Unsurprisingly, most of your school day was pretty uneventful. Every conversation you heard was pretty much about the dance and who made out with who, or who had ended up puking all over themselves - you apparently not being the only one who was a little worse for ware come Saturday morning. No one seemed to be aware of what had happened to you though. There apparently being a rumor going around that Coach Mullins and Miss. Card busted Bryce Spencer in the car park, along with some "other dude" that none could really remember. Guess I'm not popular enough to be ID'ed, you thought to yourself, Bryce obviously being a much bigger deal around school than you were. As well as being the main interest of the story. That was fine by you though. You didn't really want people knowing. Not if it meant it getting back to your parents.
As for Allison, your now ex-girlfriend, you saw her very briefly in the hallway after third period. Clocking you up ahead, she immediately course corrected to avoid you. Though in a way you were glad, wanting very much to avoid any kind of awkward scene, you also couldn't help but feel saddened as she disappeared then down the corridor, giving you little more than an awkward glance. School had already changed so much with everything that had happened to Randall, that without Allison by your side as she had been for the last year and a half, who else now did you really have?
Should maybe ask Sean if he wants to start hanging out at lunch and stuff...
Your thoughts were interrupted just the however, by a sudden hard clap on the back, followed by a loud holler.
"Whoop whoop!" a now familiar voice cried. Turning around to see none other than Bryce happily grinning away. "What up, bro? I see you survived the weekend."
"Hey. Yeah... I, uh, I did," you told him. Having not really expected to see him so soon. "How you doing?"
"Better than I was on Friday night. Fucking hangover! Add to that all the shit my dad gave me, I guess in a way I'm still lucky to be alive!"
"Shit. Sorry, dude."
"Why, sorry? Wasn't your fault some little dick-weed blabbed." It was true, it wasn't. But then again, you did go home with your super hot history teacher, played video games, watched movies and had sex all weekend, instead of getting balled at by your parents.
He of course had no idea about any of this though, and simply continued. "So, how'd it go with your folks? They rip you a new one?"
"Uh... yeah," you lied. "Yeah, they were pretty pissed alright."
"Same. Now I've got to do chores for my Uncle every weekend to make up for it, as well as this stupid fucking detention."
"Still... beats getting expelled, right?" you offered, trying in some small way try to relieve yourself of guilt.
Bryce seemed to agree with this at least, telling you, "That it does, bro. That it does." Appearing to have a pretty upbeat attitude about the whole thing (then again, he was a pretty upbeat guy). "Speaking of which, guess I'll see you after school... Miss. Card's class. Coach told me she's gonna be the one taking us for detention."
This was news to you, having not heard anything about your punishment since you arrived in school. Presuming you'd get the details from Randall later on.
"Oh... okay. Thanks," you told him, not exactly being over the moon about this. Crap. Randall made it out like it was just gonna be me and him. Not Bryce as well...
"Anyway, I gotta run. Peace out, bro."
"Yeah, peace," you said, waving him off as he then made his way towards a bunch of his jock friends who were waiting for him at the end of the corridor. You meanwhile, very much needed to talk to Randall now and find out what exactly was going on.
Fortunately for you then, that was just where you'd been heading - 4th period Government, room 275.
Once in class and sat down, you again had to try and shift your perceptions as your best friend strutted his way into class on his high heels, looking every bit the professional teacher he was supposed to be. Those images you had of him in sexy lingerie, as Tomb Raider, in the super revealing swimsuit... as well as on top of you, enthusiastically riding your dick, had to be put to one side for now. No matter how increasing difficult that was starting to be. Not that he had any problem with it, it seemed. Having, after all these weeks, gotten rather used to this pretense. Speaking to you just the same as he would any other student in the room, as he questioned you on electoral reforms. Giving no indication whatsoever that he was secretly hiding in there.
"Oh,and Mr. Connors... if I could have a quick word with you before you leave," he said, after the bell had gone and everyone else had started packing up their things, clearly wanting to speak with you too.
"Yes Miss?" you asked, playing along until the last of your classmates had left. Telling him then, "So I bumped into Bryce earlier, and he tells me we're both doing detention together. What's the deal with that?"
"Yeah. Sorry, dude," Randall apologized, getting up from his desk. "I spoke to Mullins this morning and the only way we could work it is if I take the both of you after school. He's got all of his sports teams and stuff, and it'd look kinda suspicious anyway if I suggested taking only you and not Bryce. Like I was playing favorites or something."
"I guess you're right. Sucks though," you lamented. Randall having actually made it sound like detention might actually be fun. "Now I'll actually have to study."
"Not all the time though. Coach did say he might use Bryce to help him out a few times a week, as part of his punishment, so we can still goof around."
"Well at least that's something..."
His reaction to this however was to point out that ,"Don't forget, dude, you did break the rules. Can't expect to get drunk on school property and not get punished for it." Presumably misreading this as a lack of gratitude.
"Geeze! Listen to you!" you told him, thinking this slightly hypocritical. He'd broken enough rules himself and never got caught for it, so it was kind of rich him saying this now. One of those rules in particular - sleeping with a student - being far worse than anything you'd done. Not that you were in much of a hurry to bring that up, being perfectly fine with that particular misdemeanor. "Like you really wouldn't have done the same."
Agreeing with you there, but telling you then that things were a lot different now that he was an adult and a teacher, and he had to be a lot more conscious of his actions (at least out in public), the conversation then drifted onto other things - specifically your mom.
"So what was all that she was saying to you yesterday about a dinner party? You really gonna go?"
"Well I said so, so yeah," Randall nodded. "Kinda have to now."
"Well just you watch out. She's totally trying to hook you and this Alex guy up. She's on a mission." That much was abundantly clear, having heard her on the phone to her friend Michelle that very same night, gushing over what a beautiful young woman Randall was and how she thought him and Alex would get on great. It was almost as if she'd completely forgotten it was actually Randall under there. Your best friend seemingly having done too good a job at fooling her as well.
While you were busy discussing this, there was a knock on the door and Mr. Hanson appeared in the doorway.
"Miss. Card? Do you have a second?"
"Oh, Mr. Hanson, hi," Randall smiled, beckoning him in. "Yes, of course. Come on in. Tim here was just leaving anyway." You hadn't been, but it seems that you were now. Not that you minded too much. The two of you having cleared the air when it came to George Hanson and their friendship last week. Randall, much like you, needing a buddy of his own for when you weren't around.
Leaving them to it then, you sent Sean a text asking if he wanted to hang out for lunch. He did, and the two of you met up in the cafeteria about five minutes later.
"So, how was the dance?" he asked as you sat down to eat, having obviously not been there himself. "I hear someone got caught drinking booze outside and started fighting with Coach Mullins. Matthew Brady told me he got clocked right in the mouth."
You couldn't help but laugh at this. It amazing you how quickly things get blown out of proportion. "Not exactly... But yeah, there was a little drinking going on."
"You know who it was?"
Though you did want to keep things pretty hush-hush and not incriminate yourself anymore than you had already (or possibly face the ridicule of getting caught), a small part of you was, in a strange sort of rebellious way, actually kind of proud. It being the exact sort of thing you were sure other people did all the time. Getting endless amusement out of sharing it with one other. Certainly, under normal circumstances, you wouldn't have been able to wait to share the news with Randall, and seeing as Sean was now the next best thing, that very same small part of you wanted to share it with him now too...
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