You get a bit of a shock when you walk into class on Monday.

After returning home much earlier than anticipated, you made up some excuse to give your parents and then headed up to your room to think over everything that had happened. Finding it all but impossible now to stop picturing Randall fucking that Alex dude. Dressing up in sexy lingerie for him and doing the exact same things in bed to him that he had to you. Why would he even do that with some random guy he doesn't even really know? you questioned. It not being like it was between you and him. Sure, you weren't in a relationship or married, but at least with you guys you'd been best friends for years. Making it a slightly more natural progression that he was wanted to experiment sexually with you. With Alex though, what was the drive? (Not wanting to think he was just better at it than you). Alright, so maybe he got drunk once and was horny, but sleeping together multiple times? That wasn't the act of a curious teenage boy inside an adult woman's body, that was purely the act of an adult woman. Unless...

Had he indeed been jealous at the thought of you being with someone else? With Gretchen? Had this been a way of getting back at you for considering it. The two of you had after all, (apart from once or twice before) only really started having sex with one another after you'd been dumped by Allison. Did Randall actually think that there was more between you than he was letting on?

Nah. Don't be fucking stupid, you told yourself, shaking your head. He said it himself, we only have sex for fun. And presumably also because you're the only guy who actually knows the truth about him, and who he can be himself around. Plus, he's the adult with the job and the car, and the house of his own. What the hell has he got to be jealous of me for?

You had zero answers, though the questions did keep you up that night. These, along with the fear that this argument you'd had might actually drive him back into Alex's arms, or even some other guys arms. Now that he knew who the father of his baby was...

For the rest of the weekend you did as requested and kept your distance from Randall. Neither phoning, texting, nor emailing him, despite how much you wanted to. Leaving him alone to stew until you finally saw him in class on Monday. When Monday finally arrived and 4th period Government beckoned, you wondered whether or not you just try to speak to him at the end of class. Deciding in the end that it would probably be best to leave him to make the first move. Not wanting to step out of line and dig yourself any bigger of a hole. Unlike Randall, you didn't have either the position of authority, nor the appropriate equipment (i.e huge breasts) to **** him to talk. As he had done to you all those weeks before when you'd been mad at him.

And so, stepping into Miss. Card's classroom, expecting to see Randall sitting there behind his desk as he always was, with his hair pinned up and those trademark black spectacles glasses perched on the end of his nose, you got somewhat of a surprise to find someone else entirely inhabiting his seat. A tallish man in his 50's with graying brown hair, a short goatee like beard, and a no nonsense look about him, watching all of your classmates pile one by one through the door. Causing you to wonder, Who the hell is this? And where's Randall?

"Alright, settle down. Settle down," he said, getting up off his chair and hushing the class. Heading over to the whiteboard then and pulling out a marker. "As you can see, I am not Miss. Card," he explained, scrawling his own name across its surface. "My name is Mr. Garrick, and I will be filling in for her while she's on leave." Naturally, this caused the entire room to start to murmur. Your fellow classmates jumping to conclusions as to why this may be. Hearing a few mentions of her being pregnant being repeated once again.

You meanwhile, couldn't quite believe what you were hearing. Leave of absence... What the hell!? Had you really upset him that much that he'd had to take time off? And when exactly was he planning on returning?

"Class, please!" Garrick shouted, again trying to quiet the class. "I said settle down. We've got a lot of work to get through so..."

Before he was able to though, a hand suddenly shot up, and you heard Melanie Chang ask, "But, sir... what's wrong with Miss. Card?" Another voice calling out immediately after, "Is it because she's pregnant?" Followed by "When will she be coming back?" This last question in particular being the one that you most wanted to hear answered.

"I don't know when she's coming back, or why she's on leave," Garrick hastily replied. Frustration evident in his voice. "I'm just a substitute. I don't know all the ins and outs. And even if I did, Miss. Card's personal life is her own business quite frankly, not yours. So that will be the end of it. No more questions. And I'll hear no more of these salacious rumors either." This presumably reference to the comment that was made about Randall being pregnant. Mr. Garrick not looking like the kind of teacher to tolerate that kind of thing. His voice stern and cold.

This in turn caused all the murmuring to stop and the raised hands to quickly lower. Being pretty sure that most of the questions and apparent concern for your friend's welfare were either noisy people looking for gossip, or horny guys with a similar infatuation for their busty teacher that you had. More concerned with when they'd next be able to get a glimpse down her blouse or check out her ass than whether she was actually alright or not. You on the other hand were deeply worried. Needing to know if the argument you'd had, on top of the pregnancy and finding everything else, had finally gotten too much for Randall and had driven him away.

As soon as class was over an hour later (it being so much dryer and less aesthetically pleasing that usual), you pulled out your phone and set about ascertaining answers. Texting Randall to ask where he was and why he wasn't in school today. Waiting for the rest of the day for a reply and getting none. Sending another then and another, and still hearing nothing. Even going so far as to try calling him on his home number after school. Getting nothing but an answer message. Fuck! You weren't sure if he was just ignoring you, or if he really wasn't in. Deciding, after another two whole days of this, as well as another two periods of Mr. Garrick droning on, that enough was enough and promptly headed over to his house to find out for yourself. Randall having had adequate time to be angry at you now, and this no longer being funny.

Knocking on the door, you got no answer. Not seeing his car around anywhere either. Wondering to yourself as you stood there if he had actually taken off somewhere. Hence the leave of absence. Though to be honest, you weren't entirely sure where he would go. Not to his dad and step-mom's, you figured, that's for damn sure. But if not there, where else? To Mr. Hanson's place? To Alex's? Hell, had he actually gone looking for John? You had no way of knowing, and no way of finding out either. All you could do was keep calling and heading over there every so often till he once again reappeared.

It was after about a week of this then that your mother finally pointed out, "I noticed you haven't been around at Laura's much lately. You haven't been getting tardy with your chores have you?" And you not really knowing how to reply. Did you tell her that you had no idea where Randall was, or did you continue to lie? Make up some crap about how you'd finished up with all the chores for the moment and 'she'd' given you some time off? In the end, you thought it best to delay. Figuring that she would eventually find out if he didn't return soon, but for now, thinking it better to protect you best friend, and in some small way at least, try to make amends for what you'd done. Randall having seemingly not told anyone where he was going, so presumably he didn't want your mom to know either. Not that it was easy mind, what with her constantly threatening to give him a call or pop round at some point. Thankfully, never actually managing to get round to it yet.

Time passed, and one week soon turned into two weeks, and two weeks into three, and still, you had heard nothing from Randall. Having no idea if he was alright or if he was ever coming back. Having seriously started to think about visiting Saunders and Kerry to see if they'd heard anything from him. Seeing as it was getting quite close to his follow-up appointment...

That was until one Saturday night while you were sitting alone in your room, your phone started to ring. Practically attacking the thing when you realized it was him.

"Randall!?!" you exclaimed. Breathing heavily down the line in both concern and excitement. Hearing his soft and sweet feminine voice reply a second later, "Hey, dude."

"Holy shit! Where the hell have you been?" you immediately started to question. "I've been going out of my mind here!" A million different thoughts tumbling out of your mouth all at the exact same moment. Not stopping for breath once as you blurted them all out. "Nobody knew where you were... I've been calling and calling... and my mom has started asking all these questions... and...and... Are you alright? Is everything okay? Where are you?" Feeling as if at any moment he might suddenly hang up.