More time with Light

Hope rested his head on his left arm, and stared out the window. Moro was talking about some upcoming concert, but he didn't give a shit. It was first thing in the morning, and he really couldn't stand the thought of spending the whole day at school. He thought he heard giggling, but he didn't raise his head to check.

"Estheim?" Moro asked. "Am I tiring you?"

Hope sighed. Not this again. Why couldn't she leave him alone?

"No miss," he said, raising his head. She looked satisfied, and carried on talking. She definitely had not forgotten the position she had found him in last week, and her cheeks, suffused with red highlighted this. Hope leaned back in his chair and debated internally what to do. There was no way he was going to school. He couldn't sit through double Geography, and besides he hadn't done any of the homework. The bell rang, and everyone got up. Hope waited for everyone to leave and snuck out the side entrance, leading to the courtyard and the meadow where he had first arrived at the school.

"Where are you going?" a girls voice rang out behind him. Hope didn't bother stopping, but the voice did not go away.

"Hope?" the voice said again. Finally Hope turned around to see who it was.

"Sylvie," he said. She was a girl in his Art class. He thought he had screwed her in the toilet a couple of days ago, but he couldn't remember. Anyway he didn't have time for any of that now.

"Whats up?" she asked.

"Nothing, why?" he replied. He suddenly had the fear that she was going to want to go with him, even though he himself didn't know where he was going.

"Let's go back to your place," she said, taking Hope completely by surprise.

"My place? Why?" he asked, confused.

"There we can fuck all day. You said your mum didn't get back till late." She said. Hope inwardly cursed-he had dug his own grave. He feared that if he refused she would get suspicious, but there was no choice; he really wanted to be alone.

"No thanks," he replied, and started walking away.

"Come on! I'll follow you until you say yes," Hope turned around, looking into her eyes. He was shocked. She looked desperate, far more desperate than she should have; almost like an addict suffering from withdrawal. He sincerely hoped that it had nothing to do with him. However now that he thought about it, Alex had wanted him as well-every day. He really needed to get checked out.

"I'm really sor-" he began.

"Hope!"

"Okay! Fine," he sighed. He really hoped that Light wasn't going to come home early. He didn't know what he would do if she caught him sleeping with this girl.

Hope called a cab, and they travelled back to his home. It was eight twenty in the morning and so the streets were pretty empty. The roar of the ocean could be heard from here, and the azure sky beamed down a shadow upon his back. The air felt heavy, as the heat of the sun began to kick in. Pulse had horribly extreme weather, and no technology had been found to counteract it. Recent evidence from scientists and historians seem to show that the ancient civilisation living on Pulse millennia ago had actually artificially created the inclement weather conditions. Though why, he couldn't guess. Even at this time of year, in September it was unbearably hot. Temperatures reached 35 degrees, and stayed at around 25 at night. The stars shone at night, and the lack of cloud coverage should have meant that temperatures dropped. However for some reason the heat did not leave. In winters, temperatures reached -40 degrees, and apparently the whole ocean froze over-though he himself had not seen it yet.

Hope opened the door and let Sylvie in, whom after asking where his room was, ran straight up.

"What the fuck?" he muttered, as he stared for a few minutes at the stairs that she had run up. Hope followed her slowly and when he got to his room; he found her already mostly naked. She was lying on the bed with only her panties on. They were black, with eagle lace tied around her hips. He had to say that even amongst the hottest girls, she was a catch. Her skin was olive, and her black hair flowed lusciously down to her shoulders. Her eyes brimmed with longing, and not for the first time Hope felt a great sense of forbearance.

"Look what I have," she purred, opening one of her fists revealing an extremely large bag of white powder.

"Is that?" he asked.

"Want some?" she asked, pouring some on her breasts. Hope smiled and got on the bed. He grabbed a rolling paper and smoothed it, before he started snorting. The drug instantly took hold, and trying to keep his hands steady he pulled her underwear off. Grabbing the bag he poured some more on her and snorted it. He gave Sylvia the roll and held the bag, and she took it in direct from there. He continued to pour more over more, whilst he climbed on top of her. Suddenly as if deciding to try something new, he pulled out of her and poured half the bag onto her crotch. Taking the roll from her he started to snort from there, as she moaned in delight.

Had Hope not been so intoxicated he would most certainly have heard the door downstairs open, though by this stage it would have been too late. Sylvia's incessant moaning would have undoubtedly alerted the intruder to their presence. Thus it was that Hope did not notice his bedroom door opening and the lithe figure of Lightning step in; shock painted across her face as she saw what he was engaging in.