Deciding to hell with it, figuring he would probably find out anyway, you told him exactly who had been in that car that night, and also how much you'd had to drink. Sean was of course rather taken aback, but also, oddly impressed, wanting to know every single little detail. Filling him in then on what had happened with Allison prior, as well as meeting Bryce out in the parking lot, you gave him a quick summary of everything you could actually remember, as well as peppering in a few things Randall had told you after the fact. Much like Randall, he shared his sympathies with you over getting dumped, bemoaning the way Allison had gone about it, calling her "cold".
"...and at the school dance of all places. Wow! I mean... that really, really sucks."
"Yeah. But what can you do?" you told him, trying your best to put it all behind you. "What's done is done. Time to move on I guess."
"I suppose. Must have been one crappy night though. Getting dumped first, then having to explain everything to your parents when you got home. They must have gone ape shit."
"Yeah... kinda," you again had to lie, quickly redirecting the conversation, "But the hangover the next morning was definitely the worst part."
"I'll bet," he laughed. Thankfully giving up the whole 'parents' aspect of his inquiry. "Still, it's amazing that you guys never got expelled. How on earth did you get Mullins to let you off so easy?" Sean knowing all to well what he was like from weightlifting class.
Before you even had time to properly think about what you were saying, you replied, "Well it wasn't actually Coach Mullins, it was... uh..." Realizing then that you were getting yourself into hot water by mentioning Randall, but not really being able to backtrack. "...Miss. Card... You know, the history teacher?" Shit. Why did I tell him that?
"Miss. Card?" he asked, "Is that the one with the huge..." Miming then a pair of large, imaginary breasts. This of course being her most defining trait.
"Yeah, that's her."
"Wow, she was there too?" He actually seemed rather excited about this revelation. But he was still curious. "And she... she just let you off with detention? Why?"
Why indeed? You'd kind of painted yourself into a corner now.
"Well because she's kind of a friend of the fam... I mean, my mom's," you told him, doing your best to try and cover your tracks, needing to come up with some other explanation than because she is actually your dead best friend posing as your teacher. In a way it was also kind of true, your mom had invited him over for a dinner party after all. "They know each other a bit, and I think she did it because of that."
"She's a friend of your mom's? Holy shit!" This part obviously being more exciting to him than the rest. Asking then, "Does she like come over to your house and stuff?"
"She's been there once or twice." ...Since Randall's been in possession of her body.
"I can't believe that. You are so fucking lucky!" he said, sounding slightly jealous. "I mean, I've never been in any of her classes, I've only seen her around the hallways and stuff, but she has to be without a doubt the fittest teacher I've ever seen. And those tits...There's now way those things are real!"
They were, and they were spectacular! But then, you couldn't really tell him that could you? "I...uh, I dunno..."
Firing question after question at you then, being a bit like a dog with a bone now that he'd heard (a slightly altered version) of your relationship with the new Miss. Card. Clearly having the hots for her just like every other male in the school did. On the one hand, you kind of wished you hadn't said anything, and on the other, it was actually kind of refreshing to talk this way - just like the conversations of old you and Randall used to have. Add to that the sense of importance and pride it gave you to be able to actually admit you knew this gorgeous teacher outside of school. It in a way, elevating your status in front of your gushing friend. Having gone up somewhat in his estimations.
After a fun and enjoyable talk with him over lunch, lapping up his praise as he continued to squeeze you for information, you agreed to make this a permanent arrangement from now on and headed off to your separate classes. Sean joking as he went that "shame we can't use those tits, last period, instead of dumbbells. Lifting those things would be a serious workout!"
"Yeah..." you smiled. Reveling in the fact that, unbeknownst to him, you had experienced the immense weight of those two beauties. A fact that Sean could could never ever know. "See you later, dude."
Two periods later, and after again seeing him in weightlifting - both him and Coach Mullins, who pretty much glared at you throughout the entire class - you headed back over to Randall's classroom for your very first hour of detention. Finding Bryce already there, sitting down inside.
