Randall recieves an unexpected phone call from Miss Wells

Laughing this comment off, Randall then proceeded to give you a quick tour of the ground floor, showing off a little as he led you from the living room through to the kitchen/dining room, the bathroom, then finally onto his rather impressive sized study - most of the space of which was taken up by unpacked boxes from the move.

"Jeeze, Randall, didn't you unpack anything?" you asked, rather surprised by this.

"What? Miss. Card had a lot of stuff, and some of it is really freaking heavy," he replied, breaking into another smirk. "Which of course is where you come in..."

"Oh I see. You left all the heavy lifting for me, did you?"

"Of course! In case you haven't noticed, I don't exactly have the upper body strength anymore," he said, placing a hand onto his small bicep to illustrate this point, adding, "And besides, you're the one who's gonna be the incredible hulk soon enough - what with all those weights you've been lifting at school!"

This comparison was a little on the generous side, causing you to snort. "I hardly think I'm gonna have muscles like the hulk." Still it was quite funny to suddenly be a lot stronger than he was now, seeing as you used to be pretty evenly matched before (even if he was a bit of a bean pole). You might not have a job, a house, loads of hot female friends who take you out clubbing every chance they get, but you could lift a heavy box that he couldn't. That at least gave you some sense of pride.

"Anyway, don't worry about that for now. Lets head upstairs," Randall told you, eager to carry on with the tour, becoming rather giddy as he did. "Wait until you see the size of my bedroom - it's awesome!"

Just as the two of you headed back into the hallway however, Randall's phone suddenly began to ring, stopping you both in your tracks as he pulled it out.

"Shit...it's Amanda," he said, looking at the screen, "Probably checking in to see how I'm feeling this morning. One sec while I quickly fob her off."

"No problem."

Turning away slightly as he answered the phone, you watched as Randall's tone (and even posture) suddenly changed as he once again transformed fully into Laura Card. "Hey, Amanda, hows it going?" he asked, sounding rather relaxed and breezy, as if he was talking to you, "...Well, I was a little worse for ware earlier on but I think I'm starting to feel a bit better now..." There was then a brief pause for a moment and a panicked look suddenly came over his face, losing his composure for a second as he stuttered," You...you are? Now?" his eyes darting quickly over towards you. "Nuh-no...that's...that's no problem at all. I'll see you in a second then."

Hanging up, Randall spun back round again. "Fuck, dude, she's outside! She's like outside right fucking now, pulling into the driveway. You've got to hide! She can't see you here!"

"Uh, okay...where? Where do I hide?" you asked, feeling a little panicked yourself, aware that Miss. Wells finding you hanging around inside 'Miss. Card's' house wouldn't look good at all - even with the pretense that you were just helping with chores (teacher's generally maintaining more of a distance with their students).

Before he had time to answer, the doorbell rang, causing you both to jump as Miss. Wells voice jokingly called out from the other side of the door, "Cooey! Anyone home?"

"Shit! Just, uh...just stay in there," he told you, pointing back towards the study, "I'll try and get rid of her as soon as possible."

Doing as you were told, you ducked back into the room behind, making sure you were out of view as Randall then headed towards the front door and opened it, being greeted by a rather exuberant sounding Miss. Wells as he did.

"Hey there, sleepyhead!"

"Hi, Amanda," he responded, masking his earlier panic.

Though they were only about ten feet away and you were curious to see what Miss. Wells looked like out of school, you were far too worried that she might spot you to peek your head round the door now, settling instead with simply listening into their conversation, as they exchanged the usual pleasantries and Miss. Wells basically just barged her way in.

"You certainly don't look too bad considering," she told him, referring of course to his hangover. "I thought I was gonna walk in here and find a complete mess. You were totally out of it last night. Me and Carla practically had to scrape you off the floor!"

"Which was totally your fault," Randall quickly retorted, shutting the door behind her, "If you hadn't been giving me all those cocktails, maybe I could actually remember some of what happened!"

"Oh shush! It was your birthday. It's not everyday you turn 30! And besides, I'm not sure you'd wanna remember...not with some of the things you were doing."

