Notes on a Scandal

FOUR €

A quick week passes and Elizabeth has come to Cate's class for private tutoring three times after school. Bringing her own supplies and tools hidden at home. They worked on different techniques and how to perfect angles of the face and their shadows.

As the lunch bell rings signalling the third class of the day, Cate finds a note on her desk. She unfolds it and sees hand writing from someone she can't keep her mind off of.

Meet me under the bridge at 8pm tonight ;)
-E

It's from Elizabeth. Cate knows that hand writing and the "E" gives everything else away. She carefully refolds the paper and shoves it into her thin, cardigan pocket.

Cate knows the exact bridge the young girl talks about. A couple days ago, they had crossed paths and Elizabeth helplessly flirted with the teacher under the bridge.

Cate's first instinct was not to go, because Elizabeth is a student and so much younger than her. As the day goes by, time seems to go slower and Cate only grew more lonely and desperate.

She got home at six in the afternoon, her husband: Andrew, sits on the couch watching television. She goes to the kitchen and pours herself a large glass of red wine.

She sits down in the lounge chair across from Andrew and curls her knees up to her chest and sips on her liquor.

She leans back and thinks about the note from the young girl. She checks her phone, the time reads seven-thirty.

She finishes her glass of wine and stands up to put it in the sink. "Honey.." she calls out to her husband.

"Yes, Cathrine?" He asks, using her full name.

"I'm going out to see Sarah now, she texted." Cate lies.

"Okay, have some fun." Andrew says in a monotone voice. Cate sighs and kisses him on the cheek without hesitation and walks out the door with her purse and phone in hand.

She grabs her bike and starts riding to the bridge that's a couple miles down town from her home. There's a small tunnel that separates the driving lane from the walking lane, giving them more privacy if they were to meet there.

She can see a figure illuminated from the dull light at the top of the tunnel as she gets closer. She hops off her bike and walks it the rest of the way.

She pulls it into the tunnel and leans it against the wall, she turns to see Elizabeth leaning against the wall.

Cate takes multiple large, menacing steps towards her so only a few centimetres separate them. They can feel each others breath on their faces. Cate watches Elizabeth's eyes flickers to her lips and back up to her eyes multiple times.

For Elizabeth, the short moment felt like years as the older woman asserts her dominance and height.

The eye contact breaks as Cate steps back with a smirk on her face. She doesn't know what came over her but at this point she doesn't care. She just likes how small and submissive Elizabeth looks underneath her gaze.

"Shall we go, assuming you have a plan for tonight?" Cate speaks up.

"Yes Miss." Elizabeth says, she brushes herself off and starts to walk beside the older woman leading her to a secret area.

It's behind a couple old, abandoned buildings that have the train tracks blocking the other side. There's just enough room for them to sneak through and set up a place to lay down.

Elizabeth pulls a pack of smokes from her pocket and lights it before taking a deep drag. She lets the nicotine run through her veins before exhaling.

She looks to Cate and offers the dart, "Mm thank you. I haven't smoked for ages." Cate admits. She takes a couple short puffs getting her lungs used to the smoke once more. She lets the smoke slowly drift from her mouth with experience.

"Why's that, Miss?" Elizabeth asks.

"My husband dislikes it, I stopped for him." Cate says with a shrug of her shoulders. Elizabeth pulls out another dart as Cate places the other back into her mouth for another drag. "Oh sorry you can have this one back!" Cate says apologetically trying to hand it back to the young girl.

"Don't worry, I have a good stash at home, I steal 'em from my dad." Elizabeth admits.

"I don't think that's something you should be telling your teacher, Miss Aird..." Cate teases.

"And I don't think you should be out this late with your student, Miss Blanchett." Elizabeth teases back.