16 Let's become intimate

"You can't be serious?" inquired Shelley.

"I said it, you heard it. Now, excuse me, girls, there's something we have to do." Jeanne turned her back on Shelly and Raquel to see Ilia. The girl then grabbed the boy's hand. "Let's go."

"Huh!?" A strange voice came out of Ilia's mouth before he handed his body to Jeanne to be pulled away. A little confused, he left the class with her.

Jeanne never let go of Ilia's hand as they walk in the corridor. Her actions attract the attention of the other students who pass by. Those students glanced at them twice before accepting the fact that they were holding each other hands.

"We attract people's attention, they see us," Ilia whispered to Jeanne. His eyes peeked at the girl's face, curious about her expression.

Surprise strike his heart when he saw a smile adorning Jeanne's face. The happiness that the girl emitted made him speechless.

"Then let them see. It's not like I want to hide our relationship," she replied without hesitation.

But I want to hide it or at least, hide it a little bit, Ilia thought. And of course, he didn't voice it. He didn't want to ruin Jeanne's mood.

A moment later, he thought that he had to protect her smile. This thought made his hair stand up but, well, it wasn't an entirely bad mission. So, he takes the mission into his heart.

The boy with a mission lets himself be drawn by the girl he loves. He wears his best kevlar to face the risk of being with the girl but in the end, he felt tired. Receiving negative attention from the other students along the way wears him down. Without realizing it, he sighed.

"You look tired, why?"

Ilia blinked, looked at Jeanne, then shook his head. Weakly, he said, "Nothing, don't think about me."

Hearing Ilia's reply, Jeanne let go of his hand. She walked faster, overtake him, and then stopped to block his path. Seconds later, she placed her left index finger into his mid-chest.

Her action made the boy wonder, "what's wrong?"

"I'm your girlfriend, of course, I'll think about you. You don't have to hide your feelings, you can confide your thoughts to me then depend on me. Supporting each other is a natural thing for lovers, right?" Kindness colored Jeanne's voice.

Ilia's eyes were wide open. For a moment, he looked into the girl's eyes. He then turned his slightly warm face away when he realized that the girl wasn't joking.

"Alright, I'll remember it."

"You can say your thoughts now."

"No, not now, maybe later."

"Boo~," said Jeanne who then puffed her cheeks.

She is cute and her cuteness tries to kill Ilia. To survive, not to make his face redder, he said, "where are we going?"

"The school's roof!"

"That place is out of limit for students but, a quiet place is what I need right now. So let's visit the place," he said then walk to their destination.

"Wait, we have to take the door's key from the teacher's office."

"That's a bad idea, they won't give us the key or even their permission. I know how to open the door to the roof so… let's go."

Jeanne simply nodded to give a reply. And thus, the two of them went to the school's roof. Ilia becomes a guide while Jeanne becomes a tourist who follows him.

Dozens of pairs of eyes still glanced at them along the way but, they no longer got attention after setting foot in a rarely visited part of the school. Within a few minutes, they see a padlocked white door.

"Well, how do you open this door?" Jeanne wondered as she observed the big padlock that sealed the door tightly.

"There's a spare key hidden here so we'll use it," replied Ilia. At the same time, he was busy searching for the key on the bundle of pipes on the walls.

"It makes me curious." Leaving the door, Jeanne approached Ilia who was crouching down. "Tell me the history of that spare key."

"...some basketball club members need a place to smoke. With that, the spare key is created and... I found it!" Ilia raised the key in his hand, showing it to Jeanne.

"What are you waiting for? Use it."

"Sure, your majesty," he replied. His body moved to carry out his queen's decree.

"It was a lame joke and it's not funny at all."

"Oh! You don't like to be treated like a queen?"

"Do I look like a queen to you?"

"...yes," Ilia replied. Simultaneously, the big padlock opens with a click. "You have a vibe-"

Ilia halted his words as he saw Jeanne puffing out her cheeks. From her deeply arched brows, he knew that she was upset.

"Well... Ehem! Sorry about what I said just now and anyway, the door is open. The school's roof is yours." Ilia takes one step back to let Jeanne through.

With a Humph! Jeanne walks past Ilia and the door. Behind her, the boy followed with his head hanging.

The roof was a roof, it was hot, open, and there was almost nothing there. The wind blew freely, they hit Jeanne mercilessly to ruffle her long black hair along with her clothes.

"Be careful, the wind in this place is quite strong."

"You're too late," said Jeanne, who fixed her hair and clothes.

"So, what is this?" Ilia asked. At the same time, he called out to the girl with a wave of his hand. He invited the girl to come closer, to take refuge with him in the shadows of the school's wall.

"Isn't this obvious," replied Jeanne who walked to him. "I want to get away from the crowds, from the annoying teenagers in this school. I don't want them to bother us as we spend time together. We are strangers to each other so I want to shorten the distance between us."

Ilia and Jeanne were facing each other, they were so close, a single hand separated their bodies. This situation made Ilia nervous, unable to voice a word.

A sweet smelled, gorgeous girl so close to him! She is too much for him! Trying not to lost his mind and to restrain his little brother to stand up was painful torture. Some time passed before the virgin said okay pathetically.

"Hmm… do you think my idea was ridiculous?"

"No, why should I think like that? You're right when we have to know each other better."

"Amazing! Now, let's start with this!" Suddenly, Jeanne hugged Ilia. And after she says, "let's have sex." He froze.