This little tease left you as just curious as Randall, his voice raising quite dramatically. "Wait...What? What was I doing? Tell me!"

It was at this point that they then moved into the living room, the conversation becoming a little more distant as Miss. Wells replied, "Oh I don't know, gyrating that big booty of yours against nearly every guy on the dance floor perhaps."

This revelation made you pause. He was rubbing his ass against guys last night?!

"You've got to be kidding me? I was not doing that!" Randall told her, seeming just as surprised as you were.

"Well you were. You were on a mission to get laid or something," she assured him, giggling a little as you quietly made your way closer to the doorway and peaked round into the now empty hall, not wanting to miss one word. "Remember 'Oil Slick Steve?' The guy in that picture I sent you? You were all over him at one point, grinding up against his crotch and practically rubbing your boobs in his face. It really was some sight, and that poor guy actually thought he was in with a shot with you - and he probably would have been too, the state you were in! It was a good thing me and Carla intervened, cause God knows you could do a heck of a lot better than that sleazy weirdo."

"Oh my God, are you serious? Did I seriously do that...with..with him?"

"Yep. I mean, I know we were trying to hook you up with someone for a little birthday 'fun', but he seriously wasn't what we had in mind. Not that it wasn't funny though."

Funny wasn't exactly the word you'd use to describe this behavior, finding the idea of your best friend acting like some drunk auntie at a wedding really, really bizarre - **** clearly bringing out the worst in him.

"Jesus..." Randall groaned, echoing your own sentiments, sounding incredibly embarrassed.

"Oh lighten up. You were having a great time," Miss. Wells continued, laughing it off. "Besides, you'll get a chance to make up for it tonight."

"Tonight? What do you mean tonight?"

"Well, yesterday was your birthday night out, but we've still got to have your house warming night out - to celebrate you moving into this place! Everything is already planned. Carla and Rebecca are going to be heading over in about a half hour, and then Tiffany and Erin said they'll meet up with us later on in town."

Hearing all this, you couldn't help but let out an audible groan yourself, your former Math teacher having seemingly sabotaged you and Randall's plans with those of her own. Can't we ever have any time together anymore without someone fucking interrupting? you thought to yourself, inwardly hoping that he could somehow talk his way out of this, but judging from Miss. Wells tone, and all the plans she'd already made, you really didn't see that happening. Not that Randall didn't try of course...

"Wait...Amanda, slow down. What do you mean everything is already planned? I just woke up not that long ago with a killer hangover!"

"And? You said you were feeling better. Besides, you agreed to this last night," Miss. Wells quickly countered, this obviously having been something he'd failed to remember. "You've been living here a whole week and we haven't had any kind of party yet, so why not tonight?"

"Well because..." Randall began, struggling to think up an excuse ("Because I was planning on playing XBox and goofing around with one of my 17 year old students" presumably not cutting the mustard).

"Because nothing, Laura! It's all arranged. You don't get any say in the matter. First we're gonna go on a little birthday shopping expedition, then we'll head back here for a few drinks, and then it's off to get our groove on again. And perhaps we'll even find you a real man this time!"

Well that was it, game over for the two of you, there being no way he was going to get out of it now, and you couldn't help but curse your dumb luck as the two of them continued to converse - Miss Wells setting out exactly what was going to happen when and where. A couple of minutes later, Randall finally managed to escape, offering her a drink and quickly hustled back out into the hall towards you, looking immediately apologetic as he did.

"So, I take it it's off then," you muttered, cluing him into the fact that you'd basically overheard everything.

"I'm really sorry, dude. I had no idea they'd planned all this last night," he told you, trying to keep his voice down, "I'll totally make it up to you though."

Though it wasn't his fault, you couldn't help feeling snubbed, brushing this quickly off as just another empty promise. "Yeah, yeah."

Randall obviously meant it though, assuring you, "No, seriously. Tomorrow...Come round tomorrow. We'll hang out then!"

Though you were still somewhat reticent to agree, having been disappointed enough for one weekend, you eventually relented and Randall then led you through to the kitchen, towards the back door before Miss Wells saw you...