"Sit down please, Mr. Connors." Randall instructed, looking up at you from behind his glasses. Giving you a brief little speech then about why you were there and why you should never break the rules again. It was of course purely for Bryce's benefit (or at least you hoped it was), but at the same time, it still felt very much like he actually chewing out you for real - recalling what he'd said earlier about needing to be punished. Mind you, these days it was difficult to tell what was acting and what was not. It often becoming blurred.
Once he was done, Bryce looked over at you and rolled his eyes, obviously not taking any of it too seriously. Returning the eye roll with a smirk, you then spent the next hour basically studying in silence (or at least pretending to), while Randall sat there behind his desk, marking papers. Occasionally looking up to "shh" you both when Bryce would try to get your attention with a whisper. It was long and torturous and not exactly something you were looking forward to doing 14 more times, sighing with relief when it was finally over.
Telling you both that he'd see you here at the same time tomorrow, you planned to hang back for a minute to talk to Randall once Bryce was gone. Unfortunately, Bryce put a stop to that, basically forcing you out the door with him as he groaned about how much of a "waste of time" that really was. "Still, she's pretty hot for a teacher, bro. There's plenty of worse things to be **** to stare at for an hour."
"Yeah," you agreed, looking back over your shoulder at Randall who just shrugged and gave you a little wave, as Bryce then playfully wrapped an arm around your neck.
"So where you heading now? I couple of my homies are heading to the mall to grab a shake if you wanna come with?"
"I... uh, I was actually just planning on heading home to be honest," you told him, still hoping you could get back to Randall. Not being entirely confident either than his "homies" would want you hanging around.
Bryce was adamant however, playfully tightening his hold on your neck. "Screw that! Come hang with us instead, it'll be fun."
"I dunno, Bryce... I really should be getting back..." You still had to come up with an excuse as to why you were late home (and would be for the next three weeks) as well.
While he was doing his very best to persuade you, a distinctly female voice suddenly interrupted your conversation. The voice in question belonging to Amy Matthews, who was heading down the corridor towards you, along with her best friend Lana. "Hey Bryce," she said with a smile, stopping the two of you in your tracks. Amy and Lana being part of the whole 'super hot and popular' clique and not anyone you usually had any interaction with.
Bryce on the other hand knew them well. ...Hell, he'd probably even dated one, if not both of them at some point.
"What up girls?" he asked, releasing you from the headlock.
Informing him that they'd just gotten finished up with cheerleading practice, Amy then asked him, "What's this we heard from Debbie Gibson about you getting caught drinking in the car park on Friday night?"
Bryce had obviously had to deal with this a lot today and just laughed it right off. "Ha ha, yeah. Coach gave me total shit. But I wasn't the only one - this guy here was the brains behind the whole thing!"
"I was...?" you questioned, as Bryce pointed towards you. Sort of remembering it happening the other way round.
It was only after that you realized he was trying to big you up in front of the girls, quickly moving then onto the introductions. "...You guys know Tim right?"
Though you'd been in a couple of classes together a few years back, you honestly didn't expect either of them them to remember you. You had never exactly been a stand-out student after all.
Surprising though, it seemed they did. Lana replying, "Yeah... I think so. We were in Mrs. Naismith's Chemistry class together right?"
"Yeah," you said, rather amazed. Thinking, Wow... she does remember me!
"Didn't know you and Bryce hung out together..."
Neither did I. One minute you were pretty much a nobody going about his own business, the next you're suddenly all buddy-buddy with a star football player, and chatting to two of the hottest babes in the school. What the hell was going on?
Interjecting then, Bryce asked them both, "So,what you ladies up to? Me and Tim were just gonna meet up with some of the guys at the mall and grab a shake if you're up for it."
"Yeah, sure," the two of them replied, Amy then pulling out her cellphone, "I'll just text Brandi and tell her to meet us there."
Brandi Summers? Holy crap! She's like the queen bee of the entire freaking school!
You hadn't even wanted to go in the first place and now you were being roped into meeting up with half the cheerleading squad as well. This certainly wasn't how you'd envisioned spending your afternoon that was for sure...
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