Mr Five

Chrissy’s sunny smile dimmed the moment she crossed the threshold into her English class, noticing that Eddie had moved from his usual seat beside her. Her heart, that had just been skipping along excitedly in tandem with her feet all the way down the hall, sank slowly down to her stomach.

Had she done something wrong?

She quickly racked her brain over the last week, trying to remember what she might have said or done to make him not want to sit next to her anymore… she had laughed a little loudly yesterday when he took on an English accent while reading through one of the scenes they had been assigned to memorize together (that they will then later have to perform at the end of the semester). God, she had even snorted, it was so embarrassing… but Eddie had only laughed louder, getting a reprimand from Mrs. Barkley.

He hadn’t seemed mad at all then, he was smiling ear to ear, with each and every one of his teeth, but maybe he was really annoyed with her that she got him in trouble after all?

Or maybe he was upset that she couldn’t study with him Friday night. She had tried so hard to get out of dinner with Jason’s parents, but Jason made it very clear that rescheduling wasn’t an option when he drove her home after school. Eddie insisted it was fine and not to worry, but even over the phone she could tell he was disappointed. She should have tried harder. She should have spoken up instead of giving into Jason again.

Chrissy was jarred out of her thoughts and concerns when Greg Dawson and Mallory Bush brushed past her with curt apologies under their breaths. She was standing frozen in the doorway, blocking entry to the other students who were starting to filter in. Cheeks burning, Chrissy finally moved, slowly approaching Eddie who was now sitting at the desk directly behind hers, doodling dark, vast worlds within the columns of his notebook.

Somehow hearing her quiet, reluctant shuffling, he tilted his head back to look up at her and she went still again.

He grinned, looking especially impish at this angle with his long hair falling back. “Hey, Cunningham.”

Her stomach did a little back flip whenever he called her that.

“Uh hi,” she murmured softly, hoping he couldn’t see the blood she felt creeping up her face. Trying to appear calm and unbothered, she skirted around him to her seat, shrugging off her backpack and setting it on her desk.

“…Why are you sitting back there?” she asked him with feigned casualty, trying valiantly not to glance back him, lest he see right through her facade.

Unfortunately, his lack of response eventually baited a cautious peek over her shoulder.

“Barkley made me move,” he was still smiling, but she could see he was not very happy with this new arrangement as he leaned his chin back into his fist. “Apparently, I’m a loud mouth menace corrupting our sweet, innocent cheer queen with my rabble-rousing.”

“Munson.” Mrs. Barkley warned lowly as she entered the classroom.

“Your words not mine, Susan,” he countered sharply with a a pointed glare as she passed them.

Chrissy felt a small wave of relief… it was still a bummer that he couldn’t sit next to her, but at least she hadn’t annoyed him or drove him away.

“My words, your embellishments, as always,” Mrs. Barkley noted as she unlocked the utility closet.

“Bestowed upon me by your sage tutalige, goodly matron,” he proclaimed dramatically with a flourish wave of his hand.

Chrissy quickly stifled a giggle into her palm, turning to pull out her notebook and copy of Romeo and Juliet.

Mrs. Barkley shot Eddie a tired and unimpressed look as she untangled the cord to the VCR.

Chrissy snuck another silent and pleading glance at him, she really didn’t want him to get thrown out of class, it was already bad enough they couldn’t sit together.

Eddie relented with a pout, falling back in his chair.

“This makes me sad,” she whispered to him, mirroring his dejected face.

Eddie’s grin returned, with all the more cheek to it. “Oh, don’t worry, Cunningham, I’m perfectly capable of corrupting you from back here.”

Chrissy ducked and turned around to sit down, smothering an amused, anxious squeak. He whispered it so Barkley wouldn’t hear, but the softness of his voice made him sound quite serious.

She shook her head as she finished unloading her book bag and lining up the desk with her books, pencils and highlighter.

Eddie liked to tease her, that was all. He liked to make her laugh and coax her out of her shell ever since their unlikely friendship rekindled back in March… he was always being silly.

That was all.

But she could feel his eyes on her and she wished that she had worn her hair down so that he couldn’t see the redness of her neck or ears.

