The Teacher: Part I Unchained, Chapter 3

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CHAPTER 3


WHEN I GOT HOME AFTER MY brief, but revealing walk with Holden, it was right to my room, flipped up the screen on my Mac, logged on to Facebook, Lydia and Blaire were chatting and I figured they wouldn't mind helping me with my how-to-close-in-on-Holden problem.

FalloniousFord22: hey you're all going on our snow

retreat next weekend right

LeggyLydia17: yep got my skis waxed, and my outfits picked out and packed already u

BlaireWitch66: I wsnt sure, but if u guys are going Im in.

Falloniousford22: I neeeeeeed your help will u both talk up the retreat to holden I want him to come it might perk him up dont you think

LeggyLydia17: yer such a slut you want him dnt u

BlaireWitch66: Shut up Lydia u saw Holden at lunch we shud do something if we can

FalloniousFord22: And yes Lydia just stop Im not the trampy friend in case you forgot and Blair good Im counting on u guys to talk to Holden this week lets pool our $$ and get a ticket for him

BlaireWitch66: well idk thats $$$$ Im not sure I want to part with

Falloniousford22: don't sweat the $$ if he agrees to go Ill pay for the tickets

BlaireWitch66: Im in

LeggyLydia17: that goes for me 2

FalloniousFord22: goooood then it's settled Ill expect an update during lunch dont disappoint me ttyl

After logging off our chat I decided to check Facebook and MySpace to see if Holden had a profile in either. I had his full name from school and a search turned up a hit on Facebook.

Looking through his public profile, I didn't learn much more than I already knew. There were some pics from the last year's state championship hockey game, some candids from school last year, one of his dog, a classically colored German shepherd, and a CD cover for his favorite band, Three Doors Down. Everything looked normal, but the telling piece of information was that he hadn't logged in since the date of the accident.

The next day at school, during lunch I sent Lydia and Blaire to speak to Holden. Setting this up the night before, I told them they better look Megan-Fox hot and my minions obeyed.

BLAIRE WAS WEARING A SHORT black shrug over a tight coffee halter with a modest U-shaped neckline. She had on skinny black jeans accented with traditional round-toed black pumps. Simple wedding-band circular earrings and a dangling double-gold necklace were poised under the long, straight bushy black hair framing her face.

Lydia wasn't about to be outdone by Blaire's Best-of-Buckle outfit.

She went for a Taylor-Swift-on-the-American-Idol-stage look, sporting a steel-gray strapless dress tied above the waist, fabric belt hanging down, modestly hemmed above her knees, gathered in uneven folds. Attractive beige leather Western boots were a not unexpected choice. Her simple, but alluring look was accessorized with several wide chunky bracelets dangling above each hand, her long blond hair falling down in curls.

Did Holden have a chance to squirm out of their playful, but sensually-sticky web of attraction? Not if he had any boy blood pumping through his veins.

"Hey...do you know us?"

"Can't say...so, though I see you with Fallon all the time," Holden replied.

"Yep, that's us...I'm Blaire, and this is Lydia."

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