and locked eyes with her. The shock of her presence was evident as the smile on his face quickly waned. He stumbled off beat for a moment then expertly regained his composure and turned away as if he never saw her in the first place. He chugged his beer then crushed the can on his head, much to the delight of the three blondes he danced with. He whispered something into each of their ears, making them smile even more, then all three of them disappeared into the crowd.
Relieved, Delia sighed and went back to sipping her water alone in the booth. I better get used to this, she thought . Looks like I’m going to be alone for a long time.
“What are you doing here?” Chase asked as he sat down next to her. “This doesn’t strike me as your kind of place.”
“What am I doing here? I’m not the one who’s seventeen. How did you even get in this place?”
Chase looked over his shoulder suspiciously and said, “I’m not even the only Saxon Arms student here. They’re called fake ID’s and they’re really not that hard to come by.”
“Who are looking for, Chase?” Delia asked when he continued to look around.
“No one. Look.” Chase turned and stared directly into Delia’s eyes. For a moment, he forgot what he wanted to say. “Um, you can’t call me Chase anymore. It’ll seem weird if the only person that calls me by a different name is my math teacher. No one can know that we … know each other. It’ll ruin my … my … image.
Delia was stunned. He was worried about his image? What was so important about his silly little high school reputation? She was the one that faced jail time! And besides, what high school boy wouldn’t want it to get out that he had slept with his teacher? It didn’t make any sense.
Chase, or C.J. rather, stood to leave then he stopped and looked at her again. “I … I … ” Instead of finishing his thought, he dashed out of the club.
After his quick departure, Delia let her eyes wander, looking for these supposed other Saxon Arms students. Sure enough, she spotted Angie and Ian trying to sneak out unnoticed.
***
“So what does C.J. stand for?” Angie asked Monday morning as she sat on his lap before class started. Angie took every opportunity to touch him and flirt with him that she could. She was still trying to win that bet and get C.J. to ask her to Homecoming. She had to work fast. It was only three days away.
“Chase Jordan,” C.J. said, trying to act like he didn’t care that a beautiful girl was sitting on his lap. The fact was he did care, but not in the way she wanted him to care. He found Angie extremely annoying. He had absolutely no interest in her, but he had to flirt back in order to keep up his image.
“That is so sexy,” Angie crooned as she tousled his dark shaggy hair. C.J. glanced over at Delia, hoping she heard what his real name first name was. At least he hadn’t lied about that.
Delia stared intently at her computer, pretending she wasn’t listening to Angie and C.J. The truth was , she was completely enthralled with their conversation. There were a few questions she wanted to ask herself but couldn’t.
“Do you have a girlfriend?” Normally, C.J. would have responded with one of the many lies that clouded his life, but for Delia’s sake he gave an honest answer.
“Nope, no girlfriend.”
“Really? I heard you were dating three different college girls.”
“Well, I did meet someone special this summer, but it didn’t work out.” C.J. looked at Delia again. He hoped she heard all that.
“Are you going to the homecoming dance?” Angie asked boldly.
“Dances aren’t really my thing,” C.J. said with charming aloofness. What he meant was high school dances weren’t really his thing. He loved to dance, especially with Delia.
“Ms. Clark, are you still chaperoning the dance?”
Relieved, Delia sighed and went back to sipping her water alone in the booth. I better get used to this, she thought . Looks like I’m going to be alone for a long time.
“What are you doing here?” Chase asked as he sat down next to her. “This doesn’t strike me as your kind of place.”
“What am I doing here? I’m not the one who’s seventeen. How did you even get in this place?”
Chase looked over his shoulder suspiciously and said, “I’m not even the only Saxon Arms student here. They’re called fake ID’s and they’re really not that hard to come by.”
“Who are looking for, Chase?” Delia asked when he continued to look around.
“No one. Look.” Chase turned and stared directly into Delia’s eyes. For a moment, he forgot what he wanted to say. “Um, you can’t call me Chase anymore. It’ll seem weird if the only person that calls me by a different name is my math teacher. No one can know that we … know each other. It’ll ruin my … my … image.
Delia was stunned. He was worried about his image? What was so important about his silly little high school reputation? She was the one that faced jail time! And besides, what high school boy wouldn’t want it to get out that he had slept with his teacher? It didn’t make any sense.
Chase, or C.J. rather, stood to leave then he stopped and looked at her again. “I … I … ” Instead of finishing his thought, he dashed out of the club.
After his quick departure, Delia let her eyes wander, looking for these supposed other Saxon Arms students. Sure enough, she spotted Angie and Ian trying to sneak out unnoticed.
***
“So what does C.J. stand for?” Angie asked Monday morning as she sat on his lap before class started. Angie took every opportunity to touch him and flirt with him that she could. She was still trying to win that bet and get C.J. to ask her to Homecoming. She had to work fast. It was only three days away.
“Chase Jordan,” C.J. said, trying to act like he didn’t care that a beautiful girl was sitting on his lap. The fact was he did care, but not in the way she wanted him to care. He found Angie extremely annoying. He had absolutely no interest in her, but he had to flirt back in order to keep up his image.
“That is so sexy,” Angie crooned as she tousled his dark shaggy hair. C.J. glanced over at Delia, hoping she heard what his real name first name was. At least he hadn’t lied about that.
Delia stared intently at her computer, pretending she wasn’t listening to Angie and C.J. The truth was , she was completely enthralled with their conversation. There were a few questions she wanted to ask herself but couldn’t.
“Do you have a girlfriend?” Normally, C.J. would have responded with one of the many lies that clouded his life, but for Delia’s sake he gave an honest answer.
“Nope, no girlfriend.”
“Really? I heard you were dating three different college girls.”
“Well, I did meet someone special this summer, but it didn’t work out.” C.J. looked at Delia again. He hoped she heard all that.
“Are you going to the homecoming dance?” Angie asked boldly.
“Dances aren’t really my thing,” C.J. said with charming aloofness. What he meant was high school dances weren’t really his thing. He loved to dance, especially with Delia.
“Ms. Clark, are you still chaperoning the dance?”
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