“Alright, class, since we finished the last scene of the play last week and I have your tests from Friday to finish grading, we’ll be watching the first part of Zeffirelli’s Romeo and Juliette.” Barker announced as she pushed a tape into the VCR after getting the stand set up in the corner of the room.

There were collective groans throughout the classroom, but Chrissy wiggled excitedly in her chair as she settled in. She loved this film, even when she was little and didn’t understand a word they were saying. If only Eddie was sitting next to her, it would almost be like they were at the movies together. She could imagine it all vividly as Mrs Barkley switched off the lights.

It was very dark, Eddie would let her get her own bag of popcorn and a soda, and maybe some Skittles—they could share a bag. She glanced forlornly at the empty seat beside her and sighed quietly to herself.

The old film lit up the room in a muted blue and red with its vibrant technicolor and sultry flutes, with its award winning costumes and stunning young actors. Chrissy was absorbed, not even hearing the collective snores and tentative whispers of gossip that filled the room as the first twenty minutes passed.

She wondered if Eddie liked the movie, or if he was asleep like most of the other boys. He seemed to actually enjoy this class and the different Shakespearean comedies and now tragedies they had worked their way through, often taking different notes down for material for his Dungeon and Dragon campaigns.

A lot of time, his attention span wouldn’t let him navigate the narrative through all the prose, but his midterm had been entirely on the character of Ophelia and he had received an 89 on his essay about her tragic demise. While Chrissy listened to him read it aloud, she had thought for a moment he might have written it about her.

But, Eddie was being abnormally quiet, usually around this time she would at least get a note or a drawing pressed quietly into her palm to read. She debated risking a glance over her shoulder to check on him. Barkley hadn’t even glanced up from her desk as she powered through the stack of tests she probably should have finished scoring over the weekend. Before Chrissy could work up the nerve, she felt the gentlest pull at the end of the curl of her coiled ponytail as Eddie rolled her hair between the pads of his thumb and pointer finger.

Chrissy didn’t move, maybe she had imagined it, maybe the film and the budding romance had gone to her head. Eddie never touched her much, outside of an accidental brush of hands or a brief caress of shoulders when he moved her out of the way so she wouldn’t get run over by the thundering jocks in the hall. He knew she wasn’t very keen on being touched and everyone around her hardly ever heeded the weak boundaries she tried to put up for herself.

But, she wanted to tell him, tried to show him in small ways, that she didn’t mind when he touched her… in fact she liked it, it made her feel safe, it made her feel like she was actually his friend and not just some vapid, dumb cheerleader he had been paired up with. She’d touch his shoulder goodbye after class, let their arms press against one another when they waited in line to checkout their books at the library and she even gave him a hug when she passed him in the parking lot a few weeks ago (he was a very good hugger).

But Eddie had never once initiated…

Her mind went completely blank when she felt his fingers climb higher before combing their way back down the spiral.

The screen in front of her blurred into colorful pixels as heat spilled down her spine. She felt him lean up behind her, felt his breath in her ear as his fingers brushed through her hair again.

“This movie is so boring,” he murmured by way of explanation as he just went on fondling her locks, as if trying to memorize the texture of them with the pads of his fingers.

Chrissy’s lips parted to say something, anything to make this all safe and friend-friendly. “Oh um, I d-don’t know—I like it,” she stuttered with a little nervous laugh, her fingers finding the hem of her floral skirt and smoothing the fabric down her legs.

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

Eddie was her friend. They were friends. And her hair had been played with in class before, lots of times actually, and she had played with others too… They would brush and braid one another’s hair with ribbons and put in sparkly hair clips they kept hidden in their pencil cases like they would with their dolls and Barbies at home… But those friends were girls and that had been in middle school.

A boy had never casually played with her hair like this before, not even Jason had—Her racing thoughts came to a staggering hault when two of Eddie’s long, jointed fingers dug gently into the center of her scrunchie, drawing a small circle into the back of her scalp with his nails. Chrissy’s mouth fell open all the wider in shock.

Wordless, breathless shock.

