Chapter 2 Conceived

Rojo could still remember the events that followed afterwards as clearly as if it was yesterday. He had arrived at the school premises to see soft light spilling from the beautifully decorated halls into the hallway. Anyone walking into the school's building could hear the fast-paced jams the deejay was rolling out. All around him, students gyrated, bounced and pumped their fists into the air when the deejay asked them to and when he did not. The night had been simply alive and Rojo felt amazing. He found Sophia by the punch table.

She was gorgeously dressed in a black dress with alternating straps across the back which showed off bits of her skin. Her red hair was piled on the top of her head with tendrils of it delicately escaping and framing her face and neck. She had minimal makeup on but her lips had been highlighted in her pale face with a smudge of rouge lipstick. "Is that your second glass?" Rojo shouted over the thrumming bass of the next song that had been played by the deejay. "What?" Sophia replies with a giggle. She thought she heard the word "glass" but the rest of the words had been lost in the noise of the hall. Rojo came much closer so that his mouth was just inches away from Sophia's face and that was when her scent hit him. She smelled so citrusy and flowery at the same time and it was a powerful combination that made him want to lean in some more. "I said, is that your second glass of punch?" "Oh, well yeah, technically." Rojo laughed. "What do you mean by technically? It's either your second glass or it is not." "Here, try this flavour. This particular flavour is my second glass of punch." Rojo watched her fingers as she dexterously poured bits of drink from multiple flasks into a glass. He realised what she was doing, she was mixing up the flavours to create a new one different from all the flavours on the table. She moved to hand him the glass of the peach-coloured punch but she had moved too fast and parts of the drink had sloshed down the bench and stained the clothes used to decorate the bed. "Whoa, easy. Maybe you shouldn't be tasting any more flavours tonight, baby", Rojo tells Sophia with a mild grin. "I've just had two glasses", insists Sophia, a dainty feminine hand covering her smile. "I doubt it. Plus the Punk Brothers have been known to spike the punch at such occasions. They've never been caught though but rumours can usually have a tiny bit of truth in them. Come on, let's dance." The song had slowed down to an easy tempo and Rojo with Sophia holding onto his left hand joined the other dancing couples on the stage to begin a slow waltz. One, two, three, sidestep and Sophia copied his moves beautifully. Rojo found himself staring at Sophia's lips more and more as they danced around, he knew he couldn't take it much longer. As they waltzed around the room for the third time, Rojo took his chance when he and Sophia moved to a darkly lit section of the hall. He planted a soft kiss on Sophia's lips and was pleasantly surprised as Sophia took the kiss and ran with it. She fully opened her mouth and took in Rojo's, finding his tongue, sucking gently on it and wrapping her tongue around his teasingly. Rojo groaned. "Can we step outside just for a bit?" "If you insist", replies Sophia. Her voice was breathless. The kiss had had the same effect on both of them. They had stepped outside to a night sky full of stars and cool air. The air and lighting contrasted sharply with the atmosphere in the halls. A student puked behind one of the cars parked at the far end of the school and Sophia giggled at the sound. Someone definitely spiked the punch drink, good thing she had stopped at two glasses. She felt someone tugging on her hands and realised it was Rojo. He was taking her to the quieter area of the school and Sophia knew they were heading to the greenhouse. It was far off from where all of the action was in the school tonight and very few people were bound to come to that area, if any students at all. She kept her eyes on Rojo's as they faced each other in the greenhouse after being careful not to step on any pots or vases used on their way in. It was as if there had been a telepathic communication between them about what they both wanted because, in the next breath, Rojo had covered the space between them and started kissing her all over her face, neck and chest. Sophia matched his energy and in just a few minutes they were panting and pulling off the clothes on each other. Rojo found the leading strap that held Sophia's clothes together and tugged at it while Sophia grappled with his belts pulling it off his navy blue pants. Rojo had already pulled off his suit vest when they had walked to the greenhouse. "Someone's passing the window. Duck! Quickly", whispers Rojo fiercely. Sophia ducked at the same time as Rojo and they grinned foolishly at each other while waiting for the person to pass. They rushed each other immediately afterwards and Rojo pushed Sophia up against the wall while pressing his body up against hers. Sophia moaned and encouraged his move, but neither of them stopped each other to cool things off until Rojo entered her and started thrusting. They both tried to keep their groans and moans quiet but Rojo knew that it was difficult and he could only hope that nobody else came across the greenhouse while they were at it. If not, they will be the hot topic of the school by the coming week. When they were done, they giggled at each other happily, having crossed the line and gone all the way this time. But neither of them had realised the weight of their actions that night. It will take them another month to realise it but that was the night that Juliana Alvarez had been conceived.