There were still voices coming from inside - your mother's being the most notable, currently laughing away - indicating that the dinner party was still in full swing. Quietly opening the door, you went inside and began to make out other voices as well. One of them being Randall's...
"...No, no. I enjoy it. I mean, it's not all expanding people's minds and equipping them for the outside world and stuff," he said, presumably talking about being a teacher (sounding slightly tipsy). "Some of those kids can be right little shits, if you'll excuse my language."
"No, I'll bet," Alex replied with a chuckle. "So how long have you been working there for?"
"About a month and half..." Randall told him, quickly correcting himself as he realized his mistake. "Eh, no... sorry. I mean just over a year." A month and a half being how long he had been teaching for, not Miss. Card. "All this wine must be going to my head."
"That's alright. I get a little lightheaded myself when I haven't drunk in a while. Been too busy lately with moving."
"Yeah, moving is a bitch," Randall agreed. "I just moved into a new house a few weeks back. Still unpacking and getting everything where it should be."
You are? you said to yourself, finding this rather amusing. Seeing how so far, it seemed like you were the one doing the most of it.
Inquiring then, "Oh yeah. Whereabouts?" in response to Randall's mention of a new house, you decided now was the time to make your presence known. Stepping into the living room - where the voices were coming from -and greeting them all with, "Hey everyone. I'm back." Watching as everyone's eyes turned to look at you.
"Tim...?" your mother asked, looking rather surprised (as well as slightly cross). "What are you doing back so early? I thought you were out watching a movie."
"I was, but it finished," you informed her, lying then, "and... uh, Sean had to head home." Your attention turning to Randall, who you had yet to see today. Standing over by the stereo with a glass in hand, right next to Alex. "Hey there, Laura."
"Hi, Tim. Hows it going?" he replied slightly awkwardly. Dressed in a sexy but classy, red, off the shoulder dress. This one managing to actually hide his cleavage, but being unable to disguise the two massive spherical mounds bulging out from his chest.
"Sorry, I'm not interrupting anything am I?" you then asked. Well aware that you were.
"Yes, actually," your mother said, staring daggers at you and angrily elbowing your father. Presumably in an effort to get him to say something. He didn't however, looking like he'd had more than a few wines himself.
"That's alright. Tim's welcome to join us," Alex smiled, beckoning you in. "Grab a glass of wine." Looking then over at your mother, "That is, if you're allowed..."
You knew what the answer was going to be before she even said it. Still having not fully forgiven you for getting drunk that very first night at Randall's.
"No he most certainly isn't," she said, handing her glass to your dad and storming then towards you. "Tim, come with me."
After being ****-ably led by the arm to the privacy of the kitchen,you asked her "Whats up?" Still acting the innocent even though you knew exactly what she was going to tell you. It being written all over her lightly made up face.
"You know whats up. You were meant to make yourself scarce for the night. Now you're just going to get in the way."
Though subconsciously, this may have well been what you were planning (it sounding like Randall and Alex were getting on a bit too well for your liking), you did just genuinely want to just hang around in the background for a while. It being kind of rare that you actually got to see your friend in a situation like this... as well as still being kind of curious about Alex too. And so you told her, with as much conviction as you could muster, "I just stopped in to say hi. I wasn't gonna do anything."
"You'd better not have been." Even as she said this, it was clear that she was suspicious. Still not fully trusting you the way that she trusted Randall.
In the end, she told you that "if you must hang around, why don't you go up your bedroom out of everyone's hair", not wanting to take the risk that you might try and sabotage things, or just generally be a pest.
