"Which also means I can't keep giving you rides to mine after school either."

"Which also means I can't keep giving you rides to mine after school either," he then said, as if adding insult to injury. "It's too suspicious you getting in my car all the time. Anyone could see."

While you would hardly call it "all the time" (having been less than a handful in total), this also made sense. Not that you liked it, but it did make sense. Though presumably it also meant that any extra curricular activities between the two of you now would be purely kept to the weekends, or at least later on in the day, once you'd got home from school.

"You're killing me here, dude."

"I know, and I'm sorry," he told you. Stressing the fact that this was just how things were going to have to be. Even if neither of you really liked it. "We can't keep taking chances anymore. You're my best buddy, but if I lose my job or go to prison then I'm fucked!"

That he would be, and though you still wished it could be some other way, in the end you had to concede. You were just gonna have to get used to it you supposed. And at least I've still got a copy of that DVD, you told yourself. Hoping that might sate your sexual desire until the two of you could actually get together again. Even though the real thing was admittedly a hundred times better.

And so, with an absence of Randall as Randall for the rest of the week (receiving only the occasional text from him after school), you did your best to distract yourself with other things for the time being. Finally inviting Sean over to yours to play video games with. Chatting with Bryce during and after detention, and even managing to work up the courage to do a little flirting with Gretchen during lunch. Having once again not entirely blown things it seemed. That being said, you still missed spending time with your buddy. It having only been a couple of days admittedly, but it really did feel like a massive void had been left that the other simply could not fill. Miss. Card's home movie becoming a frequently used method to try and cheer yourself up when you were feeling down, or horny, or after you'd witnessed Randall wearing a particularly tight fitting blouse or skirt in class. Admittedly however, even this was beginning to lose it's appeal. Having seen it far too many times now. The thrill and excitement of having the real life thing right there before you being something which an old recording simply could not match.

You did however receive a message from him on the Thursday night, after almost four days of zero interaction. Randall having openly blanked you in the hallway earlier that day when you'd tried to sneak a word. Telling you in a very authoritarian manner to "hurry up Mr. Connors and get to class", making you feel like you'd been punched in the gut.

Randall: Hey dude. How u holding up? Soz about earlier. Couldn't talk with Naismith hovering around.

You: It's cool. I figured as much. Things r going okay. Miss hanging out with my bud though. No chores needing done @ ur place or anything? I can come over now if u want.

Randall: Soz dude. Can't now. Maybe at the weekend.

This had pretty much been his reply every other time you'd asked so you weren't really all that surprised. Being incredibly adamant about giving each other some space till he was absolutely certain that his whole Principle Johnson thing had well and truly blown over. He did however have something else to offer in return though. Telling you then that he'd emailed you a little something earlier that he hoped would cheer you up. In preparation of tomorrow, which was the final day of you detention.

Placing your phone down, you hoped onto your computer to see what it was (Randall usually sending you nothing but memes and funny little gif pics). Opening up your email to find a new message from one Laura Card, complete with an attachment. Let's see what stupid things he's sent me this time, you said to yourself as you opened it up. Finding a single paragraph that read, "One more day to go. Hope this helps lighten your mood. I did promise I'd show it to you after all..."

Huh? Show me what? you wondered, clicking on the attachment. Not being entirely sure what he meant by that.

Once it had opened, you of course instantly knew. Feeling your dick start to instantly twitch as a large, incredibly well taken photo of Randall lounging on his sofa the screen covered the entirety of the screen. Your best friend looking like he'd just walked straight out of the pages of a Pinup magazine. With his long, dark red locks perfectly styled and his makeup immaculate. His red lipstick popping and his smoky brown eyes smoldering, while the rest of his perfectly formed, utterly breathtaking body was clad in expensive looking, sexy black lingerie (this presumably being the lingerie that last time he was going to show you). Dark stockings clung to his long legs, attached to garters that themselves were attached to a small waspie style corset that made his tiny waist appear even tinier. Beneath which, not even a hint of panty could be seen. Up above, a delicately patterned lace bra covered much of his gigantic breasts. Save for his large, brown nipples that were most definitely making themselves known. Pointing up hard and true towards the sky, while one of his long, satin gloved fingers rested directly above. His feet meanwhile being decorated by a pair of stiletto heels. Each one looking to be about five inches tall and coated with silver.

