You don't know everything [2]

"So are you coming in, or should I write you off for the rest of the lesson?" The physics teacher had never liked him. She was now standing in the doorway, blocking his path. Mariusz himself didn't know what he was planning. He didn't have that big math problem they'd given him last week. He'd already passed on probation once. If he screwed up this year

, he could say goodbye to his final exams and his studies. To his dreams of being someone. He sat down at his desk. He knew everything about physics. It had always interested him. But that wretched math... He knew he wouldn't have time to copy all those exercises.

Besides, he wanted to find Ula. Yesterday he'd treated her badly. And certainly not the way he should have. Although, what did she know? Her father goes to work sober, lives with the whole family, doesn't beat her for every little thing... He knows nothing. Absolutely nothing, and yet he meddles in other people's business...

But she smells so good... She's absolutely beautiful. A different beauty than Sabina. Differently beautiful than all the others…

He searched for her in the hallway, but somehow he couldn't spot her. Either she wasn't very distinctive, or she wasn't there. Or she was hiding from him. All

he had to do was leave the school grounds quietly. He still had Polish and English to take before math. He didn't want another reprimand in front of the class. At most, he'd show the principal his bruises tomorrow. That his father had woken up and had to go get his sisters.

"Hi," he heard behind him, just as he managed to light a cigarette around the corner of the gym.

"So you're not hiding…" he said, taking a drag. What was she doing here? I guess she didn't smoke cigarettes…

"No, why would I? Because you think my life is easier thanks to my parents' money…?" He sensed the reproach in that sentence. He wanted to apologize, but he actually felt embarrassed. He just kept apologizing. "Never mind. Why are you leaving?

" "Boring. I'd rather…

" "…hang out in front of the building?" she interrupted. "I'm serious…" She still had her hands in the pockets of her tight pants. As if she'd come here specifically, just for him.

"I don't have a math homework," he replied, spitting at his feet. "She assigned it a week ago. I didn't have time to do it. What are you even doing here?" He wanted to change the subject as quickly as possible.

"You know, if you go, it'll be even worse. Especially now, before your Polish..." He had to agree with her. The Polish teacher would first run to the principal, that she knew from the start... To be someone..." "And you can always figure something out with math." Another moment of awkward silence. "I was just passing by. I saw you and came to say hello. If we don't see each other today... I'm saying goodbye too." She turned and walked away. He

stood there for a moment, thinking about what she'd said. Or maybe he was just staring at her buttocks, which seemed perfect to him.

He decided to stay. In fact, he had more to lose by leaving early.

"Mariusz...!" Sabina whispered at the beginning of English class, handing him a notebook. "They told me to give..." He took the notebook and froze. Inside were all the math problems. Detailed solutions, clear graphs. All with additional comments. He smelled a familiar scent... But he couldn't understand... He turned questioningly to his friend. "Don't look at me like that. Some girl came up to me and asked me to give it to you. You said you left it somewhere and found..." It was clear Sabina knew perfectly well that it was all a lie. "Can you at least explain it under the blackboard...?"

"If I look through it now, I'll be able to..." "Why did Ula do that...? And why, anyway, so many problems... she couldn't write it all down in one hour... copy it all down... Now he HAD to find her. Absolutely.

She wasn't at school, nor was she with the dog that evening. He seriously considered going to her house, but he had no specific reason.

He handed his work over to the teacher, who was greatly surprised. She promised to check everything carefully, especially if he'd done everything himself. He had time to learn, or rather, to improve his skills, and to think through his solutions. At least until Friday. The most important thing now, however, was his meeting with Ula.

He thought about the roof. Instinctively, he pressed the number 10 button in the elevator.

He climbed up the metal ladder onto the roof, still warm from the sun, even though it was already after 10 p.m. He couldn't see anyone there. Resigned, he lit a cigarette and was about to return to the yard when he heard her voice.

"Are you looking for someone?" She was sitting on the opposite side from where he usually sat. As if hidden behind a chimney. He slowly approached the spot.

"You," he replied honestly. He didn't mean any harm, though. Although it depends on how you look at it.

"Why?" She looked at him with those large, gleaming eyes. The light from the stairwell reflected off them like water.

"Where did you get these assignments...? How did you know I had to do these particular ones?" How did you even…

"…so you wanted to thank me. You're welcome." She interrupted him again and looked away. "Sit down." She meant some blanket she'd probably brought here herself. He hesitated for a moment. After all, they would be sitting very close together, and she… that smell… She pulled something out of her pocket. His eyes widened in surprise. Ula began expertly rolling a joint. "Will you smoke with me? Because, really, smoking alone is as pathological as drinking in front of a mirror…" She smiled, skillfully chopping, mixing, and rolling everything… He didn't say anything. She surprised him. He was ashamed to admit, positively. He wanted to get to know her. He wanted to know all her other secrets. And he certainly wanted to smoke with her. Hesitantly, he sat down next to her, as far away as he could, at the very edge of the blanket.

