UNHELPED II

Lisa? My first name again?

"Why only with me?"

Heavens please, her response should soothe my feelings.

"I am not sure. Maybe because you are my Mentor."

Mentor? Could she be telling the whole truth?

"If I wasn't your Mentor, could there be another reason?"

"Another reason?" She searched my face and shook her head.

I must stop now. Uriel thinks of me as just her Mentor.

"Your best friend?" Yet I pushed on.

"My best friend?"

"What? Can't we be best friends?"

"No, we can't be." She laughed, and that gave me a new idea to tingle her to laugh more.

"I can make a best friend."

"No, you can't."

"I can't?" I stood and dangled my fingers in the air to her amusement.

"Wait, Senior Lisa, don't tingle me."

"Then let's be best friends," I said as I covered the space between us.

"No, I won't be your friend."

"You mean girl," I said and slid my fingers under her armpits and began to tingle her.

She twisted, laughed, and begged for mercy. When I refused to stop, she rested her head on my shoulder, slightly away from my neck, laughing and breathing on me.

Her hot breath on my skin put me to an abrupt stop, and she also stopped laughing but continued breathing on my neck.

Each carbon dioxide from her nostrils and the air from her mouth tingled my skin, and I closed my eyes to absorb the effect.

"Senior Lisa," Uriel suddenly called and the movement of her lips left coldness on my skin.

"Yes…"

"You are shivering…"

No, please. Don't read my body motion. Don't try to understand my situation.

"I am not."

"You are," Uriel insisted. "Your shoulder is shaking," she said and to my surprise, she kissed me on the spot, leaving me with sensations.

"What are you doing?" My lips trembled as I asked.

"Pointing out the shaking part of you, Lisa."

Lisa? No, Uriel, not this time.

"Don't call me Lisa."

"Why? Is Lisa, not your name, senior Lisa?"

"Uriel…"

"You are shaking even more."

"I am not."

"You are. Your neck is shaking," she said and like she had done on my shoulder, she kissed me.

"Stop…"

"Why, Lisa? Don't you like it?"

I don't understand what Uriel is playing at. I can't believe she is comfortable tempting me. whatever she is up to, if she does not stop now, I won't be responsible for my next action.

"Stop…"

"Do you want me to?"

Damn it!

I took her off my neck, brought her to my face and before she could give out a smile, I cupped her face and took her lips.

I kissed her as starved as I had been. I have wanted to do this since I met Uriel, and it feels like magic. It is magical to have our lips joined in a deep kiss. Her lips are as soft as I imagined and the deeper I kissed her, the tighter I gripped her face.

But then, Uriel began to struggle. She had responded to my kiss until now. She moved haggardly and I could feel she wanted to pull out.

"Get off me!" She screamed and pushed me away to my shock.

"Uriel…"

"You sneaky gay!"

"What?"

"So it was true, you are attracted to me!"

"Uriel…"

I didn't expect this turnout.

"How could I not believe them?" She groaned.

Them? She tempted me into opening up. Was this a plan?

"To think I have been undressing before you," Uriel spitted. "I feel so disgusted."

How can Uriel change into someone I do not know? Hasn't she been cute, shy, and sweet? She is scaring me.

"Uriel, I don't understand," I stammered in fear. "I thought you wanted this."

"Wanted it?" She scoffed. "You think I am into girls like you? You think I could choose an abomination?"

Uriel isn't what I had believed her to be. Gosh! My heart is broken.

"I am sorry," I wept.

I have many reasons to cry. First, it is not because Uriel doesn't feel the same way; that is the least of my reasons. I am crying because she had only put me up for a test, experiment, and trial. I feel used and violated. But I am not sure I have the right to feel that way when I was the one who kissed her so deeply.

"I am sorry, Uriel. It won't happen again."

"Yes, it won't because you know what, Lisa, I am telling everyone that you are gay and I believe you understand what that means."

"Uriel, please."

I made to hold onto her gown, but Uriel flipped me off.

"One advise," she said with no remorse. "Go pack your bags and get ready to be expelled, gay Lisa."

I fell to the floor, wailing and begging Uriel to have mercy on me.

I do not know how things become so ugly between us. It is alright if she doesn't feel the same way. I do not mind that she found out I like girls. I am okay with that, but she should please keep my secret and let me stay in school, for the sake of my parents.

"Uriel…Don't."

"One more thing," she squatted to my level. "I have everything taped."

I followed her eyes to her piled schoolwear on a desk to see the hidden recorder.

"Oh god! Why Uriel?"

"Why? The Reverends would need evidence to believe me when I tell them. I wonder how they would feel to hear their wonderful Prefect cared for girls because she likes them."

"Don't do this to me, I am begging you." I cried and pleaded like a child. "I am sorry I kissed you."

"I feel sorry for your sinful life."

Uriel said, and walked out of the classroom, leaving me to my brokenness, regrets, and tears.

I am done for. It is a matter of hours before I am sent out of Louis Nobis.