It was without a doubt the most beautifully and purposefully done up you'd ever seen him. His sultry, almost wanting expression, his pose, his lingerie selection, even the lipstick kiss on the corner of the photo, all carefully (and no doubt painstakingly) designed to drive you crazy. Which it certainly did. Being unable to control yourself as a hand reached inside your boxers and grabbed for your growing erection. Thanking the Gods while you did for sending you this picture.

Cheer you up...? It had pretty much made you the happiest man alive! Randall really was a legend.

Bringing yourself to orgasm a few moments later, you text back Randall to thank him. Telling him that it was exactly what you needed. To which he rather smugly replied, "I knew you'd like it," before signing off for the night.

You meanwhile spent the next few hours scanning every inch of the picture. Jerking off a few more times and wondering how exactly he'd managed to make it look so good. Knowing from personal experience that Randall was absolutely useless at photography. But then again, maybe the real Miss. Card was good at it and he picked it up from her. She was an artist after all. Remembering all the paintings she'd done that were currently hanging on his walls.

Either way, this gift was certainly enough to boost your spirits for a while and make the wait that little bit more bearable. Walking into your last ever detention the following day with a spring in your step and a big smile on your face. A smile that you were certain Randall would not fail to notice, nor fail to realize the reason for it.

"What the hell are you grinning away for?" Bryce asked as you took a seat at your desk. Your eyes remaining trained on your best friend, who was currently wiping something off the board.

"Last day of detention, dude," you replied, pretending this was in fact the reason. "After this we're home dry."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Forgot about that."

"Alright you two, knock it off please," Randall the spoke, interrupting you both. "This might be your last day but you're still here to be punished, so sit down, be quiet and get to work studying. The sooner its over, the sooner you'll be out of my hair and I can finally get my afternoons back too."

"Yes, Miss. Sorry, Miss," you both apologized in unison. Putting your head down then. But not before catching his gaze ever so briefly, before he quickly looked away.

Although you hadn't actually spoken with Randall as himself in class since Monday afternoon and Bryce was currently sat next to you, you were adamant that today you would at least try and get a brief word in. If only to thank him in person for the photo he'd sent last night. Unfortunately, after almost an hour spent in silence, and after Randall had given you one final talk about learning your lesson and not wanting to see you back in detention again any time soon, your plans were ruined by Bryce hanging around. Inviting you to come hang with him and a few others at the mall.

"...Gretchen might be there," he told you with wink. Trying to sweeten the deal.

That's when, completely out of the blue, Randall suddenly interjected, much to your surprise. "I'm afraid he can't Mr. Spencer. Not today. I told Mr. Hanson I'd send Mr. Connors to see him after we're done. He wants a word with you about something."

Mr. Hanson? Why the hell would Mr. Hanson want to see you? You'd never been in any of his classes.

"Ah, okay then. Guess I'll catch you another time," Bryce replied, giving you a fist bump and heading for the door.

"Uh, yuh-yeah. See you later," you called out after him, still feeling rather confused. Turning then towards Randall to find out what exactly was going on. "So... Mr. Hanson?"

To this question Randall simply replied. "Relax, dude. I just said that to get rid of Bryce." His face, for the first time in a long time, breaking into that trademark Randall grin. "I figured you'd much rather spend your afternoon with me than with him."

"Wow. Seriously?"

"Yeah," he assured you, picking up his jacket and bag and shuffling you out the door. "It's Friday after all, and the end of your detention. That's reason to celebrate I reckon. Just tell your mom you've got work to do over at mine once you get back home and I'll see you at my place in about an hour."

Well this most certainly wasn't an offer you were going to refuse. Practically high-fiving the air as you then went your separate ways. Him towards his car and you towards the bus.