This of course made you feel rather annoyed, being treated like a little kid once more, as if you weren't allowed to be seen around the 'grownups', but you did as you were told. Grumbling away to yourself as you ascended the stairs. Your pride having taken a bit of a kick after you'd been flat out denied a drink of wine in front of Randall and Alex and Michelle, even though they were all happily drinking away themselves. Not that you were in a hurry to get drunk again after last weekend or anything, it was more the principle of the thing. I'm nearly 18 for God sake! Still, 18 was a long way from 21 you realized and you were just a kid in comparison to the rest of them - Randall included. It just frustrated you to be left out all the time. The irony being, that if it wasn't for Randall's presence, much like your brother and sister, you wouldn't give a rats ass about attending one of your parent's social gatherings. Wanting to be as far away as possible. He did look really hot in that dress though truth be told, and you could feel your dick twitching slightly at the thought of it. It being amazing how much of a turn on an article of clothing could be - provided there was a sexy woman inside it.
You put this out of your mind however and instead logged onto your computer to see if anything exciting had happened on Facebook (hoping it would distract you for a while). Much to your surprise, you spotted a friend request from Gretchen, which you immediately accepted. Scrolling then through her pictures and reading through her various messages, almost as if you feared it had been some kind of mistake and you would soon be denied access again.
I can't believe Gretchen wants to be friend's with me, you thought, staring at her beauty. Allowing yourself a moment to ponder What if Sean is actually right... What if she does like me?
Hearing a knock on the door then and assuming it was your mom come to tell you off again or something, you spun round in your chair and called out aggressively, "What?"
As it turned out, it was Randall. His now very familiar feminine voice replying with a slight whisper, "Dude, it's me... Can I come in?"
Naturally, you didn't even hesitate. Asking him as he quietly crept inside, "Hows...uh, hows it going?" mesmerized for a moment by that red dress and how well it clung to his body. Having never before had someone so beautifully dressed inside your bedroom.
"It's alright. Your mom's being her usual self, but at least Alex seems okay. Not as dull or as much of an ass as some guys I've met."
"Yeah. He seems okay... I guess," you agreed, wishing in some ways that he was an ass so that it'd be much easier to dislike him. "You realize my mom will totally freak if she finds you up here," you then told him. Certain that you'd somehow get the blame for it even if it was his doing.
"It's cool. I told them I was just going to the bathroom...Which I actually just had to. All this wine is still making me piss like a trooper!" If there was one thing you could rely on Randall for, it was to keep you well informed of his bathroom visits. Even as a guy he couldn't help himself. The phrase "too much information" being lost on him.
"Speaking of which, I thought you were off the booze." Recalling how ill he'd felt after all those heavy sessions. The image of him vomiting into the bin in his classroom springing immediately to mind.
"I was," he told you. "But it hasn't been so bad recently. Seems like my body's finally gotten over whatever that was. Haven't spewed once in over a week."
This was good news. It seeming really odd that Miss. Card's body was having a hard time coping with **** all of a sudden. Though it could well have been something to do with the transplant. His bit of brain perhaps needing a little time to get used to the changes.
"Anyway, I was just wanting to thank you for yesterday and apologize again for rushing off. The place looks a hell of a lot better now, and hopefully it will pass your mom's 'inspection'."
"That's cool. How did it go with Miss. Esposita anyway?"
Filling you in then on the trials and tribulations of the sexy Spanish teacher's love life, as well as the amount of ice cream and slushy movies he had to endure while trying to console her, you then took the opportunity to directed his attention towards the computer screen and your own recent development - Gretchen Collins having added you on Facebook.
"Can you believe it? Gretchen fucking Collins... Christ knows how that happened!"
"Yeah, that's pretty... awesome..." he told you, not exactly matching your level of enthusiasm as you scrolled down the page. Looking again at the various photos.
"Sean thinks that maybe she likes me likes me, but I'm not so sure. What do you think?"
"I dunno. Gretchen's a pretty popular girl. Way more popular than Allison ever was."
"True," you said. Allison having had a brief stint on the cheerleading squad last year, but in no way matching the popularity of those other girls. Having never really fit in all that well either.
"Besides, don't you think she's a bit..." he began, somewhat awkwardly. Stopping himself then.
"A bit what?" you asked, very much wanting to know what he was going to say.
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