look. "I will, but you have to tell me what you were doing and who you were with."

"I can't tell you who I was with, but I think you know what I was doing," I smirked.

"Oh you little slut. And here I was, feeling sorry for your ass cause you're cripple."

"The crutches were obviously just a strategic ploy, I'll let you borrow them if you ever decide to kick Michael to the curb," I said talking about her boyfriend.

"Never. But I might use them and pretend to be a hurting patient and the only way to relieve the pain is if he sticks me with his rod," Lola grinned. It amazed me at some of the things she said out loud.

"Ladies," Graham called to us. We hadn't realized that the rest of the class had gone to the locker rooms to change.

"Sorry, Mr. Rhodes," I wink at him when Lola wasn't looking, biting my lip at the same time.

Normally I would sit next to Graham and watched as the rest of the class did whatever he told them to, but not today. Graham took the class outside and told me to sit on the bleachers in the gym and grade the papers that he hadn't gotten to grade during spring break. And when I asked him to take me home at the end of the day he gave a quick nod before walking away from me completely.

He didn't even talk to me as we got into the truck at the end of the day and drove off school grounds. It was only when we sat parked in front of my house that I mentioned his coldness. "What's wrong? You're acting different."

"You need to wear those tights. It took everything in me not to look at your bare legs today because I knew that if I even stole a glance that I'd break all the rules and end up fucking you in front of the entire class."

I laughed loudly at his bluntness, glad that there was nothing wrong with him other than the fact that he's horny. "Well we're alone now, why don't you show me what you would have done to me in front of the entire class."

"When does Toby and Mel come home?"

"About forty-five minutes. Denise has a meeting with the board that the club tonight, Daph is going to be at school until late then she's going over to A.J.'s for dinner and my dad always is at work until like seven."

"Good, come on."

Graham took me by the hand and led me through the front door and straight into my room as if this was his house. He wasn't into wasting any time removing my blazer and the cross tie I wore around my neck. Kissing and sucking at the exposed skin on my neck as he undoes each button my my blouse as my fingers grasp the hem of his tee shirt after pushing his jacket off his shoulders and removing the shirt over his head.

I was standing in my bra and panties, my skirt in a pool around the wedged booties I still wear, with Graham looking down on me hungrily. I wanted him to. I wanted to kiss every inch of his body, feel his hands on mine. I wanted to feel him in me, making me feel so many things all at once.

Graham knew how badly I wanted him; anybody could see it in the way I looked at him, practically pleading for him to take me. He did, moving his hands to grip onto my butt, picking me up to carry me to my bed where he deposited me into the middle of it. In one swoop, his tennis shoes, gym shorts and boxers were off and he busied himself with removing my shoes first, followed by unhooking me bra.

Hot, almost painfully slow kisses trailed down my body, starting at my neck, stopping briefly to give attention to my erect nipples that begged to be played with, then down to the rim of my panties, tracing the outline with his tongue before sliding them down my legs. Graham kissed me there, at the apex of my thighs. One, two, three small kisses until I was writhing underneath him, begging for some relief with his tongue.

He gave it to me, after a while of begging. Flicking his tongue over my small nub, making me shout out each him he grazed it with his teeth. But it wasn't enough, I needed him in me. "Graham, please. I need to feel you."

"You've got it babe," Graham laughed quickly coming up to kiss me so I could taste my own arousal.

I felt him slide into me making me arch my back, pushing myself further into him in pleasure. Pushing himself into me until I couldn't take anymore of him then almost removing himself completely before slamming back into me. The once quiet room filled quickly with the sounds of my moans and his animal like growls.

"What the fuck?" an outside voice shouted.

Graham froze, still inside of me, and we both turned towards the door. Bobby stood in the doorway with his hand still on the doorknob looking mortified.

"Oh my god, Bobby. What are you doing here?" I whispered finally able to speak.

"Graham get your dick out of my sister so I can fucking kill you," Bobby said in a surprisingly even, and quiet tone of voice and ignoring my question.

Graham did what he said, quickly. Getting up and putting his boxers and gym shorts back on, I covered myself with a sheet and crawled to the edge of my bed where my cotton robe still laid from this morning.

"Bobby it's not what it looks like," Graham tried to tell him. Talking to Bobby like he was some wounded animal.

"Oh so you weren't fucking my sister. That's good, what were doing then?"

"Well, yeah we were having sex," Graham said causing Bobby's face to gleam red.

"So is it some new erotic physical therapy that your doctors wanted you try because if you didn't have sex you'd lose the ability to walk altogether?"

"Bobby, please. Let us explain," I said with tears coming to my eyes.

"No," he turns to me, holding a finger up. "I will deal with you in a minute."

"Don't talk to Lennon like that," Graham said, defending me.

Bobby laughed, mockingly. "You don't have that right to tell me what I can and cannot do!" He shouted, his anger increasing by the second. "I'm going to kill you."

"Bobby," I pleaded his name with tears in my eyes. "I love him."

"You love him? You're eighteen."

"Yeah Bobby, he's eighteen. She's not a child. This is consensual, do you really think that little of me that I would take advantage of Lennon."

We were all silent for a moment. Bobby and Graham standing at arm’s length from each other as I sit on the edge of my bed, taking in the scene through puffy eyes. And I thought Graham had convinced Bobby that what he walked in on was okay, but suddenly Bobby threw his arm, connecting his fist with Graham's hard jaw and I let out a scream as they fall on the floor, wrestling with each other, trying to get the upper hand.

"Stop!" I scream, jumping off the bed to try and intervene.

It's no use, they're both too strong and determined for me to do anything but stand back and watch as Bobby and Graham fight each other, blood starting to smear on their faces.

They both grew tired of swinging at each other’s faces and the fight wore down until they were both lying flat on their back and staring up at the ceiling with staggering breaths, effectively ignoring my presence.

"You always harp on me about needing to find someone that I can settle down with, and I have. I love Lennon, Bobby, like you love Frankie. I'm sorry that she's your sister and that she's eighteen and I'm twenty-six, or that her teacher. I hate all of that, but I can't change it."

"No, you can't change it. But you're going to stop it. You won't see each other anymore and I don't press charges, understand?" Bobby looks at Graham and then at me.

I want to tell him no but Graham beats me to it. "Okay."

"And you're completely dead to me, as far as I know, you don't exist."

Bobby got up but didn't leave my room until Graham gathered his things and left. I could feel him staring holes into me but I refused to look at Bobby, I didn't want to see how upset that I made him. I tore him and his best friend apart, but he tore me and my best friend apart as well.