The heat that was cascading down her spine pooled into bottom of her stomach as she caught his gaze in the corner of her eye, unconsciously tilting her head back into his gentle pull.

She was going to faint.

“Your hair is so pretty,” he mused under his breath, barely audible, like this was nothing out of the ordinary for them.

“Ehm…thank you,” she managed to whisper weakly, searching his gaze, wondering what he was doing, thinking.

She knew if she asked him to, he would stop whatever was this immediately, pull his hand away and never speak of it again…but the way he was scratching and rubbing the back of her skull must have rendered her brain into nothing but goo because she just sat there stupidly, staring at him. The room was so dark she could barely make out the shine of his eyes, but she knew they were fixed on her.

“Does it hurt wearing it up high like this all the time?” he asked her, leaning back into his chair where she couldn’t see him.

“Um-sometimes—a little—not really.”

He hummed quietly to himself.

What is even happening right now?

She fidgeted nervously, making sure the supplies she didn’t need because they were watching a movie in the dark were still neatly lined up in front of her.

Her eyes darted around to see if anyone noticed Eddie’s fingers in her hair—but no—the room was too dark and the movie seemed to have lulled everyone else to sleep or into a mild daze, because no one was paying them any attention.

It was just she and Eddie, faintly lit by the light of the fuzzy blue Veronese moon. Chrissy’s eyelids fluttered as she released a shaky exhale, letting her body relax a little and her attention return the movie.

They were safe.

Oh it is my Lady, oh it is my love, oh that she knew she were.

Chrissy suppressed a soft moan as Eddie continued his ministrations, she didn’t want him to get into any more trouble, but she didn’t want him to stop either, it felt so nice and maybe—

Just then, the same two fingers rose to the top of her head, dragging down the split of her hairline till they snagged under her scrunchie and pulled her hair free of its knot, letting it all spill down her back in rosegold waves. Chrissy caught a strangled, shocked noise in her throat, only the faintest of whimpers escaping her as she gripped her desk. Her fingernails scrapped the wood as she pressed her thighs together at the tension pulling at the back of her head being released all at once.

Oh. My. God.

Hot, bothered and nearly having a panic attack, Chrissy looked over at Mrs Berkeley, who had perked up at the small noise only to turn back to her work without another word after after a quick scan of the room.

Eddie… she tried to plead, but didn’t dare open her mouth again. Suddenly, his other hand rose from behind her and smoothed over her brow as both hands ran down the length of her hair together, all ten fingers raking through her, gently scrapping her skin, grazing her neck.

Helpless, the poor girl could only flutter her eyes closed and tilt her head slightly back as Eddie continued to comb through her hair till it crackled with soft static. His hands were so big that he could barely fit all his fingers over the circumference of her head, his callouses and nails tenderly claiming the entire surface area of her skull.

It felt amazing.

He felt amazing.

Just as she was nearly lost to the slow rhythm, he did something new, turning one hand palm up and scooping underneath her hair at the nape of her neck, curling his fingers as he pulled back through. He kept alternating under and over, under and over, the corners of his heavy rings cooling her flushed skin.

Chrissy pressed her lips together, smothering another moan into the softest of hums.

She could hear Eddie’s smile in the short, soft exhale he released through his nose behind her as his fingers slowed right at end of her curls, leaving her hair suspended in air between them. She just knew he was smiling to himself, probably the same smile he would give her whenever she caught him staring at her when he should’ve been paying attention in class. The one that was somehow both cocky and shy all at the same time.

But when she slowly turned back to look at him, any smile that may have been there was gone as he stared at the strands still between his fingers, rolling them contemplatively, before letting them go. When his eyes lifted toward her, they were dark and serious…sad. But only for a second: He was quick to smirk at her as if this was all just a game they were playing.

Keeping everything safe between them.

She let out a breathless, shaky laugh.

He was unbelievable. But she would play along.

“Having fun?” she muttered.

“Yes,” he replied without hesitation. “Lots.”

Her smile warmed as she risked a few more seconds to simply gaze at him. “Well, don’t stop on my account.”

His blinked in surprise, his dark eyes widening briefly, before reaching his hand to the side of her head, skimming her hairline.