The Cave

Fahmeen's POV:

I only missed three quarters of the first lesson but I was sent to the principal regardless.

Knock knock

"Come in." I hear Jasper say. Once I stepped inside, he immediately grins.
"Nice of you to drop by. I'm guessing this isn't a social call?" His smug grin checks over his computer where I assume he received the message from my teacher whining about my tardiness.
"Afraid not." I sit down and he watches me, amused.
"Your punctuality is becoming a problem, Miss. Miah." He folds his hands on the desk and leans forward, raising his eyebrow, challenging me.
What do I say to that? It's the truth.
"I guess it is."

"I should punish you, set an example for the other students." He winks, settling into his mighty office chair. The paperwork stack has decreased greatly, now there are only two tall piles left on his desk.
I sigh, wandering what he had in mind.
"Return to your position. As my assistant."
His eyes wait for my response. Didn't expect that but then I didn't really have a choice either. And it sounded fair.
"Okay." I shrug.
"Really?" He seems surprised.
"Cool. You can start now."
"Now? Shouldn't I go back to lesson?"
"Why? So you can catch up the last fifteen minutes?" He chuckles, shaking his head at me. I hold my face from screwing at him, again it's true.

Fine.
"What will you have me do?"

"You know, you and I would've gotten along in my younger days." Jasper says, his head bopping up from his work.
"Do we not get along?" I tap my pen on my chin, watching his thoughtful expression. His hair was waved today, some strands falling over his eyes. The tie around his neck was loose, he was not well kept but it was endearing.

He shrugs.
"I think you've made your mind up about me, that I can't blame. But, I definitely could see you as a close girl pal in college or something."
Was that another word for girlfriend? He's messing again.
"I'm all for second chances, Jasper. I like you, you've done great for the school so far. I'd be proud if I were that girl pal. Or whoever it is you have at home."

I wasn't prepared for the gleam in his eye or the way his head ever so slightly cocked to the side. Like a curious puppy.
His hand strokes his chin, he's watching me again.
Jasper doesn't say anything like I expected him to. Instead, he looks down, deep in thought and continues his work.
He was a good guy, Jasper. A funny but good guy.

...

Jay's POV:

Me and Adrian are doing some shopping. Right now he's staring at a dress through a shop window.
I can't help myself,
"It's not your colour."

"Ha Ha." He rolls his eyes at me.
"It would look good on your sister." He winks. My stare must've been something as he visibly gulps and steps back.
"Not the pregnant one." He put his hands up, palms facing me. As if that made it better.
"Idiot."
He chuckles as I roll my eyes at him.

He stops walking.
"Hey, isn't that-

"Yeah." I finish, looking at Georgia. She was here with Aston, whose hand was not letting go of hers it seemed. I couldn't help but notice the fake smile and dull eyes. I hated seeing no light in there. Georgia tied her hair away too, which she never did. Don't ask why I'd notice that. Her blue eyes and her brown hair were some of my favourite things about her.

Shut it.

"Let's say hi." Adrian suggests with a devilish smirk.
"I don't know why you always get like this when we see her. I never said I liked her."
Adrian slaps my shoulder and the loud sound of his hand smacking the leather alarms a few people around us.
"You didn't have to."
Ugh. I didn't know where he had gotten such an idea.

We end up walking up to them. Georgia's eyes find mine slightly alarmed but I see a little relief, too?
"Jay!"
Aston looks at her from the side and I noticed the dark way in which he did that. Georgia clears her throat and looks to Adrian.
"Hi Adrian." She says a little quieter.
"Hey Georgia." He replies.

"Hey, you okay?" I couldn't help but ask, I ignore her boyfriend's burning gaze.
"I'm fine." She can't meet my eyes and I instantly worry. Since when was Georgia shy?
"Can we give you a ride home?" I suggest and Aston steps forward. Seriously, what was this asshole's problem?
"Her boyfriend can do that. Why don't you finish your shopping spree with your own?" He looks between me and Adrian, smirking. Georgia shakes her head, irritated at that comment and Adrian just scoffs, crossing his arms. I narrow my eyes at that asshole, keeping my anger at bay. Georgia shouldn't have to see that.

"Georgia?" I look to her again.
She shakes her head no.
"No, it's okay." Her voice is timid and I don't like it.
"Let's go." Adrian says as he doesn't want the tension to turn to something else. Neither did I.

We could keep an eye on her whilst we continued our romantic shopping spree.

...

Fahmeen's POV:

"Can we go to the beach?" I tried my sweetest voice, waiting for his answer. I watched him from the side as he was trying to hide his frustration finishing off his wood work. Rolf was an artist. He makes sculptures out of wood. He even had a makeshift workshop at his apartment, he'd use one of his spare rooms.

