All through class you could barely keep your eyes off Randall, desperately wanting to chat to him just as you had been doing all weekend. You obviously couldn't though, given the number of other students around (as well as how focused he appeared to be on his own work), so you just had to ride it out as best you could and wait till the end, once everyone else had left. It was definitely a weird situation to be in, and even though you'd experienced the exact same thing the previous week, it certainly hadn't gotten any easier keeping up this pretense.
Finally though, after what seemed like an eternity, the bell rang for lunch and you let out a sigh of relief as everyone else started packing away there books and shuffling out the door. Hanging back for a moment, pretending like you had to tie your shoelace, you waited for the last person to exit before approaching Randall's desk...
"Is there anything I can help you with, Mr. Connors?" he asked, looking up from his paperwork and peering questioningly at you from behind Miss. Card's glasses.
"Yeah, my best friend's being a smart ass again," you joked, not falling for his trickery this time, "Any chance you could sort him out?"
"Smart ass? That's nice!" Randall grinned, finally breaking character and pretending like he was insulted. "You know I can still totally land you in detention for talking smack to a teacher!"
Having heard this threat before many times in the last few days you couldn't help but laugh, telling him,"Whatever, dude." while your eyes took this brief opportunity to glance down towards the small (yet rather epic) portion of cleavage that was currently on display within his blouse, before quickly pulling away again. "How you doing? You seemed pretty focused back there."
"Or just too damn tired to stand around the whiteboard giving speeches," he replied, filling you in on the real reason for his lack of movement during class. "The move left me pretty exhausted yesterday and I wasn't feeling all that great this morning, so I thought I'd just give everyone some busy work to do while I catch up on some more of the syllabus. It's tough keeping up with all this stuff."
"I'll bet. I thought you were just marking shit."
"Ha! I wish! Ticking bits of paper with a red pen all day seems way easier than having to learn all these lesson plans off by heart!"
That it certainly did, and you sometimes forgot that Randall was basically giving himself a crash course in not only the subject he himself was supposed to be taking this year, but numerous other subjects for other classes too! It really was amazing that he was doing so well, seeing as he'd never exactly been the sharpest tool in the box when it came to academic studies. It's probably got something to do with what the doctors told him before, you figured, recalling what he'd mentioned last week - about his brain still being able to access a lot of the information already stored inside Miss. Card's head (even if it was only on a subconscious level).
"Anyway, what's been happening?" he asked, obviously having had enough of talk about 'work', "Was your mom pissed that she never got to help with decorating my new place?"
"Disappointed more than pissed," you told him, recalling some of the things she'd said on the car ride home. "But still, she couldn't have had enough good things to say about you. You're becoming quite the 'fine young woman' according to her."
"Well that's good to hear I suppose. Means your mom is buying everything we told her...and hopefully won't end up tagging along next time."
"Yeah, lets hope not. Speaking of next time though, what's the plan?"
Having obviously not given this as much thought as he had the last time, Randall simply gave a shrug. "I dunno. Next weekend maybe at mine?" he said, quickly formulating an idea in his head (this having always been one of his major strengths). "I can call your mom and tell her I need your help with some chores around the house...which truth be told, I think I do actually need, and then you can swing by."
"Yep. That could work," you smiled, your mom definitely being far more trusting of Randall now (though you were still somewhat dubious over just how much she trusted you). "And it'll be nice to see your new place too. 'Randall Davis; homeowner', who'd have thought?"
Laughing at this, and agreeing "definitely not me", he then added, a little less jovially, "Only thing is though, I don't think it'd be a good idea for you to stay over again - not for the whole weekend anyway. Otherwise your mom might start getting suspicious. Maybe in a little while once we know she is definitely cool with the arrangement you can start spending the night to get an 'early start' on some of the chores or something, but until then it'd probably be best just to spend the day at mine."
This made sense you figured, not wanting to rock the boat so early with your mom, and so you agreed. "Though I'm still not too thrilled about spending my weekends working. But I guess if you're gonna pay me it ain't quite so bad."
"Totally. Plus you get the pleasure of hanging out with me! Surely that's better than any amount of money?"
"You wish!" you laughed, not wanting Randall's head to get any bigger (as well as not being entirely sure what your real answer would be).
"Anyway, I'm probably gonna need to have some fun this weekend," Randall said, letting out a heavy sigh, "I've got that date with Mr. Hanson on Wednesday. He stopped by this morning to remind me. Ugh...I can just image how much fucking **** that is going to be!"
Admittedly you'd forgotten all about your best friend's 'date' with the handsome science teacher, and hearing him mention it now made your heart sink again. "Still no chance of pulling out then?" you asked, trying to remain cool.
"Nah. It's way too late for that now," Randall reluctantly told you, shaking his head, "I guess I'm just going to have to bite the bullet on this one and go out with him. Beats the alternative anyway..."
While in a way you were glad that he wasn't exactly looking forward to the prospect, you still couldn't help but feel a little jealous of Mr. Hanson, getting to wine and dine this amazingly attractive creature that just also happened to be your very own best friend. Certainly you didn't have any kind of claim on him or anything - he was Randall after all, and you already had a girlfriend - but still, it felt weird, the thought of him being with someone else (especially after you'd slept together twice).
"Well good luck," you eventually replied , forcing a smile and trying to be supportive, all the while thinking to yourself, I hope he doesn't actually go through with it.
With your plan for next weekend basically sorted, as well as having heard all the ins and outs of where and when exactly Randall's date with Mr. Hanson was going to take place, the two of you then chatted for the next ten minutes or so about nothing much in particular - classes, his new house, the fact that your dad seemed way cooler about things than your mom, as well as another humorous incident involving 'Sweaty' Swanson and a hot mug of coffee in the teachers lounge again this morning - before a text from Allison, wondering where you were, interrupted your fun.
Looking up from the text on your phone (recalling your own 'date' of sorts), you then told Randall, "Sorry, dude, I've got to run. I'm supposed to be meeting Allison for lunch."
"Oh, I see now how it is. Dumping me for another woman are you?" he chuckled, flashing you one of Miss. Card's beautiful smiles.
You were of course aware that this was just a joke, yet with all that had happened between the three of you (having sex with Randall and nearly being caught the next morning by her and your mom), it had felt at times like you really did have two women on the go at once, which caused you to let out a far more awkward chuckle of your own. "Uh, yeah...something like that."
Telling you, "No worries," Randall then got up off his chair to stretch (pushing that bountiful bosom of his directly towards your face in the process) and informed you, "I need to go take a slash anyway. You won't believe how often chicks have to piss - It's ridiculous!"
This you definitely didn't need to know, especially after having watched him do just that on Saturday night while you were already in the bathroom. "Too much information there, Randall."
"Heh. Sorry. Anyway, text me later if you want. If not, I guess I'll see you in class tomorrow."
"Yeah, sure. Catch you later." And with that you turned and headed quickly out of the classroom door, not wanting to keep Allison waiting any longer than you really had to.
After a pretty good lunch in the school cafeteria (things seeming to be pretty much back on track between the two of you), the rest of the day was kind of a drag and you were literally counting down the hours till it was time to head home. Not only because you and Allison had planned on heading over to the mall for a while after school, but also because you still had that mysterious DVD case burning a hole in the bottom of your schoolbag, and the more you thought about it, the more curious you got.
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