The Trouble With Two Seasons

Chapter 13 : Dates and Dresses

The weekend rolled over and it was another school day.

The classroom was filled with chatter and excitement, quite unusual for a Monday morning during the first period.

The learners filled themselves up on the dirt they'd been up to during the weekends, parties,trips and dates.

The place held an air of excitement, there was a Red carpet event that Friday evening at the Metropolitan Arts Theatre.

Winter leaned in on St.Williams who mindlessly sat tapping away plum emojis to a bikini model's Instagram post.

Her mascara laden lashes fluttered seductively as she looked up to see Naya staring daggers at them, from her position at the farther back of the room.

Just like she wanted.

She leaned in closer to speak to St.Williams' ear, her lips softly brushing against his earlobe.

From the corner of her eye, Winter watched Naya squirm and turn away. A victorious smile played on her lips.

"I want to make heads turn on Friday with a sexy date, you up for it?" Winter spoke.

"At the Award Show, I mean." She clarified.

A smirk crept up St.Williams face, he drew back a little, looking Winter straight in the eye.

"That's a tempting offer, but I've got to pass." He replied.

Winter let out a cute pout.

"I've got to be at my little sister's poem recital, family commitment. I could come pick you up after though, go for a stroll, get naked..." St.Williams flirted.

"Tempting offers, but I'll pass." Winter laughed. St.Williams could get intense at times.

St.Williams nodded going back to his phone.

Winter puckered up her lips, putting on an additional layer of lip gloss.

The Awards show was one of the most exclusive events held annually. The invites were executive and were sent out to elites and top notch public figures.
Winter's parents guaranteed her an invite, plus her growing YouTube and Instagram.She knew Naya was dying to go, come on, who would not? She would flash her invites in her face.

Getting an invite was really tough.
Winter could not be arsed, they weren't talking and she planned to keep it that way.

Like she said, she was getting nothing but the cream of the crop.

Winter took one last look at herself in her mirror. Satisfied with what she saw, she was about closing her compact when the mirror momentarily flashed Grayer's reflection at the back. He was flanked by the basketball team on both sides as they discussed something with him.

An idea flashed into her head, perfect.

Grayer was equally as charming and handsome as St.Williams,if not more.

She would strike when the iron was hot.

"I'll be right back." She told St Williams rising up from their shared desk.

Slow yet alluring, she made her way over to the group of boys clustered at the back of the room.

Most of them vied for her attention, she could see it in their eyes as they made room for her to get to Grayer.

Their eyes followed her, studying her with admiration, some with lust and others remained indifferent.

A sudden hush fell amongst them as she finally got close enough to talk to Grayer. He sat absentmindedly twirling a pen in-between his fingers. Some crazy ass skill he'd mastered over the years. It gave him this sexy edge.