After a moment, she handed him the glowing blunt. He watched as she inhaled, held the smoke in her lungs, and exhaled slowly.

"Good stuff," he finally said. They smoked the rest in complete silence.

"Who would have thought..." He laughed, handing her his regular cigarette. "...such a good girl..." She laughed harder. He didn't understand what was going on. They'd been here for over 40 minutes. Talking. Normally. Almost like with Sabina. But he'd known Sabina for 19 years. And Ula for two days?

She composed herself and fixed her dark eyes on him again. He wanted so badly to touch her shiny hair. To feel her touch again... But what could he offer her in return? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

"Maybe I'm not as good a girl as you think I am..." she replied, completely serious. And then she did something good girls definitely don't do. She leaned toward him and touched her lips to his.

For a moment, completely surprised and disoriented, he didn't know what to do. He closed his eyes and once again saw the beach, palm trees, and the blue sea. He gently moved away from her.

"I'm sorry!" she said, jumping up. "I thought you were too... never mind. I'm going. See you..." He quickly grabbed her hand.

"Wait." She sat back down.

"I didn't mean to, I mean, all of this... because it looks like it... but I didn't..." He placed his index finger to her lips.

"Don't say anything..." He brushed the stray locks from her forehead and smiled. "You simply deserve something more..." He approached her cheek, lightly brushing it with his lips. He wondered where such tenderness came from. After all, Sabina had never taught him that.

He moved lower to her neck. The intense scent of luxury and freedom. He returned to her face. Holding her face in his hands, he repeated

, "You deserve something more..."

"You don't know everything." Perhaps I don't even deserve you…" She smiled mysteriously. He knew he couldn't hold back any longer. He moved closer. And all his resistance, doubts, and reservations vanished. She tasted of marijuana and some citrus. Almost as if the scent that now enveloped him came from within her. His head was spinning. He didn't know if it was from those kisses, or from her hands, first on his neck, then on his chest and stomach… He wasn't made of stone. He couldn't resist. Her waist, her hair, her breasts… She pulled away from him for a moment, removed her blouse in one swift movement. He saw her red, lacy bra. Perfect breasts. That's what it looked like. And that's what it was.

"Don't do that… or I won't be able to stop…" he whispered, pulling her closer to him.

"Heh... so don't stop..." It was too good to be true for him. They started kissing again, she pulled off his sweatshirt and T-shirt. She kissed his neck, his nape, his chest... he lay on her blanket, feeling the touch of her lips on his body... he opened his eyes and saw stars, closed them – stars too. He quickly pulled her up. He threw her down. He removed her red bra and knew that nothing would stop him now.

She quickly untangle herself from his pants. Perfect buttocks. Perfect hips. Perfect legs. She couldn't exist. She couldn't be here and now, with him, on this rooftop. She couldn't make love to him among the city lights, in the clouds...

She undid his belt and buttons, and he stripped her of everything. It was madness. The fulfillment of a fantasy about a place. A fantasy about a person...

He had never felt such pleasure with any girl, not even Sabina. He wanted to remember every moment, wanted her to feel her best.

"Yes..." she whispered, tightening her grip on his shoulders, arching her head slightly back. He moved faster and faster. The stars intertwined with the exotic beach and Ula's breasts. Ula's neck, her face, her eyes, her hair spread across the blanket... At one point, she moaned. She sighed, clenching her fingers tighter and tighter. He saw her doing it, but he felt nothing. Only the pleasure spreading through her body. Ula moaned louder and louder. Her body arched, her arms dropped, releasing their grip. He came too. He gently lay down beside him. The girl, her eyes closed, breathed deeply, a smile visible on her face. She found his hand and took it.

"Aren't you cold..." he asked after a moment.

"No...

" "Aren't your parents worried about you..." he didn't want her to have any trouble because of him.

"No," she replied curtly, opening her eyes. "You were wonderful, you know?" She touched his cheek. "You've made one of my dreams come true. Thank you." She slowly began dressing. He did too. The entire time he buttoned his pants, put on his sweatshirt, and searched for his belt, he wondered what to do next. Now he wanted her even more than before. Because now he knew what he could have.

They parted about an hour later. When he entered the apartment, his father was gone. The girls were asleep, and so was their mother. He lay quietly in bed. Now he didn't have to imagine golden, clean beaches and seas. He was them himself.

He fell asleep smelling of her orgasm. And his own. Their shared orgasm.