Rolf took us shopping and bought back a whole load of material to craft toys and pieces for the baby. Right now though, things weren't working out.
"The beach, baby?" He asks me, I can hear the strain in his voice as he finished sawing a long piece of wood. His shirt is off, hair tied back and he's donning these sexy safety goggles. I'm not allowed to step foot in this room for my own safety, so I make do by leaning on the doorframe. I had to keep a certain distance from his sexy, sweaty body. God, what a vision.

"Yeah, the beach." I say, remembering my train of thought.
"Like a date? We haven't had one in a while." I pout, scuffing the floor with the front of my boots. It really feels like forever since we've shared some quality time doing something. And after feeling Willow move for the first time, I just wanted some family bonding. Especially as I've been missing mum lately.

I hear him sigh and put down the saw. His heavy footsteps come closer to me and I see his dirty Timbalands come into view.
He lifts my chin, not letting my eyes now move from his. They twinkle and his lips turn up into a smile.
"Let's go to the beach."

My smile outshines his and he laughs, pulling me close for a forehead kiss.

...

Fahmeen's POV:

It's a cave. I've discovered a cave!
"Rolf!"
I hear fast approaching footsteps.
"What?! What is it?"
He rushes over and checks my body. His cheeks are flushed and eyes are scanning me worriedly. Whoops, maybe I shouldn't have shouted.
"No look there." I stop his fussing and make him focus on what's in front of us.

"Wow."
His voice mixes in with the blustery winds behind me. I feel him lean down near my ear.
"You discovered this?"
I find myself weirdly proud as he said that. Rolf sounded genuinely impressed and he hugged me against his chest. We wore jackets as the rain was persistent, albeit light. It was more annoying than anything but I loved it like this. It was misty and the winds were borderline treacherous. It made finding this cave of wonder so much more sweeter.

The beach quickly became empty except for the two of us, as people picked up on the impending downpour and vacated the area. It was perfect.
"Let's check it out." He grins, giving me his hand. I loved his adventurous spirit, it was what my soul needed.

The darkness was not intimidating. Quite the opposite actually, it added to the charm and mystique of the cave. The entrance was quaintly decorated by nature's very own. Ragged lumps of rock lay spread on the vast bed of sand. As we delved further in, Rolf stopped us as the sand felt wet underneath my feet.
"A rock pool." He whispers, staring off into the distance. I can't see what he's seeing.
"Come, see this baby." He takes my hand and warily pulls me in front of him.
Now I see it.

At our feet lay a deep enough pool of water. Its roof was the lumpy rock surface and its bed was nonexistent. As in, it was so deep you couldn't see it.
"We have to have a swim." My excitement feels overwhelming.
Rolf pulls me back behind him.
"Er maybe just me for now, baby."
I couldn't argue. I feel for Willow, comforted by her presence.

I hope she can sense it. This feeling of euphoria being in this cave with her father.

Rolf begins taking off his rain jacket. He's actually going to do it.
"Actually maybe this isn't safe, Rolf? There's no signs or anything here." I look around. This really is undiscovered territory.
"Doesn't that make it ours?"
He turns back at me half naked now. I hear the unbuckling of his belt as his cheekily smiles at me. I couldn't find anymore excuses to delay him. Life was for taking chances.

The still water is now disturbed by his semi naked body, as he plunges in. I squeal, nervous and excited. I couldn't imagine how he's feeling. We'll get our turn, Willow.
Rolf pulls back up, inhaling a strong force of air into his lungs. He clears his nose and wipes his hair back. It's slick and sexy. Mmm.
"How's the temperature?" I couldn't help but ask.
"Perfect." He mumbles, blowing bubbles in the water. He starts to swim backwards laughing, watching me pout.
"We'll come back here. When we're complete." He promises me. I nod, shrugging off my jacket. I lay it on the floor, cushioning my ass as I don't want it to be sore from the rocky surface.

I lean back on my arms and watch him. He splashes me a few times before venturing off to the far side of the water.
"Don't go too far."
It's darker where he's heading, I couldn't help but worry.
"It's beautiful." His voice echoes.

...

I look behind me and the sun is setting now. I see shadows playing on the walls besides us.
"Rolf, can you come back now?"
I'll admit, I was a little spooked.
He didn't answer and as I looked for him I couldn't find him. I stand up, thoroughly searching the water. I see no body. My heart begins racing.
"Rolf!"
"Boo." He rises up from the surface, successful in creeping me out.
"Hey!"

He's laughing at me, as he pulls himself out of the pool. Rolf shakes his hair towards me and I find myself feeling frisky. Maybe he'd like to go back in. Before my hands could push his chest, his hands wrap around me and he brings us down onto my jacket on the floor. I'm unable to protest as he kisses me. He pushes the weight of his wet, hard body against me, emphasising the small early hardness in his boxers. I feel him moaning into our kiss and I wander what's gotten him suddenly horny.

I pull away as his hands were seconds away from pulling my shirt up.
"Slow down." I whisper.
He just pauses and then kisses my forehead, my nose, my cheeks and then back to my lips.
I hear the sexy deep chuckle of his and I can't help but smile as he wins me over every time.