You know that expression—walking on cloud nine? Well, that was me as I strolled down the halls on Monday. Everything was going so great—Dinah and Liam, Lauren and me, and school—that I felt like I was on a happy drug and never wanted to come down.
Lauren had kissed me good-bye Sunday morning after Homecoming, having to leave for a daytrip to Weston to visit her brother. I hinted that I'd love to join her some weekend and meet Chris, but I didn't want to push it either. I got the impression that Lauren really enjoyed her alone time with her brother, so I'd wait until the time was right.
She hadn't called or texted all day yesterday, so I started to worry when I hadn't heard from her. But, at about ten o'clock last night, she'd finally crawled through my window and slid into bed next to me. As she spooned me, we both fell into a deliciously deep sleep.
Between the tickle torture she woke me up with this morning and the rush to school, I had barely talked to her about her visit with her brother.
"So, get your ass out to the parking lot right after school today." Madoc sauntered up to me as I headed to French class. He was grinning from ear to ear. "We're going to practice racing out on Route Five. Lots of dirt road and hills."
I pushed up the sleeves of my thin, black cardigan that I wore over my Avenged Sevenfold t-shirt. I was hot as hell as I battled the crowd in the hallway. "Why would I want to practice racing? And with you?"
"Because Lauren said you were looking at a G8 to buy. We could spend the winter getting it ready to race in the spring. Lauren says she's got work after school, so that means you're free, and we can bond." He nodded his filthy- flirtatious head like I should be so excited.
I couldn't lie and say that I wasn't interested in buying a car. Lauren had seen my internet printouts. A guy in Chicago was selling a Pontiac G8 that had me drooling, but I hadn't decided to buy it yet.
Madoc raised his eyebrows. His light blue oxford hung open over a dark gray t-shirt, and with his boyish demeanor, it was hard to stay agitated with him. He was trying to be friendly, after all.
But I forced a stern voice. "I have labs twice a week, including today. I have cross country. Not to mention, I have papers due in Themes and French early next week, and a Math and Chemistry test right before Halloween next Friday. Some other time. . . .maybe." I breathed out the last part as I opened the door to French class.
"Don't be such a party pooper!" Madoc followed me in and shouted loud enough for the whole classroom to hear. "Those naked pictures of us skinny dipping were for my eyes only."
I halted, and closed my eyes as I sensed every student in the room turn to stare at me. Was he seriously doing this to me again?!
Snickers and not-so-subtle laughs erupted, while I took a moment to straighten my shoulders and proceed to my desk. I caught Ben out of the corner of my eye, his long legs crossed at the ankles and one hand tapping a pen on his notebook. His eyes were downcast, but he was clearly trying to hold back a laugh.
"Mr. Caruthers." Madame Lyon stepped out from behind her desk and addressed Madoc in English, crossing her arms over her chest. "I assume you have somewhere you need to be right now."
Madoc placed one hand over his chest, while the other hand gestured to me. "Nowhere but by her side until the end of time," he answered.
I cleared my throat as I took my seat. "Piss off," I mouthed to him.
With a fake pout puckering his lips, Madoc backed out of the door and disappeared.
As soon as the door closed, I heard some cell phones ringers go off around me including some vibrating from other phones, including mine. Weird. Why were we all getting notifications at the same time?
"Mettez vos telephones off, s'il vous plaît!" Madame told us to turn our phones off. It was a school rule to keep them silenced during instructional time, but everyone carried theirs on them.
I quickly reached into my bag to completely silence mine as a few others were bold enough to actually check their notifications covertly.
As I went to lower my volume, I saw that it was a text from Lauren. A little shot of heat surged through my chest, and I hid my phone under the desk so I could check the message.
