Don't Catch Me!

Chapter 28 - All's Fair in Love and War

Chapter 28  - All's Fair in Love and War

Just like he did that first day we just slotted into the classes.  The teachers gave us strange looks but didn’t question our sudden appearance.  It was a bizarre experience. 

“I don’t get it?” I asked Joel as we walked to the next class.  I had no idea where he got the books or the schedule from but he had disappeared for half an hour and returned with all the things we needed.  “I thought the dimensions split off when a huge change occurred.  This place looks, feels and sounds just the same as my dimension.”

“There will be something different.”  He seemed distracted.  “I need to do something.  I will meet you back here after class.”

“You are ditching?  Already?”

“You can’t ditch what you aren’t enrolled in Cissy.  Just let me know if you find anything out.  OK.”  His lips brushed mine and he smiled at me before he turned and left me at the classroom door.

I sat at the desk and felt disorientated.  To be sitting at a desk at school like a normal teenager just felt wrong, especially given everything that I had been through since jumping with Joel.

“Hi there babe, you new?”  I looked up as someone slid into the seat next to me.  I looked at my new neighbour confused, he was breathtakingly gorgeous.  Why was he talking to me?  After all he looked like the stereotype player.  His brown hair was curly but tamed into a short style.   His smile was confident and his green eyes pierced into me.  He even wore the football jacket.  But why was he smiling at me?

“Trent’s the name.”  He flashed his pearly whites.

 “Fran,” I dubiously accepted his hand. 

“Well Fran, welcome to Ridgeview High, I am your orientation buddy,” he laughed at my confusion.  “I am going to show you the ropes and ease you in.”  The double meaning was very clear in that statement and he smirked as he winked at me.

What was it?  Did I have a neon sign strapped to my back blinking ‘Sleaze Me Up’?

“Look Trent, babe, if you show me the ropes I’ll hog tie you and ease you right out the door.  Get it?”

“Hmm, kinky.  I like you.  Sit with me at lunch.”

“Sorry got plans,” his eyebrows shot up in question so I shrugged and looked at my hands, “Buffing my nails.”

He looked at my hands.  My nails were a mess - well after all yesterday I had fought a gladiatorial battle. 

“Yeah, I like you a lot.  You and I are going to have some serious fun.”

I turned to glare at him but the teacher entered the room and started the lesson.  For the rest of the class I fended off Trent.  He spent the entire time touching me.  Just small touches, a soft stroke along my arm or my leg, then he would chuckle as I batted him away. 

I breathed a sigh of relief when the bell rang.  But my relief was short lived. 

Trent draped his arm around my shoulders and leaned into me, “You are one feisty, hot babe.”

“Stop calling me babe!” I stood up letting his arm drop and left him chuckling while I strode out of the classroom. 

Once out the door I looked around for Joel but he was nowhere to be seen.  I was just wondering what to do when two hands grasped my waist and pulled me back into a hard muscular chest.