It was the morning after the night before and Cesca had been awake most of the night. Tossing and turning not being able to sleep at the prospect of having Jonah first period for Spanish. Why had she asked him to come round? Why had she kissed him back? Why did she even have him number in the first place?! The questions just kept circling in Miss Montoya’s mind until her thoughts were disturbed by a muffled knock on the front door. Cesca’s heart sunk but at the same time it began pump faster and faster. Deep down she knew who it would be but instead she chose to think it would only be a sales man or the post man needing a package to be signed for so reluctantly she slid out of bed and draped her silky smooth dressing gown round her body. It clung to her in all of the right places and draped down in all the others.
Slowly but surely cesca padded downstairs, her heart aching with every step that she was drawn closer to the door. Again, there was a knock at the door, but this time it was louder. “All right all right I’m coming!” cesca called out, as she pulled back the bolt and turned the knob of the front door. The door swung open and sure enough, there stood Jonah Kirby in his usual outfit, his school uniform, the thing that separated them both. That one thing that resembled where their boundaries lay.
Jonah as if on cue began to walk forward to where cesca was standing with her hand still resting on the door knob. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her forward and again, locked his lips with hers. Cesca let out a slight moan before lowering her head and light tears began to roll down her cheeks. Jonah pulled away from her and turned to close the door but within moments he had his arms wrapped around her again. She nestled into him but only for a couple of seconds before delicately letting him go and pacing back up the stairs, not wanting Jonah to follow her. A door slammed shut followed by a delicate thump from the other side. Cesca had fallen to the floor and was slumped behind the door. There was silence in the house, only to be broken by the loud cascade of Cesca sobbing again from behind it.
Jonah was still stood at the bottom of the stairs in the hallway and could not stand to hear cesca alone, crying upstairs, it broke his heart to hear her in such pain, and for all he knew it was because of him, which it was. He had confused her, he kissed her the night before and she had loved it, it had taken her all the strength that she had to push him away and to tell him to leave. Jonah made his way upstairs to the room that he knew that cesca had entered. This time instead of a loud knock it was a light tap which laid his knuckles against the wooden door. Cesca’s response was right on cue “Please Jonah, just leave me, it’s all my fault and I’m sorry I lead you on, I won’t be in school today, you need to just forget this ever happened” This was then followed by another set of delicate sobs but this time it was from Jonah, he sunk back against the door and pressed himself against what he would have loved to have been the woman he wanted, however it wasn’t, there was cold barrier separating them from each other. In an instant cesca was up onto her feet and pulling back the door gently to ensure that Jonah would come to no harm by falling back, she knelt down next to him and enveloped herself into him. He clung to her like he had never felt the warmth of anyone before. They lay in each other’s arms in that same doorway for what seemed like hours and wept until there were no more tears to be had.