Break In My Heart

14. Soundproof Walls

My heart was hammering in my chest as I walked down the hall of my busy school.

I was supposed to meet the boys in our usual spot in less than five minutes, but Ty had sent me a text saying it was urgent, so I came without question. We'd spent so much time together Friday night that after I'd left, his masculine scent was still deeply embedded within my clothes and phantom tingles would erupt on my lips every time he called or texted me.

So much had changed, but within these familiar halls, I had to pretend that everything was the same.

But with each eye that locked with mine or every shoulder that gently brushed my own, I couldn't help the fear that would bubble in my chest at the thought of someone knowing before I could get a chance to finish fully processing it. I wasn't ashamed necessarily, but it was all still so new and raw that I didn't want to taint it by trying to label it our air it out too soon.

I found my legs carrying me to the audio department of the school, but Tyler was nowhere to be found. My eyebrows furrowed and my teeth bit into my bottom lip as I looked at my phone to make sure I'd come to the right place.

Tyler [8:12]: hey, meet me outside of Mr. Swartz's classroom in the audio department asap. It's urgent

I looked at the two doors I was standing in front of and sure enough, one was Mr. Swartz's room while the other was an unmarked door. Ants of anxiety started marching up my spine and into my brain, carrying an arsenal of worried thoughts. What if something happened? Could someone have found out about us? No, this doesn't have anything to do with us. Did it have something to do with the urgent situation? Maybe I should've walked faster or--

My worried thoughts were cut off by arms wrapping around me and pulling me into a dark room so fast that the air left my body. I quickly turned around ready to unleash my fury on whoever it was, but I relaxed when I saw that it was only Ty.

I let out an exasperated breath. "Dude, what the hell? I could've drop-kicked you or something!"

"But you didn't," he slyly pointed out, making me roll my eyes.

"But I could've," I grumbled as I crossed my arms in annoyance. "What do you need?"

"To see you," he said casually as he spread his arms to the room we were in, "and this is the perfect place to do it."

I looked around and realized that we were in a mini studio complete with a mixer, padded walls, a mic, and a mini midi keyboard. "This is the old studio that Mr. Swartz used to call studio A, but it's since been put out of commission since they revamped the department, and as the CA, I'm the only one other than Mr. S that has the key. So, it's a perfect spot."

"A perfect spot for what?" I asked as he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Something like this," he said before he craned his neck down and gently kissed me. I instantly melted like a Hershey's kiss in the sun as I gently kissed him back. I had to keep the groans that were climbing up my throat at bay in order to keep myself from accidentally exposing this intimate moment to the bustling world that raged just beyond the door.

Much like last time, his lips slowly yet skillfully wandered from my lips down my jaw, but this time he kissed down the front of my throat rather than the side, causing lightning to buzz in my toes. "Tyler..." I breathed out causing his grip on me to tighten.

"Hm?" He hummed in response, not slowing down in the slightest.

"We have to stop."

"We do?" He asked as he reached under my shirt.

"We do," I reluctantly said, resisting the urge to melt further into him.

His lips left me as his eyes locked with mine. "Why?"